I married me a wife in the month of June
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I carried her home in a silver spoon,
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Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

She swept the floor but once a year
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She swore her brooms were much too dear
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Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

She combed her hair but once a year
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At every rake she shed a tear
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Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

She churned the butter in dad's old boot
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And for a dash she used her foot
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Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

The butter came out a grisly grey
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The cheese took legs and ran away
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Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!

The bread and cheese are on the shelf
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If you want any more, you can sing it yourself
Risselty-rosselty, hey bom-bosselty
Nicklety, knacklety, rustical quality
Willaby-wallaby now, now, now!