| [The two grey Kits,] And the grey Kits’ mother, All went over The bridge together. The bridge broke down. They all fell in, May the rats go with you, Says Tom Bolin. |
| [Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,] The beggars have come to town; Some in rags, and some in tags, And some in velvet gowns. |
| [Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John] Went to bed with his breeches on, One stocking off, and one stocking on, Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John. |
[As I was going to Derby upon a market day,]
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay,
On hay, on hay, on hay,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay.
This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before;