SING IVY

My father he left me three acres of land, Sing ivy, sing ivy; My father he left me three acres of land, Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

I ploughed it with a ram's horn, Sing ivy, sing ivy; And sowed it all over with one peppercorn, Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

I harrowed it with a bramble bush, Sing ivy, sing ivy; And reaped it with my little pen-knife, Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!