| [Ride away, ride away,] Johnny shall ride, And he shall have pussy-cat Tied to one side; And he shall have little dog Tied to the other, And Johnny shall ride To see his grandmother. |
[Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,]
Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
To get some meal to bake a cake;
So pray, my dear baby, lie still.
| [Little lad, little lad,] Where were you born? Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn, Where they sup butter-milk With a ram’s horn; And a pumpkin scoop’d, With a yellow rim, Is the bonny bowl they breakfast in. |
| [Pretty John Watts,] We are troubled with rats, Will you drive them out of the house? We have mice too in plenty, That feast in the pantry, But let them stay and nibble away, What harm in a little brown mouse? |