Nancy Dawson Lyrics

Nancy Dawson was so fine 

She wouldn't get up to serve the swine; 

She lies in bed till eight or nine, 

So it's Oh, poor Nancy Dawson. 

And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?

The wife who sells the barley, honey? 

She won't get up to feed her swine, 

And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?