Rowsty dowt

Melody -

Rowsty dowt,
My fire is out,
My little maid's not home!
I'll saddle my cock,
And bridle my hen,
And fetch my little maid home.
  Home she came, tritty trot,
She asked for the porridge she left in the pot;
Some she ate, and some she shod,
And some she gave to the truckler's dog;
She took up the ladle and knocked its head,
And now poor Dapsy dog is dead.

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