Right,
Tommy,
start me off there with the little ball of yarn.
In the merry month of June when the roses were in bloom
and the little birds were singing there she charmed
I spied a pretty miss and I kindly asked her this
May I wind up your little ball of yarn?
Now I took her to a grove,
was beneath a shady tree
I with no intentions of doing her any harm
And then to my surprise when I looked into
her eyes I was winding up her little ball of yarn
Now nine months have passed and gone since I met this fair young one
And now she has a babby in her arms Tis I,
me pretty miss,
I never intended this
When I was winding up your little ball of yarn
Now come all you young and old,
take a warning when you're told Ah,
don't ever rise too early in the morning
Be like the blackbird and the trush,
heap a hand upon your bush And the
other one on your little ball of yarn