They say the balloon
Has gone up to the moon.


There was an old man in a velvet coat,
He kiss'd a maid and gave her groat;
The groat was crack'd and would not go.
Ah, old man, do you serve me so?


Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl,
And if the bowl had been stronger
My song had been longer.


Wash me and comb me
And lay me down softly,
And set me a bank to dry,
That I may look pretty,
When some one comes by.


Up in the green orchard there is a green tree,
The finest of pippins that ever you see;
The apples are ripe, and ready to fall,
And Reuben and Robin shall gather them all.


Harry cum Parry, when will you marry?