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. When good King Arthur ruled his land. He stole three pecks of barley meal A bag-pudding the king did make, The king and queen did eat thereof, And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried. Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green, See saw, Jack-a-daw, Johnny shall have a new master; About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive, |