Oh, it’s little Rosanne Is the rogue of the world! If it’s villany in it, Herself will be there, An’ it’s like she’ll begin it With time and to spare. For she’s pullin’ my coat, Or she’s teasing the goat, Or huntin’ the chuckins, the little old dote. Or maybe she’s off on her two little toes, An’ the Mischief is puzzled to guess where she goes. Oh, it's little Rosanne Is the thief of the world! If you’re hearin’ her laughter, You’d best be aware, For there’s something she’s after, But who can tell where? Och, she’s lookin’ for eggs, Or the basket of pegs, Or she’s chasin’ the ducks till they run off their legs. There’s nothing that’s safe! I’ve right now to know, For she’s stolen my heart on me three years ago.
- by Winifred Mary Letts (1882 - 1972), "Thief of the World" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Thief of the World", published 1913, from A Sheaf of Songs from Leinster, no. 2 [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-09-28
Line count: 22
Word count: 136