Rain, rain,
Go away,
Come again
April day;
Little Johnny
Wants to play.
Tom he was a Pi-per’s son,
He learned to play when he was young;
But all the tunes that he could play,
Was “O-ver the hills and far away.”
Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleas-ed both the girls and boys,
And they all stop-ped to hear him play,
“O-ver the hills and far a-way.”
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could ne-ver stand still;
When-e-ver they heard him they be-gan to dance,
Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.
He met old Dame Trott with a basket of eggs,
He u-sed his pipe and she u-sed her legs;
She danc-ed a-bout till the eggs were all broke,
She be-gan to fret, but he laugh-ed at the joke.
He saw a cross fel-low was beat-ing an ass,
Hea-vy la-den with pots, pans, dish-es, and glass;
He took out his pipe and play-ed them a tune,
And the Jack-ass’s load was light-en-ed full soon.
