|Acre of Land|
My father left me an acre of land
There goes this ivery,
My father left me an acre of land,
And a bunch of green holly and ivery.
I ploughed it with my ram’s horn,
I sowed it with my pepper box,
I harrowed it with my bramble bush,
I reaped it with my little penknife,
I sent it home in a walnut shell,
I threshed it with my needle and thread,
I winnowed it with my handkerchief,
I sent it to mill with a team of great rats,
The carter brought a curly whip,
The whip went pop and the waggon it stopped.