6. A Farmer Went Trotting Upon His Gray Mare A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare, Bumpety, bumpety, bump, With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair, Lumpety, lumpety, lump. A raven cried “Croak,” and they all tumbled down, Bumpety, bumpety, bump; The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown, Lumpety, lumpety, lump. The mischievous raven flew laughing away, Bumpety, bumpety, bump, And vowed he would serve them the same next day, Lumpety, lumpety, lump. 7. A Frog He Would A-wooing Go A frog he would a-wooing go, Heigh ho! says Rowley, A frog he would a-wooing go, Whether his mother would let him or no. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. So off he set with his opera hat, Heigh ho! says Rowley, So off he set with his opera hat, And on the road he met with a rat, With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. Pray, Mr. Rat will you go with me? Heigh ho! says Rowley, Pray, Mr. Rat will you go with me, Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see… With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. They came to the door of Mousey’s hall, Heigh ho! says Rowley, They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. Pray, Mrs. Mouse are you within? Heigh ho! says Rowley, Oh yes, kind sirs, I’m sitting to spin. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. Pray, Mrs. Mouse will you give us some beer? Heigh ho! says Rowley, For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. Pray, Mr. Frog will you give us a song? Heigh ho! says Rowley, Let it be something that’s not very long. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. Indeed, Mrs. Mouse, replied Mr. Frog, Heigh ho! says Rowley, A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog, Mousey said, Heigh ho! says Rowley, I’ll sing you a song that I’ve just made. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. But while they were all a-merry-making Heigh ho! says Rowley, A cat and her kittens came tumbling in. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. The cat she seized the rat by the crown, Heigh ho! says Rowley, The kittens they pulled the little mouse down. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright, Heigh ho! says Rowley. He took up his hat and he wished them goodnight. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. But as Froggy was crossing over a brook, Heigh ho! says Rowley. A lily white duck came and gobbled him up. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. So there was the end of one, two, three, Heigh ho! says Rowley. The rat, the mouse, and the little froggy. With a rowley, powley, gammon, and spinach, Heigh ho! says Anthony Rowley. 8.
A Riddle, A Riddle, As I Suppose A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose, A hundred eyes and never a nose! 9. Arthur O’Bower Has Broken His Band Arthur O’Bower has broken his band, He comes roaring up the land. A King of Scots, with all his power, Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower. 10. As I Was Going to Derby As I was going to Derby Upon a market-day, I met the finest ram, sir, That ever was fed on hay. This ram was fat behind, sir; This ram was fat before; This ram was ten yards high, sir; Indeed, he was no more. The wool upon his back, sir, Reached up unto the sky, The eagles build their nests there, For I heard the young ones cry. The space between the horns, sir, Was as far as man could reach, And there they built a pulpit, But no-one in it preached. This ram had four legs to walk upon, This ram had four legs to stand, And every leg he had, sir, Stood on an acre of land. Now the man that fed the ram, sir, He fed him twice a day, And each time that he fed him, sir, He ate a rick of hay. The wool upon this ram’s tail Was very fine and thin. It took all the girls in Derby town Seven years to spin. And if you don’t believe me And think it is a lie, Then you go down to Derby town And see as well as I. |
