When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
I used to keep my master’s TURKEYS.
With a Gobble-gobble here, and a Gobble-gobble there,
And here a Gobble, and there a Gobble,
And everywhere a Gobble;
With a Shouting here, and a Pouting there,
&c., &c., &c.
With a Bow-wow here, &c.
With a Quack-quack here, &c.
With a Grunt-grunt here, &c.
With a Chuck-chuck here, &c.
With a Baa-baa here, &c.
With a Gee-wo here, &c.
Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?
R. Caldecott’s Second Collection of Pictures & Songs
George Routledge & Sons
