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RISSELDY ROSSELDY

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        I married my wife in the month of June.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.

        I carried her off by the light of the moon.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, hey bombasity

        Nickity, nackity, retrical, quality

        Willoby, Walloby, mow, mow, mow.

 

        She combed her hair only once a year.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.

        With every rake she shed a tear.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, hey bombasity

        Nickity, Nackity, retrical, quality

        Willoby, Walloby, mow, mow, mow.

 

        She swept the floor only once a year.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, mow, mow,mow.

        She swore that her broom was much too dear.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, hey bombasity

        Nickity, Nackity, retrical, quality

        Willoby, Walloby, mow, mow, mow.

 

        She made the butter in Dad's old boot.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.

        And for the dasher she used her foot.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, hey bombasity

        Nickity, Nackity, retrical, quality

        Willoby, Walloby, mow, mow, mow.

 

        The butter came out a grisly gray.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, mow, mow, mow.

        The cheese grew legs and ran away.

        Risseldy, Rosseldy, hey bombasity

        Nickity, Nackity, retrical, quality

        Willoby, Walloby, mow, mow, mow.

 

These words were composed by  Steve Lichtenstein:

 

The stick or dasher is pushed and turned, 

Risseldy, Rosseldy, mow, mow, mow. 

The cream inside into butter is churned, 

Risseldy, Rosseldy, hey bombasity Nickity, Nackity, retrical, quality Willoby, Walloby, mow, mow, mow.  

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This is an old butter churn  by a cottage in Ireland.  The stick or dasher is pushed and turned.  The cream inside is then churned into butter.   Cook the milk and lumpy curds slowly develop. Separate the curds from the watery whey and we have   "cottage cheese."

 

 

                Here are some words made up by kids:

 

                She went to the garage and made a stew...

                It tasted like glue and smelled like a shoe.


                    nicky nicky knew
                By Don,Dee,and Kristy 

 

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                This is perhaps the ancient origin of the song:

 

            Wee Cooper of Fife

 There was a wee cooper who lived in fife
 Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
 And he has gotten a gentle wife
 Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
 Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

She wouldna bake, she wouldna brew
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
For spoiling o' her comely hue
Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

Ahe wouldna wash, she wouldna wring,
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
For spoiling o' her gowden ring
Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

She wouldna caird, she wouldna spin
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
For shaming of her gentle kin
Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

The cooper has gone to his woo' pack
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
And laid a sheepskin on his wife's back
Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

It's I'll no lether ye for your kin
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
But I will lether my own sheepskin
Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

Oh, I will bake and I will brew
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
And think nae mair o' my comely hue
Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

Oh, I will wash and I will wring
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
And think nae mair o' my gowden ring
Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

I will caird and I will spin
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
And think nae mair o' my gentle kin
Hey Willie Wallacky, Hey John Dougall
Alane quo' rushety, roo, roo, roo

Noo you that have gotten a gentle wife
Nickety, nockety, noo, noo, noo
Just send ye for the wee cooper of Fife [1]
Hey Willie Wallacky, hey John Dougall
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo


[1] or,[ Just mind ye o' the wee cooper o' Fife]

 

 

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