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,
And bade him play the other tune,

“ Corn rigs are bonny.”

Away, pretty robin, fly home to your nest,
To make you my captive I still should like best,

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,
Loves plum-cake and sugar candy.

He bought some at a grocer's shop,
And pleased away went hop, hop, hop.

When good King Arthur ruled his land

He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley meal

To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,

And stuff?d it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,

As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,

And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,

The queen next morning fried.

Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green, .
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen,
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

See saw, Jack-a-daw,
Johnny shall have a new master;
Johnny shall have but a penny a day,
Because he can work no faster.

About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive,
About the bush, Willie, I'll meet thee alive.