Oh, now you jovial fellows, come listen to my song
It is a little ditty and it won't detain you long
It's of a fair young damsel, and she lived down in Kent
Arose one summer's morning, and she a-nutting went

With my fal-lal-lal to my ral-tal-lal
Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day
And what few nuts that pretty girl had
She threw them all away

It's of a brisk young farmer, was ploughing of his land
He called unto his horses for to bid them gently stand
As he sat down upon his plough, all for a song to sing
His voice was so melodious, it made the valleys ring

With my fal-lal-lal to my ral-tal-lal
Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day
And what few nuts that pretty girl had
She threw them all away

It's of this fair young damsel, she was nutting in the wood
His voice was so melodious, it charmed her as she stood
Aye, in that lonely wood, she could no longer stay
And what few nuts the poor girl had, she threw them all away

With my fal-lal-lal to my ral-tal-lal
Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day
And what few nuts that lucky girl had
She threw them all away

She then came to young Johnny, as he sits on his plough
She said:  ''Young man I really feel I cannot tell you how''
She took him to some shady broom, and there she laid him down
She said: ''Young man, I think I feel the world go round and round''

With my fal-lal-lal to my ral-tal-lal
Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day
And what few nuts that lucky girl had
She threw them all away

He went back to his horses to finish off his song
He said: ''My pretty fair maid or my mother will think me wrong''
But she flung her arms around his neck as they went o'er the plain
She said: ''My dear, I'd like to see this world go round again''

With my fal-lal-lal to my ral-tal-lal
Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day
And what few nuts that lucky girl had
She threw them all away

Now, come all you young women, take warning by my song
If you should a-nutting go, don't stay from home too long
For if you should stay too late, to hear those ploughboys sing
You might have a young farmer to marry you in the spring

With my fal-lal-lal to my ral-tal-lal
Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day
And what few nuts you pretty girls have
You'll throw them all away

With my fal-lal-lal to my ral-tal-lal
Whack-fol-the-dear-ol-day
And what few nuts that lucky girl had
She threw them all away