Classic Poem

My grandmother lived in yonder little lane,
As nice an old lady as ever was seen.
She ofttimes cautioned me with care
Of false young men to be aware.
Timy i, timy i,
Timy umpy tumpy tee,
Of false young men to be aware.

These false young men they flatter and deceive,
But, love, you must not them believe.
They kiss you and court you, and get you in the snare,
Then away goes poor old grandma's care.

The first that came was little Johnny Green,
As nice a young fellow as ever was seen.
My grandmother's words came ringing in my head,
I could not hear one word he said.

The next that came was little Johnny Clove,
Then he came with a joyous love;
With a joyous love how could I be afraid?
And away went what poor old grandma said.

I said to myself, there must be some mistake,
Dear me, what a fuss these old folks make.
If all the lads and lasses they had been afraid,
Why, grandma herself would have died an old maid!