| With a ho double hoop shaw | 
| Riggle laba dope and the | 
| Doodle and the daddle | 
| And the puff of my smoke | 
| And the heaping and the huffing | 
| And the chicken and the choking | 
| And the pickle up a doodle | 
| In the middle of the day | 
| Did you ever hear the story | 
| Of Belinda Onlyque | 
| She was courted by the devil | 
| And she didn’t know what to do | 
| He came a-courting | 
| Every evening | 
| With a ho double hoop shaw | 
| Riggle laba dope and the | 
| Doodle and the daddle | 
| And the puff of my smoke | 
| And the heaping and the huffing | 
| And the chicken and the choking | 
| And the pickle up a doodle | 
| In the middle of the day | 
| So Belinda got to thinking | 
| She would be the devil’s wife | 
| It was better that than being | 
| An old maid all her life | 
| He came a-courting | 
| Every evening | 
| With a ho double hoop shaw | 
| Riggle laba dope and the | 
| Doodle and the daddle | 
| And the puff of my smoke | 
| And the heaping and the huffing | 
| And the chicken and the choking | 
| And the pickle up a doodle | 
| In the middle of the day | 
| So Belinda told the devil | 
| Sir, if I should marry you | 
| Would you treat me like the devil | 
| Or like better husbands do | 
| He came a-courting | 
| Every evening | 
| With a ho double hoop shaw | 
| Riggle laba dope and the | 
| Doodle and the daddle | 
| And the puff of my smoke | 
| And the heaping and the huffing | 
| And the chicken and the choking | 
| And the pickle up a doodle | 
| In the middle of the day | 
| So the devil told Belinda | 
| Now I’ll fetch a load of bricks | 
| And I’ll build for you, a mansion | 
| Right upon that fiddle sticks | 
| He came a-courting | 
| Every evening | 
| With a ho double hoop shaw | 
| Riggle laba dope and the | 
| Doodle and the daddle | 
| And the puff of my smoke | 
| And the heaping and the huffing | 
| And the chicken and the choking | 
| And the pickle up a doodle | 
| In the middle of the day | 
| So the devil took Belinda and | 
| He claimed her with a kiss | 
| And no one has ever seen her | 
| From that fatal day to this | 
| He came a-courting | 
| Every evening | 
| With a ho double hoop shaw | 
| Riggle laba dope and the | 
| Doodle and the daddle | 
| And the puff of my smoke | 
| And the heaping and the huffing | 
| And the chicken and the choking | 
| And the pickle up a doodle | 
| In the middle of the day | 
| Now they say that she would | 
| Still be living as the devil’s wife | 
| For he spends his time | 
| Far away from marriage strife | 
| But he won’t come | 
| Courting in the evening | 
| He came a-courting | 
| Every evening | 
| With a ho double hoop shaw | 
| Riggle laba dope and the | 
| Doodle and the daddle | 
| And the puff of my smoke | 
| And the heaping and the huffing | 
| And the chicken and the choking | 
| And the pickle up a doodle | 
| In the middle of the day | 
| Pickle up a doodle | 
| In the middle of the day |