Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
I will go with you, if I may.
I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing,
I am going to see them make the hay.
Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a rail,
Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail;
Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a bridle,
With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.
Ding, dong, darrow,
The cat and the sparrow,
The little dog burnt his tail,
And he shall be whipped to-morrow.