The Assumption Song

There was an old farmer who lived on a rock, he sat in the meadow, just shaking his fist at the boys who were down by the crick, their feet in the water, their hands on their marbles and playthings and hand half-past four, there came a young lady, she looked like a pretty young creature she sat on the grass, she pulled up her dress, and she showed them her ruffles and laces and fluffy white duck, she said she was learning a new way to bring up her children, so they would not spit while the boys in the barnyard were shoveling refuse, and litter from yesterday's hunt while the girl in the meadow was rubbing her eye at the fellow, down by the dock he looked like a man with a sizable home in the country, with a big fence out front if he asked her politely, she'd show him her little pet dog, who was subject to fits and maybe she'd let him grab hold of her small, tender hands with a movement so quick and then she'd bend over and suck on his candy, so tasty made of butterscotch and then he'd spread whip cream all over her cookies that she had left out on her shelf if you think this is dirty you can go ____ yourself!