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A dis, a dis, a green grass,
A dis, a dis, a dis,
Come all you pretty fair maids
And dance along with us.
For we are going a-roving,
A-roving in this land;
We'll take this pretty fair maid,
We'll take her by the hand.
You shall have a duck, my dear,
And you shall have a drake;
And you shall have a young prince,
A young prince for your sake.
And if this young prince chance to die,
You shall have another;
The bells will ring, and the birds will sing,
And we'll all clap hands together.
As I was walking o'er little Moorfields,
I saw St. Paul's a-running on wheels,
With a fee, fo, fum.
Then for further frolics I'll go to France,
While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance,
With a fee, fo, fum.
Cock a doodle doo,
My dame has lost her shoe;
My master's lost his fiddle stick,
And knows not what to do.
Cock a doodle doo,
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling stick
She'll dance without her shoe.
Cock a doddle doo,
My dame has found her shoe,
And master's found his fiddling stick
She'll dance without her shoe.
Cock a doodle doo,
My dame will dance with you,
While master fiddles his fiddling stick,
For dame and doodle doo.
Dance, little baby, dance up high:
Never mind, baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little baby, there you go;
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round:
Dance, little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry gay coral, ding-a-ding, ding.
Dance to your daddy,
My little babby,
Dance to your daddy, my little lamb!
You shall have a fishy
In a little dishy,
You shall have a fishy when the boat comes in.
Dance to your daddy,
My little babby,
Dance to your daddy, my little lamb;
You shall have an apple,
You shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle-basket,
When your dad comes home.
March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
The old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tub,
The dirty clothes to rub, rub, rub;
But when they are clean, and fit to be seen,
I'll dress like a lady, and dance on the green.
Tom, he was a piper's so,
He learned to play when he was young,
And the all the tune that he could play,
Was, "Over the hills and far away";
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys,
And they stopped to hear him play,
"Over the hills and far away."
Tom with his pipe did play with such a skill
That those who heard him could never keep still;
As soon as he played they began to dance,
Even pigs on their hind legs would prance.
As dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took his pipe and began for to play,
So Doll and the cow danced "The Cheshire Round,"
Till the pail was broken and the milk ran on the ground.
He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
Tom saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and he played them a tune,
And the poor donkey's load was lightened full soon.
Trip upon trenchers,
And dance upon dishes,
My mother sent me for some bawn, some bawn:
She bid me tread lightly
And come again quickly,
For fear the young men should do me some harm.
Yet didn't you see,
Yet didn't you see,
What naughty tricks they put upon me;
They broke my pitcher,
And spilt the water,
And huffed my mother,
And chid her daughter,
And kissed my sister instead of me.
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