Rock-a-bye-Baby. Wock-a-bye, Teddy, on a twee top. When the wind blows, our cwadle will wock. When Humpty Dumpty comes, we will fall. He is so heavy he’ll take twee and all.
(Milk Maid comes in.)
Maid. Mother, that pesky old crumpled cow Kicked over the pail again! She won’t be milked. She’s out there now A-frolicking in the lane.
Jill. A crumpled cow! What’s a crumpled cow?
Maid. Well, a cow with a crumpled horn. She’s worse than Boy Blue’s cows, I avow! I wish she had never been born! I’ve petted and coaxed, but she won’t be good And be properly milked, as a good cow should.
Miss M. Here comes Tommy Tucker.
(Tommy Tucker is heard whistling. Maid begins to “fix” her hair.)
Georgie. Ho! See our Milk Maid Primping up for Tom Tucker! We’re all in the shade.
(Enter Tommy, who sings. Tune: No. 9.)
No. 9. THE MILK MAID SONG.