Oh I am so happy,
A little girl said,
As she sprang like a lark
From her low trundle bed.
It is morning, bright morning,
Good morning, Papa !
Oh give me one kiss,
For good morning, mamma !
Trip upon trenchers,
And dance upon dishes,
My mother sent me for yeast, some yeast,
She bid me tread lightly,
And come again quickly,
For fear the young men would play me some jest.
Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
What naughty tricks they put upon me ?
They broke my pitcher, and spilt my water,
And huffd my mother, and chid her daughter,
And kissed my sister instead of me.
What's the news of the day,
Good neighbour, I pray?
They say the balloon
Has gone up to the moon.
...
There was an old man in a velvet coat, He kissod a maid and gave her a groat; The groat was crack'd and would not go. Ah, old man, do you serve me so ?
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl
And if the bowl had been stronger
My song had been longer.
Wash me and comb me
And lay me down softly,
And set me on a bank to dry,
That I may look pretty,
When some one comes by.
Up in the green orchard there is a green tree,
The finest of pippins that ever you see ;
The apples are ripe, and ready to fall, .
And Reuben and Robin shall gather them all.
· Harry cuni Parry, when will you marry
When apples and pears are ripe. I'll come to your wedding without any bidding,
And stay with the bride all night.
Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
And merrily jump the style, boys, A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.
I will sing you a song
Of the days that are long,
Of the woodcock and the sparrow,
Of the little dog that burnt his tail,
And he shall be whipt to-morrow.
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