On Egypt's banks, contagious to the Nile,
There the Pharaoh's daughter, she went to bathe in style,
She took her dip and come unto the land,
And to dry her royal pelt she ran along the strand,
A bulrush tripped her whereupon she saw,
A smiling babby in the wad of straw,
She picked it up, said she in accents milds,
"Tar-an-a-gers, girls, oh, which one of ye's owns the child?"
Dilly-ow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow,
Dilly-ow, dow, dilly-ow, di-dow.

She took it up, she gave a little grin,
For she and the Mosses were standing in their skin,
"Bedander," says the she, "Twas someone very rude,
Left a little babby be the river in his nude",
She took him to her old lad sitting on the throne,
"Da," says she, "Will ye give the boy a home?"
"Bedander," says he, "I often brought in worse,
Go me darling daughter and get the child a nurse",
Dilly-ow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow,
Dilly-ow, dow, dilly-ow, di-dow.

They sent a bellman to the market square,
To see if he could find a skivvy there,
But the only girl that he could find,
Was the little young one that left the child behind,
She went up to the Pharoh a stranger, moryah,
Never letting on that she was the babby's ma,
So young Moses, got his mammy back,
Show that co-in-ci-dence, isn't that the crack,
Dilly-ow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow, dow,
Dilly-ow, dow, dilly-ow, di-dow.