A
robin and a robin's son
Once
went to town to buy a bun.
They
couldn't decide on plum or plain,
And
so they went back home again.
To
market, to market,
To
buy a fat pig,
Home
again, home again,
Jiggety-jig.
To
market, to market,
To
buy a fat hog,
Home
again, home again,
Jiggety-jog.
Donkey,
Donkey, do not bray,
Mend
your pace and trot away;
Indeed,
the market's almost done,
My
butter's melting in the sun.
Ride
a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To
buy little Johnny a galloping horse;
It
trots behind and it ambles before,
And
Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.
Giddyap,
horsie, to the fair.
What'll
we buy when we get there?
A
penny apple
and a penny pear.
Giddyap,
horsie, to the fair.
Father
and Mother and Uncle John
Went
to market, one by one.
Father
fell off!
Mother
fell off!
But
Uncle
John went on, and on,
And
on, and on, and on.
A
farmer went trotting upon his grey 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 the next day,
Lumpety,
lumpety, lump!
Ride
a little horsey,
Ride
to town,
Whoa!
little horsey,
Don't
you fall down.
Trot
along to Boston.
Trot
along to Lynn.
Better
watch out,
Or
you'll fall in! |