See, saw, sacradown,
Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
And that is the way to London town.
Little Boy Blue.
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;
Where’s the little boy that tends the sheep?
He’s under the haycock, fast asleep.
Go wake him, go wake him. Oh! no, not I;