Risselty-Rosselty

Married a wife in the month of June
Risselty rosselty, now now now!
I carried her off by the light of the moon (in a silver spoon)
Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, nickety nackety
Retrical quality, willaby wallaby now now now!
She combed her hair but once a year
Risselty rosselty, now now now!
With every rake she gave a tear
Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
She swept the floor but once a year
Risselty rosselty, now now now!
She swore her broom was much too dear
Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
She churned the butter in dad’s old boot
Risselty rosselty, now now now!
And for a dasher she uses her foot
Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
The butter came out a grizzledy gray
Risselty rosselty, now now now!
The cheese took legs and ran away
Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
(Peggy Seeger)
The butter and cheese is on the shelf
Risselty rosselty, now now now!
If you want any more you can sing it yourself
Risselty rosselty, hey bombosity, (etc.)
(from miriam berg’s folksong collection)