Mary had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs, upon my word
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary,
And often where the cage was hung,
She stood to hear Canary.
Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn;
The sheep’s in the mea-dow, the cow’s in the corn.
Where’s the lit-tle boy that looks af-ter the sheep?
He’s un-der the hay-cock fast a-sleep.
I had a lit-tle po-ny;
They call-ed him dap-ple grey.
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile a-way.
She whip-ped him, she slash-ed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my po-ny now,
For all the lady’s hire.