Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, I will sing you a song Of the days that are long, And he shall be whipt to-morrow. I had a little Doll, The prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes, And kept the house clean. She went to the mill To fetch me some flour, And always got it home In less than an hour; She baked me my bread, She brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire And told many a fine tale. When I was a little he, My mother took me on her knee, And call'd me oft her darling boy. F Can he set a shoe? Yes, that he is. Ay, marry, two. Here a nail, and there a nail, Charley loves good cake and ale, When they are clean and handy. John O'Gudgeon he was a wild man, Jack and Jill went up the hill, There was an old man, And he had a calf, And that's half; He took him out of the stall, There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, Through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head. |