There was a Little Man Nursery Rhyme Lyrics, Origins and History
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There was a Little Man
Nursery Rhyme lyrics, origins and history
There was a little man Who wooed a little maid; And he said; "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? I have little more to say
So will you ay or nay? For the least said is soonest men-ded, ded, ded." Then the little maid replied: "Should I be your little bride
Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat? Will the flame that you’re so rich in Light a fire in the kitchen? Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"
*Alternative words: Our thanks go to Anna for the alternative words detailed at the bottom of page
There was a little man, Who wooed a little maid, And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? I have little more to say, So will you, yea or nay, For the least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."
Then the little maid she said, Little sir, you've little said, To induce a little maid for to wed, wed,wed, You must say a little more, And produce a little ore, Ere I to the church will be led, led,led
Then the little man replied, If you'll be a little bride, I will raise me love notes a little higher, higher, higher, Though I little love to prate, Yet you'll find my heart is great, With the little God of Love all on fire, fire, fire
The little maid replied, "Should I be your little bride, Pray, what must we have for to eat, eat, eat? Will the flame that you're so rich in Light a fire in the kitchen? Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"
Then the little man he sighed, And some say a little cried, And his little heart was big with sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, I'll be your little slave, And if the little that I have, Be too little, little dear, I will borrow, borrow, borrow.
Then the little man so gent, Made the little maid relent, And set her little soul a-thinking, king, king, Though his little was but small, Yet she had his little all, And could have of a cat but her skin, skin, skin.
