We'll go to the wood, says Richard to Robin, We'll shoot at a wren, says Richard to Robin, Then pounce, then pounce, says Richard to Robin, Then pounce, then pounce, says John all alone, She's dead, she's dead, says Richard to Robin, How get her home? says Richard to Robin, In a cart and six horses, says Richard to Robin, How shall we dress her? says Richard to Robin, We'll hire seven cooks, says Richard to Robin, We'll hire seven cooks, says Robin to Bobin, We'll hire seven cooks, says John all alone, We'll hire seven cooks, says every one. B There was an old woman lived under the hill, And if she's not gone she lives there still. Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, And she's the old woman that never told lies. There were two birds sat upon a stone, Fal de ral al de ralladdy. One flew away, and then there was one, Fal de ral al de ral-laddy. The other flew after, and then there was none, Fal de ralal de ral-laddy. So the poor stone was left all alone, Fal de ral al de ral-laddy. One of these little birds back again flew, Fal de ralal de ral-laddy. The other came after, and then there were two, Very well, thank you, and pray how are you, |