D There was a man in our town, He jump'd into a bramble-bush, And scratch'd them in again. As I was going to sell my eggs, I tript up his heels and he fell on his nose. Old mistress McShuttle Lived in a coal-scuttle, Along with her dog and her cat; What they ate I can't tell, But 'tis known very well, That none of the party were fat. Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock, Am I to gang ba-are-foot Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen, I've been up and down, To every shop in town, To fit your foot, If I'd crow my hea-art out. [To be said very quickly, except the last two words in each verse, which are to be "screamed out.] ་ Pussy sits behind the log, How can she be fair? Then comes in the little dog, Pussy, are you there? So, so, dear mistress Pussy, Pray tell me how you do? I thank you, little dog, I'm very well just now. How many days has my baby to play? Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Pat a cake, pat a cake, Baker's man! So I do, master, as fast as I can. Pat it, and prick it, And mark it with T, And then it will serve For Tommy and me. T |