38 6LD DORSEt SONOiS. 



SARY SIKES. 



To me, said mother t'other day, 

 " Why, Gyles, you seem to pine away ! " 

 " Yes, mother, as I grows old I grant 



I feel as 'ow there's summat I want. 



There's Sary Sikes, the girl I likes, 



Of her I'm thinking all my life ; 



She looks so sweet, and is so meek. 



How fat I should get if I had her for wife ! " 



Chorus. 

 Tooral, looral, looral, looral, &c. 



" Lord, love the boy," my mother said, 

 " Why don't 'e go and court the maid ? 



For every Jack there is a Jill." 

 " So there, mother, then so I will." 

 Myself I drest in all my best, 

 A nosegay sweet in my button-hole hung, 

 I saddled my hos, and jumped across, 

 And as I cantered along I sung. 



Chorus. 



I soon got up to Farmer Sikes'. 

 I hitched my hos, and in I hikes. 

 All were abroad, so quite at ease 

 I helped myself to bread and cheese. 

 I drank some beer, and then did steer 

 To look for Sary (my heart in a flutter), 

 When in the dairy, like a fairy, 

 There was my Sary a churning of butter. 



Chorus. 



