Come, all good people, pray attend
And listen to my ditty?
'Tis of a maid who is more fair
Than any in the city.
For Tickle Cove is her abode;
She has but little fortune,
But mirthful glee it pleases me,
Being fond of all diversion.

Many a man would take her hand
If he only got the offer;
For she's a handsome, sporting maid,
Likewise a midwife's daughter.
And in the sunshine of her smile
To bask sick swains are longing;
No wonder, then, so many men
Around her house keep thronging.

And now the names I will explain,
Or else it won't be funny?
There's Conners, Prince and foxy Jack,
And likewise Bill Mullowney.
Joseph Crewe, she did ensnare
And drew his whole attention?
Another lad has gone quite mad,
Whom I don't care to mention.

All were prosperous fishermen,
And if she favoured any
A Savings?Bank book he could show,
Recording dollars many.
But maiden's mind is hard to find,
And you should hear our strictures
When she got wed to travelling Ned,
Enlarging tin-type pictures.