Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Father’s a nobleman, mother’s a queen; And Betty’s a lady, and wears a gold ring; And Johnny’s a drummer, and drums for the king.
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,
When good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag-pudding. A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuffed
Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green, The king could not read it, no more could the queen; They sent for a wise man out of the East, Who said it
Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, On the King’s kitchen door, All the King’s horses, And all the King’s men, Couldn’t drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, Off the King’s kitchen door.
“Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been?” “I’ve been to London To look at the Queen.” “Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there?” “I frightened a little mouse Under the chair.”