Nelly Bly

Nelly Bly! Nelly Bly! Bring the broom along,
We’ll sweep the kitchen clean, my dear,
And have a little song.
Poke the wood, my lady love
And make the fire burn,
And while I take the banjo down,
Just give the mush a turn.

Hi, Nelly! Ho Nelly!
Listen, love, to me,
I’ll sing for you, play for you
A dulcet melody.

Nelly Bly has a voice like a turtle dove,
I hear it in the meadow and I hear it in the grove.
Nelly Bly has a heart warm as a cup of tea,
And bigger than the sweet potatoes down in Tennessee.
                    Stephen Foster