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Sing, Sing!

What shall I sing?

The Cat's run away with the Pudding-Bag String.

When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes, Now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches.

Bye, Baby bunting,
Father's gone a hunting,
Mother's gone a milking,

Sister's gone a silking,

And Brother's gone to buy

a skin,

To wrap the Baby bunting in.

TWA
WAS once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young,
So daintily she danced and so prettily she sung,
Robin Redbreast lost his heart, for he was a gallant bird;
So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren, requesting to be heard.
O, dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,
You shall feed on cherry-pie and drink new currant wine,
I'll dress you like a goldfinch or any peacock gay;
So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine, let us appoint the day.

Jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind :
Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I take your offer kind;
Cherry-pie is very nice and so is currant wine,

But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine.

Cushy Cow bonny, let down your milk,
And I will give you a gown of silk,
A gown of silk and a silver tee,
If you'll let down your milk to me.

There were two blind men wen to see

Two cripples run a race,

The bull did fight the humblebee

And scratched him in the face.

Fa, Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum!

I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he live or be he dead,

I'll grind his bones to make me bread.

Richard and Robin were two pretty men;
They laid abed till the clock struck ten;
Robin starts up and looks at the sky,
Oh ho! brother Richard, the sun's very high,
you go before with the bottle and bag,
And I'll follow after on little Jack Nag.

Do

Fund about, round about,

Gooseberry Pie,

My father loves good ale,

And so do I.