What’s in the cupboard?
Says Mr Hubbard.
A knuckle of veal,
Says Mr Beal.
Is that all?
Says Mr Ball.
And enough too,
Says Mr Glue;
And away they all flew.
Won’t be my father’s Jack,
Won’t be my mother’s Gill;
I will be the fiddler’s wife,
And have music when I will.
T’other little tune,
T’other little tune;
Pr’ythee, love, play me
T’other little tune.
Daddy Neptune one day to Freedom did say:
“If ever I lived upon dry land,
The spot I should hit on would be little Britain,”
Says Freedom: “Why, that’s my own island!
Oh, it’s a snug little island,
A right little, tight little island,
Search all the globe round, there’s none can be found
So happy as this little island!”
Did you ever see the Devil,
With his little spade and shovel,
Digging ’taties by the dozen
With his tail cocked up?
The man in the moon as hard as your hat,
He stole some bushes out of a gap,
If he’d went by, and let ’em alie,
He’d never been man in the moon so high.