Pussy sits behind the log, How many days has my baby to play? Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, There was a man and he had naught, He crept up to the chimney top, And then they thought they had him. But he got down on t'other side, And then they could not find him: He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never look'd behind him. Ding-dong-bell, the cat's in the well, Who put her in? little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out? great Johnny Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To drown poor pussy cat; Who never did him any harm, And killed the mice in his father's barn. Lazy Tom with jacket blue, Stole his father's gouty shoe. The worst of harm that dad can wish him, Is his gouty shoe may fit him. But sit on a cushion and sew up a seam, And you shall have strawberries, sugar and cream. I won't be my father's Jack, And have music when I will. T'other little tune, t'other little tune, LONDON BRIDGE, London bridge is broken down, Howshall we build it up again? We'll build it up with gravel and stone, We'll build it up with gravel and stone, Gravel and stone will be washed away, We'll build it up with iron and steel, We'll build it up with iron and steel, |