Shoe the colt,
Shoe the colt,
Shoe the wild mare;
Here a nail,
There a nail,
Yet she goes bare.
Is John Smith within?
Yes, that he is.
Can he set on a shoe?
Ay, marry, two,
Here a nail, there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.
Ride a cock horse,
To Banbury cross,
To see what Tommy can buy;
A penny white loaf,
A penny white cake,
And a twopenny apple pye.
Ride a cock horse, to Banbury cross,
To see an old woman get up on her horse;
Rings on her fingers, and bells at her toes,
And so she makes music wherever she goes.
O that I was where I would be,
Then would I be where I am not;
But where I am I must be.
And where I would be I cannot.