He went to slide upon the ice,
Before the ice would bear,
Then he plunged in above his knees,
Which made poor Simon stare.
He went to shoot a wild duck,
But the duck flew away,
Says Simon I can’t hit him,
Because he would not stay.
Then Simple Simon went a hunting,
For to catch a hare,
He rode an ass about the street,
But could not find one there.
He went for water in a seive,
But soon it all run through,
And went all o’er his clothes,
Which made poor Simon rue.
He washed himself with blacking ball,
Because he had no soap,
And then said to his mother
I’m a beauty now I hope.
He went to eat some honey,
Out of the mustard pot,
It bit his tongue until he cried,
That was all the good he got.
Simple Simon cutting his
mother’s bellows open to
see where the wind lay.
JACK JINGLE.