London Bridge is broken down,
Build it up with lime and stone;
Lime and stone will build and break;
Set an old man to watch all night.
Perhaps this man will run away,
Ten times the wedding day.
—Tyrie (Rev. Dr. Gregor).
Broken bridges falling down, falling down, falling down, my fair lady.
What will you give to mend it up? &c.
Those running under the arch say—
A guinea gold ring will mend it up, &c.
The two players say no.
A pin I’ll give to mend it up.
No!
A thousand pounds to mend it up;
This will waste away, my fair lady;
We’ll mend it up with golden pins, my fair lady,
For golden pins will never rust, never rust, my fair lady.