Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,
He went to bed with his stockings on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.
All of a row, bend the bow;
Shot at a pigeon and killed a crow.
You shall have a fish, in a little dish,
You shall have a fish, when the boat comes in.
Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin, and looks in the sky,
"Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!
The bull's in the barn threshing the corn;
The cocks on the hayrick blowing his horn."
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of Rye,
Four-and-twenty Blackbirds baked in a Pie;
When the Pie was opened, the Birds began to sing,
Was not that a dainty dish to set before a King?
Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell;
If I had as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry, young lambs to sell.
Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell,
I never would cry, young lambs to sell.
Ding, dong, bell; Pussy's in the well.
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