The rose is red, the grass is green,
Serve King George our noble King:
Kitty the spinner will sit down to dinner,
And eat the leg of a frog;
All good people look over the steeple,
And see the cat play with the dog.
Doctor Foster was a good man,
He whipped his scholars, now and then,
And when he had done, he took a dance,
Out of England into France.
He had a brave beaver with a fine snout,
Stand you there out.
The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,
The mistress snored loud as a pig:
Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire,
And struck up a bit of a jig.
Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?
Down in the forest to milk my cow.
Shall I go with thee?—No, not now;
When I send for thee, then come thou.
The cock's on the dunghill a-blowing his horn;
The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadows are making of hay;
The ducks in the rivers are swimming away.