Lyrics

In London town where I do dwell A buxom lass I know quite well In London town where I do dwell A buxom lass I know quite well A servant to a gentleman A tinker came to her to sell her a pan All to kettle fol little fol ay dee oh Whack fol little fol ay dee oh The gentleman being out one day The tinker came here to sport and play The gentleman being out one day The tinker came here to sport and play He got this maid behind the door And gently laid her on the floor All to kettle fol little fol ay dee oh Whack fol little fol ay dee oh The joke being over and for his pan She slipped him twenty guineas in hand The joke being over and for his pan She slipped him twenty guineas in hand Saying, "If you pass this way again My kettle is ready to boil the same." All to kettle fol little fol ay dee oh Whack fol little fol ay dee oh "The landlord will get me a pot of good beer For twenty guineas I have got here The landlord will get me a pot of good beer For twenty guineas I have got here." "Your money is good, my liquor is fine You must stay here with me and dine." All to kettle fol little fol ay dee oh Whack fol little fol ay dee oh It was not long so I've been told The tinker used up all his gold It was not long so I've been told The tinker used up all his gold He's got to do as he did before Go boil the kettle behind the door All to kettle fol little fol ay dee oh Whack fol little fol ay dee oh