“Dicky bird, dicky bird, where are you going?”
“I’m going to the fields to see the men mowing.”
“Don’t you go there, or else you’ll be shot,
Baked in a pudding, and boiled in a pot.”
“Who’ll gu to th’ wood?” says Robin a Bobbin,
“Who’ll gu to th’ wood?” says Richard to Robbin,
“Who’ll gu to th’ wood?” says Johnny alone,
“Who’ll gu to th’ wood, lads, every one?”
“What muns do theer?” says Robbin a Bobbin,
“What muns do theer?” says Richard to Robbin,
“What muns do theer?” says Johnny alone,
“What muns do theer, lads, every one?”
“Gu a-shooting tum-tits,” says Robbin a Bobbin,
“Gu a-shooting tum-tits,” says Richard to Robbin,
“Gu a-shooting tum-tits,” says Johnny alone,
“Gu a-shooting tum-tits, lads, every one.”
ESSEX
The robin and the red-breast,
The robin and the wren;
If you take out o’ their nest,
You’ll never thrive agen!
The robin and the red-breast,
The martin and the swallow;
If you touch one o’ their eggs,
Bad luck will surely follow!