THE STORY OF TOM THE PIPER'S SON, WHO PLAY'D HIS PIPE AND MADE GREAT FUN. Toм, he was a piper's son, He learned to play when he was young; Tom with his pipe made such a noise, They'd dance and skip while he did play Then Tom he learn'd to play with such skill, And as Dolly was milking her cow one day, He met with Dame Trot with a basket of eggs, Tom saw a cross fellow beating his ass, Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass; He play'd them a jig, and they danced to the tune, And the jackass's load was lightened soon. Once a dog got a piggy fast hold by the ear, Tom met with a Farmer in a sad, dirty place, Some little time after Tom slept on some hay; |