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.