Is Charlie here, Is Charlie there
Is Charlie over the ocean?
Charlie he’ll be back again if he don’t change his notion
Charlie’s neat and Charlie’s sweet
And Charlie is a bandit
And every time he goes to town
He brings me sugar candies


How old are you my pretty little miss?
How old are you my honey?
If I don’t die of a broken heart
I’ll be sixteen next Sunday
Can you court, my pretty little miss?
And can you court, my flower?
I’ll court more in a minute and a half
Than you can in an hour

Marry me my pretty little miss
Marry me good looking
I’ll marry you but I won’t do
Your washing or your cooking
Marry me my pretty little miss
Marry me tomorrow
I don’t have a dress to wear but i’ll find one to borrow


It’s over the river to feed my sheep
over the river charlie
It’s over the river to feed my sheep
And measure out my barley
I don’t want none o’ your weevily wheat
Don’t want none o’ your barley
Just take some flour in half an hour
And bake a cake for charlie