As I once came to Tottingham
Was there I met with a bonnie lass,
Her journey was to London
with butter, milk and whey
To come down, down, down, down,
And so he spoke to this fair lass,
Sweetheart, you're well o 'ertook.
With that she cast her head aside,
Then presently this young pair,
Both hands together shook,
To come down, down, down, down,
And as they rode along the way,
The maiden it so chanced,
For fear that she should lose it,
Look here, sweetheart," he cried,
Your garter's down, down, down,
Good sir, then quote the maiden fair,
With the right goodwill the
When I come to yonder plain,
I will take you down, down, down,
And when they came unto the place
The maid she held her leg so wide,
the young man slipped between,
you have but seldom seen,
To come down, down, down, down,
And thus, sweet Tibb of Tottingham,
She lost her maiden head,
For it stood her in small stead,
For it did often trouble her
To come down, down, down, down,
You maidens, wives, and widows,
that now do hear my song,
When young men proffer kindness,
pray take it short or long,
For there is no such comfort
Time to come down, down, down, down,