Edith Gawler & Bennett Konesni
Say little girl won’t you marry me We’ll get married neath the old oak tree (Say darlin’ say)
In the old oak tree we’ll build our home Never more this world to roam (Say darlin’ say)
Hush little darling don’t say a word Poppa’s gonna buy you a mocking bird
If that mocking bird don’t sing Poppa gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring is brass I’m gonna buy you a looking glass
If that looking glass gets broke Poppa gonna buy you a billy goat
If that billy goat won’t pull Poppa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull
If that cart and bull falls down You’re still the sweetest thing in town
Say little darlin if you were mine All I’d do is starch and iron
Starch and iron would be our trade We’d get drunk and lay in the shade