Debra Cowan - Bold Richard Lyrics
One Sunday morning as I've heard sayYoung Richard he mounted his dobbin greyAnd over the fields he rode a leeA courtin’ the parson’s daughter JeanWith your rumbledum dumble dum doddikan dayYoung Richard he put on his Sunday clothesHis buckskin trousers and silken hoseAnd a brand new hat upon his headWas all bedecked with ribbons of redYoung Richard he rode without any fear‘til he came to the hall in his own good cheerThen he upped and shouted Hullo! Hullo!Be the folks at home? Say yes or no!'The servants quickly let Dick inSo that his courting might beginBut when he got him inside the hallHe loudly for Miss Jean did bawlMiss Jean come down without delayWhat you young Richard have got for to say?Says he I suppose you know, Miss JeanThat I am Young Richard of Taunton DeanI’m an honest man yet I be poorAnd I’ve never been in love beforeBut my father he sent me out for to wooAnd I could fancy none but youOh if I consent to be your bridePray how for me will you provide?I’ll give you all I have I’m sureAnd what could a poor fellow do for you moreFor I’ve a pig poked up in a styAs Granny did give me when she did dieAnd if you consent to marry me nowMy father will give us a fine fat sowFor I can reap and I can sowAnd I can plow and I can mowAnd I go to market with father’s hay,And earn my ninepence every dayOh nine pence a day would never doFor I must have silks and satins, too'Twould never do for you and I'Ah come' says Richard 'I can but try'Dick's compliments did so delight,They made the family laugh outright.And when he got no more of theyHe gave her a kiss and he rode away
