"Young Lambs To Sell"
Johnny Pringle had a little pig
Johnny Pringle had a little pig,
It was very little, so not very big:
As it was playing on a dunghill,
In a moment poor piggy was killed.
So Johnny Pringle, he sat down and cried,
Betsy Pringle, she lay down and died.
There is the history of one, two, and three,
Johnny Pringle, Betsy Pringle, and little Piggy.
Yet didn't you see
Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
What naughty tricks they put upon me:
They broke my pitcher,
And spilt my water,
And huffed my mother,
And chid her daughter,
And kissed my sister instead of me.
Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
One a penny, two a penny
Hot-cross Buns!