There was a little man,
And he wooed a little maid,
And he said, Little maid, will you wed wed wed?
I have little more to say,
Then will you ay or nay,
For the least said is soonest mended ded ded.
Then the little maid replied,
“Should I be your little bride,
Pray, what shall we have for to eat eat eat?
Will the flame that you are rich in
Make a fire in the kitchen,
Or the little god of love turn the spit spit spit?”
Then the little man replied,
And, they say, a little sighed,
For his little heart was big with sorrow sorrow sorrow,
“My offers are but small,
But you have my little all;
And what we haven’ t got we must borrow borrow borrow.”
The little man thus spoke;
His heart was almost broke;
And all for the sake of her charms charms charms.
So the little maid relented,
And softened she consented
The little man to take to her arms arms arms.