[AGGIE]
My husband is dead
God rest the poor man
And I in his stead
Do all that I can
Keeping body and soul
And the house from the dole
Sing treddle, trid-treddle, trid-treddle
The wheel it goes round
Sing treddle, trid-treddle, trid-treddle, trid-treddle
The wheel it goes round

I wash and I cook
I sweep and I clean
I once dreamt a duke
Had made me his queen
But oh weary me
Such things cannot be
Sing treddle, trid-treddle, trid-treddle
The wheel it goеs round
Sing treddle, trid-treddlе, trid-treddle, trid-treddle
The wheel it goes round