He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laugh’d at the joke.
He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and play’d them a tune,
And the jackass’s load was lighten’d full soon.
Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,