[Milk-man, milk-man, where have you been?]
In Buttermilk channel up to my chin,
I spilt my milk, and I spoilt my clothes,
And got a long icicle hung to my nose.
[I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,]
And if I don’t hurt her she’ll do me do harm;
So I’ll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play.