Crown the king with carrot tops, Dress him in sateen, Give him lots of licorice drops, With suckers in between. For he’s a king with lots of power And awful,
Ding, dong, bell, Pussy’s in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To try to
All aboard for Bombay, All aboard for Rome! Leave your little sisters And your loving aunts at home. Bring a bit of bailing wire, A pocketful of nails, And half
Bye, baby bunting, Father’s gone a-hunting, Mother’s gone a-milking, Sister’s gone a-silking, And brother’s gone to buy a skin To wrap the baby bunting in.