I'll sing you a song - Though not very long, Yet I think it as pretty as any; Put your hand in your purse, You'll never be worse, And give the poor singer a penny.

I'll sing you a song, Nine verses long, For a pin; Three and three are six, And three are nine; You are a fool, And the pin is mine.

I'll sing you a song, The days are long, The woodcock and the sparrow; The little dog has burnt his tail, And he must be hanged tomorrow.