DANCE, little baby, dance up high; Never mind, baby, mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow. There, little baby, there you go Up to the ceiling, Down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round: Dance, little baby, mother will sing, With the merry carol, ding, ding, ding. Of these two birds one back again flew, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; The other came after, and then there were two, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; Said one to the other, Pray how do you do? Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; 53 HERE was an old woman who rode on a broom, THERE With a high gee ho, gee humble; And she took her old cat behind for a groom, With a bimble, bamble, bumble. They travell'd along till they came to the sky, But the journey so long made them very hungry, Says Tom, I can find nothing here to eat With a high gee ho, gee humble; So let us go back again, I entreat, The old woman would not go back so soon, With a high gee ho, gee humble; For she wanted to visit the Man in the Moon, With a bimble, bamble, bumble. |