The Lad from Tuckahoe

Oh the lad from Tuckahoe,
Is the lad whom I love dearly,
I tell it you sincerely,
That all the truth may know.
From the day that first I knew him
He struck my fancy so,
That my love shall still pursue him,
The lad from Tuckahoe.
He alighted at the door,
Where my aunt and I were spinning,
And his looks they were so winning,
I thought of work no more.
My aunt, her anger hiding,
Ask'd what made me trifle so,
But I never mind her chiding,
When be comes from Tuckahoe.