Now some make fun of country folk
Some make fun of me
I make fun of everyone
You can plainly see

I met a girl in Diss last night
I left her standing there
I miss my little miss from Diss
I wish wish that she was here

Now we went on a country run
Hunting high and low
To find a nice secluded spot
Where we could nicely go

Never the more my feet we're sore
We must have walked some miles
I miss my little miss from Diss
I miss her all the while

Went window shopping
In the city square
All my law more
Aren't those windows dear

Now different people different ways
All have different mean
And all the girls where I come from
All wear brightky coloured jeans

They cry upon my shoulder
As quickly as can be
I miss my little miss from Diss
I hope she misses me

Now some like women big and fat
Some like women thin
I like women who can cook
And sow and sit and spin

Who makes a Norfolk dumpling
In a Granny Polly way
I miss my little miss from Diss'
Dishes everyday

I don't know how I'll get there
Don't know how I'll go
But roll on spring
Let them daffodil's grow

Oh I miss my little miss from Diss
I miss her sister to
When one sisters missing boy
The other one will do

But don't you go and tell her this
Do you no friend of mine
I miss my little miss from Diss'
Kisses all the time

I miss my little miss from Diss'
Kisses all the time.

