| THIS is the way the ladies ride, |
| Tri, tre, tri, tree, tri, tre, tri, tree! |
| This is the way the ladies ride; |
| Tri, tre, tri, tree, tri, tre, tri, tree! |
| This is the way the gentlemen ride! |
| Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot! |
| This is the way the gentlemen ride! |
| Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot! |
| This is the way the farmers ride! |
| Hobbledy-hop, hobbledy-hop! |
| This is the way the farmers ride! |
| Hobbledy-hop, hobbledy-hop! |
| FATHER, may I go to war? Yes, you may, my son; Wear your woollen comforter, But don't fire off your gun. THERE was an owl lived in an oak, Wisky, wasky, weedle; And every word he ever spoke Was fiddle, faddle, feedle. A gunner chanced to come that way, Wisky, wasky, weedle; Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird." Fiddle, faddle, feedle. |
| NANCY Dawson has grown so fine |
| She won't get up to serve the swine; |
| She lies in bed till eight or nine, |
| So it's Oh, poor Nancy Dawson. |
And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey? |
| The wife who sells the barley, honey? |
| She won't get up to feed her swine, |
| And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey? |
OLD Grimes is dead, that good old man, |
| We ne'er shall see him more; |
| He used to wear a long brown coat |
| All buttoned down before. |
[To be read rapidly.]
| MY pussy cat Has got the gout, And the rats and mice Can play about. BROW brinky, Eye winky, Chin choppy, Nose noppy, Cheek cherry, Mouth merry. |
| MERRY are the bells, and merry would they ring, |
| Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; |
| With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free, |
| And a merry sing-song, happy let us be! |
Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose, |
| Noodle goes your pate, and purple is your nose; |
| Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free, |
| With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be! |
Merry have we met, and merry have we been, |
| Merry let us part, and merry meet again; |
| With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free, |
| And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be! |