Charlie - Fiddler's Green

Charlie’s neat, Charlie’s sweet

Charlie he’s a dandy

Charlie he’s the very lad

Who stole my stocking candy

Over the river to feed my sheep

Over the river Charlie

Over the river to feed my sheep

And measure up my barley

My pretty little pink

I once did think

I never could do without you

Since I lost all hopes of you

I care very little about you

Your weevily wheat ain’t fit to eat

Neither do I want your barley

I’ll take a little of the best you’ve got

To make a cake for Charlie

I wish I had some sticks and stones

To build my chimney higher

'Cause every time it rains and snows

It Blows out all my fire