Lyrics by Anonymous
Uncle John is sick a bed
What shall we send him
A piece of pie, a piece of cake
A piece of apple dumpling
What shall we send it in?
In a piece of paper
Paper is not fine enough
In a golden saucer
Who shall we send it by?
By the governor’s daughter
Take her by the lily white hand
And lead her over the water
___ so they say
Goes acourting night and day
Sword and pistol by his side
And ___ to be his bride
Takes her by the lily white hand
And leads her over the water
Here’s a kiss and there’s a kiss
For Mr. ___’s daughter
From On the Banks of Plum Creek
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