I Married My Wife in the Month Of June (traditional)

I married my wife in the month of June
Ti ristle ti rostle ti, now, now, now
I took her home by the light of the moon
Ti ristle ti rostle ti, now old John Dabbledy, Rusty Quoquality, now, oh, now, oh then

I bought my wife a fine milk cow
Knickety, knackety, now, now, now
To milk her she declared she didn't know how.
Ti ristle ti rostle ti, now old John Dabbledy, Rusty Quoquality, now, oh, now, oh then

She churned her butter in dad's old boot
Ti ristle ti rostle ti now, now, now
For want of a dasher she used her foot
Ti ristle ti rostle ti, now old John Dabbledy, Rusty Quoquality, now, oh, now, oh then

I married my wife in the month of June
Ti ristle ti rostle ti, now, now, now
I took her home by the light of the moon
Ti ristle ti rostle ti, now old John Dabbledy, Rusty Quoquality, now, oh, now, oh then