This is the way we go to church,
All of a Sunday morning.

In Massachusetts the song goes—

Here we go round the barberry bush,
So early in the morning.

A variation makes the last line—

All on a frosty morning.

No. 24.
Do, Do, Pity my Case.

Do, do, pity my case,
In some lady's garden;
My clothes to wash when I get home,
In some lady's garden.

Do, do, pity my case,
In some lady's garden;
My clothes to iron when I get home,
In some lady's garden.