High diddle doubt, my candle’s out,
And my little dame’s not at home:
So saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little dame home.
| As I was going up Pippen Hill, Pippen Hill was dirty, There I met a pretty miss, And she dropp’d me a curtsey. Little miss, pretty miss! Blessings light upon you! If I had half-a-crown a-day, I’d spend it all upon you. |
I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint-pot, and there I bid him drum;
I bought him a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,
And a pair of little garters, to tie his little hose.
There was a little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.
I’ll sing you a song,
It’s not very long:
The woodcock and the sparrow,
The little dog has burnt his tail,
And he shall be hang’d to-morrow.
There were three crows sat on a stone,
Fal la, la la lal de.
Two flew away, and then there was one,
Fal la, la la lal de.
The other crow finding himself alone,
Fal la, la la lal de.
He flew away, and then there was none,
Fal la, la la lal de.
1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;
2. What to do there? says that pig;
3. To look for my mother, says this pig;
4. What to do with her? says that pig;
5. To kiss her and love her, says this pig.
⁂ This is said to each finger.