Half a pound of bacon,
Fry it in the pan—
No one else shall have it
But me and my young man.
or
Who’s that walking round my garden?
Only Tommy Jingle.
Don’t you steal none of my fat pigs,
Or else I’ll make you tingle.
or
Half a pound of bacon,
Fry it in the pan—
No one else shall have it
But me and my young man.
or
Who’s that walking round my garden?
Only Tommy Jingle.
Don’t you steal none of my fat pigs,
Or else I’ll make you tingle.
or