Bye, baby bumpkin,
Where’s Tony Lumpkin?
My lady’s on her death-bed,
With eating half a pumpkin.
As I was going to sell my eggs,
I met a man with bandy legs,
Bandy legs and crooked toes,
I tripp’d up his heels and he fell on his nose.
Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, little bird, will you stop, stop, stop?
And was going to the window to say how do you do?
But he shook his little tail, and far away he flew.