See saw, sacradown, sacradown,
Which is the way to Boston town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
That is the way to Boston town.
Boston town’s changed into a city,
But I’ve no room to change my ditty.
There was a Piper had a Cow,
And he had naught to give her,
He pull’d out his pipes and play’d her a tune,
And bade the cow consider.
The cow considered very well,
And gave the piper a penny,
And bade him play the other tune,
“Corn rigs are bonny.”
