When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,
I used to keep my master's CHILDREN,
With a Shouting here, and a Pouting there,
And here a Shout, and there a Pout,
And everywhere a Shout;
With a Bow-bow here, and a Bow-wow there,
&c., &c., &c.
With a Quack-quack here, &c.
With a Grunt-grunt here, &c.
With a Chuck-chuck here, &c.
With a Baa-baa here, &c.
With a Gee-wo here, &c.
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?