Whirly Whorl

Oh the very first wedding I's bridesmaid at was on a Saturday
There was plenty of lively fun and likewise sporting and play
The bells were rung and us girls we sung and it's to the church we went all
And the bride's off to bed with the silly old groom to play at the whirly whorl

Well first she modestly turned her back, and then she turned her front
And long she wished for kindliness, but kindness she got none
At last she took him all in her arms and threw him against the wall
Saying "Are you there, you silly old devil, you've lost your whirly whorl."

"Oh, woe be to my mother," she said, "she's done to me much ill,
She's married me to this silly old devil, it's all against my will
But I'll dress myself in my coat of green, my feathery bonnet and all
I'll find a young man all of my own to play at the whirly whorl."