Dinty diddledy,
My mammy’s maid,
She stole oranges,
I am afraid;
Some in her pocket,
Some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges,
I do believe.
“Dinah, Dinah,
Go to China,
For oranges and tea;
Dolly is sick,
And wants them quick,
So skip across the sea!”
“Pudding and pie!”
Said Jane, “O my!”
“Which would you rather?”
Said her father,
“Both!” cried Jane,
Quite bold and plain.
Ding dong! ding dong!
There goes the gong;
Dick, come along,
It’s time for dinner.
Wash your face,
Take your place,
Where’s your grace?
You little sinner!
When little Claude was naughty wunst
At dinner-time, an’ said,
He wont say “Thank you!” to his Ma,
She maked him go to bed,
An’ stay two hours an’ not git up,
So when the clock struck Two,
Nen Claude says, “Thank you, Mr Clock,
I’m much obleeged to you!”