Ride away, ride away, And he shall have pussy-cat Tied to one side; And he shall have little dog Tied to the other, And Johnny shall ride To see his grandmother. Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy, Little lad, little lad, Where were you born? Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn, Where they sup butter-milk With a ram's horn; And a pumpkin scoop'd, With a yellow rim, Is the bonny bowl they breakfast in. We are troubled with rats, That feast in the pantry, But let them stay and nibble away, Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang? At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang. See saw, sacradown, sacradown, C Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, One ran away, The other would n't stay, Tom Brown's two little Indian boys. Hop away, skip away, my baby wants to play. My baby wants to play every day. Bow, wow, wow, whose dog are thou? Little Tom Tinker's dog, bow, wow, WOW. Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair, He's my love forevermore, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe. Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? Taffy was a Welchman. Taffy was a thief, |