Oldal 128 [128]
I 22 MOTHER GOOSES NURSERY RHYMES.
Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow ;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
And shot the millers sow right through the heart ;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
For the old miller’s sow is in a swoon;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
Mary had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs—upon my word,
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary,
And near the cage she d ever sit,
To hear her own canary.