Risseldy Rosseldy – I married my wife In the month of June
RISSELDY ROSSELDY Risseldy Rosseldy I married my wife In the month of June, Risseldy, rosseldy, Mow, mow, mow, I carried her off In a silver spoon, Risseldy, Rosseldy, Hey bambassity, Nickety, nackety, Retrical quality, Willowby, wallowby, Mow, mow, mow. She combed her hair But once a year, Risseldy, rosseldy, Mow, mow, mow, With every rake She shed a tear, Risseldy, … Weiterlesen →