She's as old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
But she has a fortune.
As old as your granny,
She's frisky as any,
And now she's to marry
Young man the morning.
There's a pair to be wed,
A pair to be wed,
A pair to be wed
At the church in the morning.
Theres' a pair to be wed,
A strapping young lad
And a frisky old hag
With a hell of a fortune.
She's as old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
But she has a fortune.
As old as your granny,
She's frisky as any,
And now she's to marry
Young man the morning.
Is it true that she'll wed,
Really true that she'll wed,
The frisky old hag,
With the hell of a Fortune?
Yes, it's true what I said,
The old hag is to wed
To a strapping young lad
At the church the morning.
She's as old as your granny,A young man would dring pils
As old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
But she has a fortune.
As old as your granny,
She's frisky as any,
And now she's to marry
Young man the morning.
Right out of a ditch.
I'm sure he's an itch
To be drinking her money.
His love will endure
Till he drinks her poor.
She'll be buried, I'm sure,
In the grave of a pauper.
She's as old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
But she has a fortune.
As old as your granny,
She's frisky as any,
And now she's to marry
Young man the morning.
The pipers will play;
The whole town will be gay;
The feasting will stay
For as long as a fortnight,
To honour the day
The young man walked away
With the frisky old dame
With the hell of a fortune.
She's as old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
As old as your granny,
But she has a fortune.
As old as your granny,
She's frisky as any,
And now she's to marry
Young man the morning.
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