Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town,
Some in jags, and some in rags,
And some in velvet gown.
Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, downy,
And here we go backwards and forwards,
And here we go round, round, roundy.
Here stands a fist,
Who set it there?
A better man than you,
Touch him if you dare.
Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such craft,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK!
BEGGARS ARE COMING TO TOWN.