LIT Fell sick upon a time; In came Robin Redbreast, And brought her cake and wine. Eat of my cake, Jenny, And drink of my wine; Thank you, Robin, kindly, You shall be mine. Jenny, she got well, And stood upon her feet, And told Robin plainly, She loved him not a bit. Robin he was angry, And hopp'd upon a twig; Saying, Out upon you, fy upon you, Bold-faced jig! SING song! merry go round, Here we go up to the moon, oh! Johnnie did cry, With the penny penny I've found, So bright and round? What shall you buy? A kite that will fly Up to the moon, all through the sky! But if, when it gets there, It should stay in the air; Or the man in the moon Should open his door, And take it in with his long, long paw;We should sing to another tune, oh! 32. To market, to market, To buy a plum bun: Home again, home again, 23 he, haw, hum; Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum. John Cook was riding up Shooter's bank he, haw, hum. And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum. John Cook was riding up Shooter's hill; he, haw, hum; His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum. The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum; If you want any more, you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum. WILLY boy, Willy boy, where are you going? I will go with you, if that I may. I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing, I'm going to help them to make the hay. 36. WHEN I was a little boy I lived by myself; And all the bread and cheese I got The rats and the mice They made such a strife, I was forced to go to London-town To buy me a wife. The streets were so broad, And the lanes were so narrow, I was forced to bring my wife home In a wheel-barrow. The wheel-barrow broke, And my wife had a fall; |