It's Charlie here, and it's Charlie there It's 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? Can you court, my flower? I can 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