Over The River Charlie

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