THE man in the moon And burnt his mouth With supping cold pease-porridge. THERE was an old woman Lived under a hill, And sent it to mill; The miller did swear By the point of his knife, He never took toll Of a mouse in his life! |
THE man in the moon And burnt his mouth With supping cold pease-porridge. THERE was an old woman Lived under a hill, And sent it to mill; The miller did swear By the point of his knife, He never took toll Of a mouse in his life! |