| Three wise men of Gotham |
| Went to sea in a bowl, |
| And if the bowl had been stronger, |
| My song would have been longer. |
| Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John |
| Went to bed with his trousers on; |
| One shoe off, the other shoe on, |
| Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John. |
| Cock a doodle doo, |
| My dame has lost her shoe; |
| My master's lost his fiddle-stick, |
| And knows not what to do. |
