O market, to market, to buy a plum bun, Home again, home again, market is done. OM, Tom, the piper's son, And Tom ran crying down the RIP upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes, My mother sent me for some balm, some balm ; She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly, For fear the young men should do me some harm. Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see, And spilt the water, And chid her daughter, And kiss'd my sister instead of me. WO little blackbirds sat upon a hill, One named Jack, the other Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill; NURSERY SONGS. LEEP my baby, tender and dear, She'll watch thy slumbers till If thou art uneasy, thou shalt rest Thy little head upon her breast, Loving arms shall wrap thee round; Sleep then, baby, soft and sound. IP the hill urge me not, HEN good king Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barleymeal, To make a bag-pudding. A bag-pudding the king did make, The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat at night, The queen next morning fried. |