This is the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with crumpled horn, This is the cock that crow'd in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the farmer sowing his corn, That milk'd the cow with crumpled horn, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. See a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck. Bad luck you'll have all the day. A diller, a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar, You used to come at ten o'clock, But now you come at noon. There was a man of our town, And scratched them in again. For every evil under the sun, A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds; For when the weeds begin to grow, Then doth the garden overflow. My story's ended |