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;