The Cat's run away with the Pudding-Bag String, When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes, Now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches. Bye, Baby bunting, Sister's gone a silking, And Brother's gone to buy a skin, To wrap the Baby bunting in. 'Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young, But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine. Cushy Cow bonny, let down your milk, And I will give you a gown of silk, A gown of silk and a silver tee, If you'll let down your milk to me. |