Sing, Sing! What shall I sing? The Cat's run away with the Pudding-Bag String.

When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes, Now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches.

When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf ;
The rats and the mice, they made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
And down came the wheelbarrow, wife and all.

Charley Wag,
Ate the pudding and left the bag.

Sing, Sing! What shall I sing ? The Cat's run away with the Pudding-Bag String.

When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes, Now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches.

Bye, Baby bunting,
Father's gone a bunting,

Mother's gone a milking,

Sister's gone a silking,
And Brother's gone to buy

a skin,
To wrap the Baby bunting in.

TWAS once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young,

So daintily she danced and so prettily she sung, Robin Redbreast lost his heart, for he was a gallant bird ;

So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren, requesting to be heard. 10, dearest Jenny Wren, if you wiri but be mine,

You shall feed on cherry-pie and drink new currant wine,
I'll dress you like a goldfinch or any peacock gay;
So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine, let us appoint the day.
Jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind :
Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I take your offer kind ;
Cherry-pie is very nice and so is currant wine,
But I must wear my plain þrown gown and never go too fine.

Cushy Cow bonny, let down your milk,
And I will give you a gown of silk,

A gown of silk and a silver tee,
If you'll let down your milk to me.