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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,
And he had naught to give her, He pulld out his pipes and play'd her a tune,
And bade the cow consider.
The cow considered very well,
And gave the piper a penny,
“ Corn rigs are bonny.”
Away, pretty robin, fly home to your nest,
And feed you with worms and with bread: Your eyes are so sparkling, your feathers so soft, Your little wings flutter so pretty aloft,
And your breast is all cover'd with red.
Handy-spandy, Jacky dandy,
He bought some at a grocer's shop,
When good King Arthur ruled his land
He was a goodly king;
To make a bag-pudding.
And stuff?d it well with plums;
As big as my two thumbs.
And noblemen beside;
The queen next morning fried.
Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green, .
See saw, Jack-a-daw,
About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive,