Little Tommy Tucker, Sing for your supper: What shall I sing? White bread and butter. How shall I cut it Without any knife? How shall I marry Without any wife? I would, if I could; if I couldn't, how could I? I couldn't without I could, could I? Could you without you could, could ye? could ye? could ye? You couldn't without you could, could ye? Oh that I were where I would be! And where I would be I can not. If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I'm gone mad, For many a joyful day My fiddle and I have had. There was a Piper had a Cow, He pull'd out his pipes and play'd her a tune, The cow considered very well, And gave the piper a penny, And bade him play the other tune, "Corn rigs are bonny." Away, pretty robin, fly home to your nest, Handy-spandy, Jacky dandy, Loves plum-cake and sugar candy. |