The man in the moon came down too soon To inquire the way to Norridge; The man in the south, he burnt his mouth With eating cold plum porridge. When I was a little boy, I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf; I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife. Charley Wag, 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, 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, But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine. |