There was an old man in a velvet coat, He kiss'd a maid and gave her a groat; The groat was crack'd and would not go. Ah, old man, do you serve me so? Three wise men of Gotham And if the bowl had been stronger Up in the green orchard there is a green tree, The finest of pippins that ever you see; The apples are ripe, and ready to fall, And Reuben and Robin shall gather them all. Harry cum Parry, when will you marry? I'll come to your wedding without any bidding, Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, I will sing you a song Of the days that are long, And he shall be whipt to-morrow. I had a little Doll, The prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes, And kept the house clean. She went to the mill To fetch me some flour, And always got it home In less than an hour; She baked me my bread, She brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire And told many a fine tale. When I was a little he, My mother took me on her knee, And call'd me oft her darling boy. F |