Martin Carthy - The Worcestershire Wedding lyrics

An old woman all clothed in grey Had a daughter both charming and young That Roger deluded away With his false flattering tongue. With him she so often had lain Abroad in the meadows and fields, Till her belly grew up to her chin And her spirits right down to her heels. O the diddle oh fol the dol diddle dum day Cries her mother, "That's what you expect When you play the hey ding-a-ding! Why didn't you follow my rule And tie your two toes in a string?" "It was Roger," the daughter replied, "Called me his dear pretty bird. He said he would make me his bride But he wasn't as good as his word." Fol the diddle oh fol the dol diddle dum day "Go fetch me my crutches," she cried, "And bring me my spectacles too. For if he will not make you his bride I'll sure split his head into two!" She come to him there at the mill, At him with her crutches she fly, Cries, "Why don't you marry my daughter And make her as honest as I?" Fol the diddle oh fol the dol diddle dum day "Oh what will you give," he cries, "If I take her now off your hands? You must make me the lord of your store, Your money your building and land." Cries she, "You shall have all you wish, My cattle, my silver and gold." Says he, "I've been looking for this, It'll keep out the wind and the cold." Fol the diddle oh fol the dol diddle dum day Then hey for a girl or a boy, Young missus looked fine as a duchess. Mother danced and she capered for joy And she danced a fine jig on her crutches. Fol lol the diddle oh fol the dol diddle dum day