O Fanny, dear Fanny,
Make haste with the bed,
My doll is so tired
That she can’t raise her head.
Your doll is so old,
She can sit up till eight,
But mine is quite ill
If she stays up so late.
We’ve set out the tea things,
We’ve coffee and tea,
There is no one to drink them
But dolly and we.
We’ve muffins and crumpets,
We’ve biscuit and cake,
If no one will eat them,
Our hearts they will break.
So I’ll go out this way,
And you go out that,
We will ask all our neighbours
To come in and chat.
I have an apple,
Which hand has got it?
Left hand or right hand?
No, Sir, that’s not it.
Now then, try again,
Don’t look so grave,
This or that, Sir,
Which will you have?