Hey Rub-A-Dub
Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub,
And who do you think was there?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker,
And all of them gone to the fair.
TO BE SUNG IN A HIGH WIND.
Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
And he comes roaring up the land,
King of Scots with all his power
Never can turn Sir Arthur O'Bower.
Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down tumble cradle and baby and all.
Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town,
With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown,
And her white blossoms are peeping around.
There was an old woman, and what do you think?
She liv'd upon nothing--but victuals and drink:
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
And yet this old lady scarce ever was quiet.
The rose is red, the violet is blue,
The gillyflower sweet--and so are you.
These are the words you have me say
For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.
Great A, little a, bouncing B,
The Cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.
The little black dog ran round the house,
And set the bull a roaring,
And drove the monkey in the boat,
Who set the oar a rowing,
And scared the cock upon the rock,
Who cracked his throat with crowing.
Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse!
Oh, what a dear little bright Mouse!
With his eyes of pink,
Going winky-wink,
Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse.
My little Pink,
I suppose you think,
I cannot do without you,
I'll let you know
Before I go,
How little I care about you.
Tell tale tit, your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in our town shall have a bit.
Saturday night shall be my whole care
To powder my locks and curl my hair;
On Sunday morning my love will come in
And marry me then with a pretty gold ring.
Dear Sensibility, O la!
I heard a little lamb cry, baa!
Says I, "So you have lost mamma?"
"Ah!"
The little lamb, as I said so,
Frisking about the fields did go,
And, frisking, trod upon my toe.
"Oh!"
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