All For A Snog

Well, it's all for a snog, A teeny, tiny snog
Please put me flat on my back-O
Before I begin, he is done and turning in
So across my little village I do wander...

I went to the mill, the jolly, jolly mill
And begged my little favour of the miller
He could not grind y corn, for his stone it was too worn
And his wheel was lookin' out for better weather

Well, it's all for a snog, A teeny, tiny snog
Please put me flat on my back-O
Before I begin, he is done and turning in
So across my little village I do wander...

I went to the church, the jolly, jolly church
And begged my little favour of the preacher
His sermon made me wilt,
But his sacriment was spilt
And his blessing was lookin' out for better weather

And, it's all for a snog, A teeny, tiny snog
Please put me flat on my back-O
Before I begin, he is done and turning in
So across my little village I do wander...

I went to the barn, the jolly, jolly barn
To beg a little favour of the potter
His skill it made me sigh,
But his clay it made me dry,
And his kiln was lookin' out for better weather

Well, it's all for a snog, A teeny, tiny snog
Please put me flat on my back-O
Before I begin, he is done and turning in
So across my little village I do wander...

I'm sick to me heart, why'd I ever start?
My search to find a man; it's a wonder
There's nothing here at all
Not large or even small
I think my orientation in a blunder

Well, it's all for a snog, A teeny, tiny snog
I've had millers, preachers and potters
There's not a man around - can do the job I've found
So now I'll go a-flirtin' with their daughters!