The moon is shining bright—
and
O tonight is Saturday night,
Tomorrow will be Sunday—
and (a very old one)
Sally, Sally Water—sprinkle in the pan:
Fie, Sally—cry, Sally—for a young man—
and that’s really interesting, because the children don’t understand the meaning of this song any more, and so they have invented a new one to take its place, like this:
Little Sally Sanders, sitting on the sand,
Weeping and crying for a young man,