Daf-fy-down-Dil-ly has come up to town,
In a yel-low pet-ti-coat and a green gown.
Mul-ti-pli-ca-tion is a vex-a-tion,
Di-vi-sion is as bad,
The Rule of Three per-plex-es me,
And Prac-tice drives me mad.
Goo-sey, goo-sey, gan-der, whi-ther shall I wan-der?
Up-stairs, and down-stairs, and in my la-dy’s cham-ber.
There I met an old man, who would not say his pray-ers;
I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs.