As I Was Going Up Pippen Hill

As I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty Miss,
And she dropped me a curtsy.

Little Miss, pretty Miss,
Blessings light upon you;
If I had half-a-crown a day,
I’d spend it all upon you.

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  • bibalu says:
    April 2, 2009 at 2:52 AM

    A variant:

    As I was going up Pippin Hill,
    Pippin Hill was dirty;
    There I met a sweet pretty lass,
    And she dropped me a curtsey.

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