There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all
There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;
A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent, And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddle
ACKY, come give me thy fiddle,
If ever thou mean to thrive.
Nay; I'll not give my fiddle
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I'm gone mad;
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
Young Lambs to sell
Young Lambs to sell!
Young Lambs to sell!
If I'd as much money as I can tell, I never would cry—Young Lambs to sell!
