[1] Down to Pomona Now I'm going to sing, A nice young lady fair, I met some time ago, At the corner of Albert Square.

She had a lovely jet black eye, I thought I should like to own her, For in a voice so sweet she asked of me The way down to Pomona.

We met in Albert Square, And I never shall forget, Her eyes they shone like stars, Thought the evening it was wet.

Of this lovely little Donah, As we drove that night in great delight, Away down to Pomona.

When she lifted up the fall, Which her face had covered over, Upon my life she was my wife, I was taking down to Pomona.