Hot cross buns, hot cross buns,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.
If your daughters don’t like them,
Give them to your sons,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.
See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw,
Jen-ny shall have a new mas-ter;
She shall have but a pen-ny a day,
Be-cause she can’t work any fast-er.
Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men,
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Ro-bin and looks in the sky,
“Oh; bro-ther Rich-ard, the sun’s very high!
You go on with the bot-tle and bag,
And I’ll come af-ter with jol-ly Jack Nag.”