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! As I was going up the hill, I met with Jack the piper, And all the tunes that he could play I tied them once, I tied them twice, O RARE Harry Parry, When apples and pears are ripe. And dance with your bride all night. |