Ate the pudding and left the bag.
| [Sing, Sing! —— What shall I sing?] The Cat’s run away with the Pudding-Bag String. |
[When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy’s dishes,]
Now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches.
| [Bye, Baby bunting,] Father’s gone a hunting, Mother’s gone a milking, Sister’s gone a silking, And Brother’s gone to buy a skin, To wrap the Baby bunting in. |
[’Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young,]
So daintily she danced and so prettily she sung,
Robin Redbreast lost his heart, for he was a gallant bird;