Little Tom Tucker,
Sings for his supper;
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
Without e'er a knife?
How will he be marry'd,
Without e'er a wife.
A diller, a doller,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You us'd to come at ten o'clock,
And now you come at noon.
I am a pretty wench,
And I come a great way hence,
And sweethearts I can get none:
But every dirty sow,
Can get sweethearts enow,
And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.
What care I how black I be,
Twenty pounds will marry me;
If twenty wont, forty shall,
I am my mother's bouncing girl.
Lady bird, lady bird,
Fly away home;
Your house is on fire,
Your children will burn.