Pretty Thing
Rumpel:
Pretty thing, all in a chair
Wringing hands and pullin’ hair
She has got herself into a jam
Pretty thing, how does she feel?
All alone at spinnin’ wheel?
It is a good thing that here I am
To help you with your spinning
My, pretty thing
Rumpel:
Pretty thing, yes, I agree
You’ve nothing left to give to me
But remember, please, that I know all
When the king, his greed is fed
Will decide that you will wed
Yes, yes, there will be a lovely ball
You’ll marry the son of the king
My pretty thing
Daughter:
If only you wait til I’m his wife
I’ll pay you well for saving my life
For then I will have good gifts to bring
I’ll give you something bright and sparkling
Some pretty thing
Rumpel:
Pretty thing, on bended knees
Give me no more trinkets, please
I want something only you can give
Pretty thing, when all is done
Give to me your first-born son
In return for helping you to live
That is all I want, for my spinning
One pretty thing
My pretty thing
What a pretty thing
My pretty thing!
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
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