Once in my life I married a wife, On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen, And I took up a stick to pound her. And she showed me her finger. Ride a cock horse to Charing-Cross, To see a young woman Johnny shall have a new bonnet, And why may not I love Johnny, And here's a leg for a stocking, And why may not I love Johnny? Who comes here? A Grenadier. Smiling girls, rosy boys, There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do. Heigh ding a ding, what shall I sing? Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub, The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, To be sung in a high wind. Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, Never can turn Sir Arthur O'Bower. |