The new Irish Christmass Box
OR, THE
Female Dear Joy trick'd out of her
Maiden Head.
To an Excellent new Teagueland Tune.
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1.
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AS I went to Mondeer,
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With my Barrel of Beer,
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There I met with young Peggy
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Whose Beauty was Clear;
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Sing ratting a roo,
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Ratting a roo-re-roo, re-roo-re-roo,
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Ratting a roo-re-roo, re-roo-re-roo,
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Far ro rance,
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Sing far-re-a-roo-rance,
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Sing hay-bou bance,
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Sing ratting a roo.
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2.
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Says he my dear Peggy,
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If with me you'l go,
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A Bottle of Clarret
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On thee I'll bestow,
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sing ratting a roo, etc.
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3.
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I'll give the fine Rigging,
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And Top-knots to wear,
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And a pair of new Gloves,
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at Nottingham Fair
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Sing ratting a roo, etc.
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4.
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I tip't her the Wink
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And backwards she fell,
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And Twenty Weeks after,
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Her Belly did swell
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Sing rartting a roo, etc.
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5.
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When Twenty Weeks after,
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she sat down and Cry'd
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Oh! this have I gotten,
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By being thus try'd,
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sing ratting a roo etc.
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6.
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Oh stay my dear Peggy,
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and be not unkind,
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For we will be Married,
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When the Devil is Blind,
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Sing ratting a roo!
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Ratting a roo-re-roo, re-roo-re-roo.
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ratting a roo-re-roo, re-roo-re-roo,
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Far roo rance,
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sing far-re-a-roo-rance,
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sing ha-bou bance,
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sing ratting a roo.
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