My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,
Went round about the house, to find
A chink to get her foot in;
She tried the keyhole in the door,
She tried the crevice in the floor,
And drove the chimney soot in.
And then one night when it was dark,
She blew up such a tiny spark,
That all the house was pothered;
From it she raised up such a flame
As flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered.
And thus when once, my little dears,
A whisper reaches itching ears,
The same will come, you'll find;
Take my advice, restrain your tongue,
Remember what old Nurse has sung
Of busy Lady Wind.
Bow-wow-wow!
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tucker's dog.
Bow-wow-wow!
Let us go to the woods, says this pig.
What to do there? says this pig.
To seek mamma, says this pig.
What to do with her? says this pig.
To kiss her, to kiss her, says this pig.