Left or right, now, tell me quick?
There’s either an apple or nothing for Dick.
Here’s master Jack,
With his bag at his back,
What do you think he is at?
Two gay butterflies,
With their wings full of eyes,
He’s trying to catch in his hat.
The chaise is at the door my dear,
Are you quite ready?
How restive these new horses are!
Now then—steady.
Gee wo, gee wo.
Take care how you get in my dear,
And mind our lovely child,
It would only take a little thing
To make these horses wild.
Ge wo, gee wo.
Here’s little Freddy,
He sits in his tub,
He is quite ready
To have a good rub.
He is the little man for me
Waiting there so patiently.
While master Harry
Does nothing but squall,
And says when he’s older
He won’t wash at all.
What a naughty little man
Who will be dirty if he can.
