All the birds in the air Fell to sighing and sobbing, William and Mary, and George and Anne, Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going? 'I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing, I'm going to help them make hay." Willy, Willy Wilkin, Kissed the maids a-milking, And with his merry daffing, Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window, He asked for admittance, she answered him "No." Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump! "No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump! You shall have an apple, When your dad comes home. ! 9:22 Baa, baa, black sheep, have you a-ny wool? Yes, kind sir, three bags full, for my dame,But none for the little boy that lives in the lane. |