It's Charlie here, and it's Charlie there
It's Charlie over the ocean
Charlie, he'll be back again if he don't change his notion
Charlie's neat and Charlie's sweet
And Charlie is a bandit
And every time he goes to town
He brings me sugar candies
How old are you, my pretty little miss?
How old are you, my honey?
If I don't die of a broken heart
I'll be sixteen next Sunday
Can you court, my pretty little miss?
Can you court, my flower?
I can court more in a minute and a half
Than you can in an hour
Marry me, my pretty little miss
Marry me, good looking
I'll marry you, but I won't do
Your washing or your cooking
Marry me, my pretty little miss
Marry me tomorrow
I don't have a dress to wear, but I'll find one to borrow
It's over the river to feed my sheep
Over the river, Charlie
It's over the river to feed my sheep
And measure out my barley
I don't want none o' your weevily wheat
Don't want none o' your barley
Just take some flour in half an hour
And bake a cake for Charlie
