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Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, ·
The beggars have come to town; Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns.
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his breeches on,
One stocking off, and one stocking on,
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
As I was going to Derby upon a market day,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay,
On hay, on hay, on hay,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay.
This ram was fat behind, sir ; this ram was fat before ;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more.
No more, no more, no more; Thisram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more. The horns grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous
high, As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.
The sky, the sky, the sky,
As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.
The tail grew on his back, sir, was six yards and an ell,
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market hell,
The bell, the bell the bell,
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.
Hogs in the garden, catch 'em, Towser;
Cows in the corn-field, run boys, run,
Cats in the cream-pot, run girls, run girls;
Fire on the mountains, run boys, run.
Lavender blue, and Rosemary green,
When I am king, you shall be queen,
Call up my maids at four of the clock,
Some to the wheel, and some to the rock,
Some to make hay, and some to shell corn,
And you and I shall keep the bed warm.
The lion and the Unicorn
Were fighting for the crown-
The lion beat the unicorn
All about the town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown,
Some gave them plum-cake,
And sent them out of town.
Little Johnny Pringle had a little Pig.
It was very little, so was not very big.
As it was playing beneath the shed,
In half a minute poor Piggy was dead.
So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried,
And Betty Pringle she laid down and died. There is the history of one, two and three, Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggy Wiggie.
You owe me five shillings,
Say the bellsof St Helen's
When will you pay me ?
When I grow rich,
Saythe bellsof Shoreditch
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not know,
Says thegreat Bellof Bow
Two sticks in an apple,
Ring the bells of Whitechapel.
Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
Kettles and pans,
Say the bells of St. Ann's.
Brickbats and tiles,
Say the bells of St. Giles.
Old shoes and slippers,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.
Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells of St. John's.