“Then I can’t marry you, my pretty maid!”
“Nobody asked you, sir,” she said.
Here We Go Up, Up, Up.
Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, downy,
And here we go backwards and forwards,
And here we go round, round, roundy.
Oh, Dear! What Can the Matter Be?
Oh, dear! what can the matter be?
Two old women got up an apple-tree;