JACK and Jill went up the hill, Jack fell down, and broke his crown, 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? SING a song of sixpence, When the pie was open'd, The king was in his counting-house HEY, my kitten, my kitten, And hey, my kitten, my deary; Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary. Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy; And here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, roundy. Rigadoon, rigadoon, now let him fly. |