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Iron and steel will bend and break,
Dance over my Lady Lee,

Iron and steel will bend and break,
With a gay ladye.

We'll build it up with silver and gold,
Dance over my Lady Lee,

We'll build it up with silver and gold,
With a gay ladye.

Silver and gold will be stolen away,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
With a gay ladye.

We'll set a man to watch it then,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll set a man to watch it then,
With a gay ladye.

Suppose the man should fall asleep,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
With a gay ladye.

We'll put a pipe into his mouth,
Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll put a pipe into his mouth,
With a gay ladye.

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away he run;

The pig was eat,

And Tom was beat,

And Tom ran crying down the street.

Little king Boggen he built a fine hall, Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black-puddings and white, And slated with pancakes-you ne'er saw the like.

To bed, to bed, says Sleepy-Head;
Let's stay awhile, says Slow;
Put on the pot, says Greedy-Sot,
We'll sup before we go.

Dingty diddledy, my mammy's maid, She stole oranges, I am afraid :

Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,

She stole oranges, I do believe.

Ride away, ride away,

Johnny shall ride,

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,
Thy mammy is gone to the mill,

To get some meal to bake a cake;
So pray, my dear baby, lie still.

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.

Pretty John Watts,

We are troubled with rats,

Will you drive them out of the house?
We have mice too in plenty,

That feast in the pantry,

But let them stay and nibble away,

What harm in a little brown mouse?

Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?
At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.