To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig and away he ran.
The pig was ate, and Tom was beat,
And Tom ran crying down the street.
Two little blackbirds sat upon a hill,
One named Jack, the other named Gill;
Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;
Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.
Up the hill urge me not,
Down the hill ride me not,
Along the level spare me not,
In the stable forget me not.
When I was a batchelor,
I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got,
I put upon the shelf.
The rats and the mice they made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife:
The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow.
The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
Down came wheel-barrow, wife and all.