And then he'll live till snow is gone.


Little Jack Nory
Told me a story
How he tried
Cock-horse to ride,
Sword and scabbard by his side,
Saddle, leaden spurs and switches,
His pocket tight
With cents all bright,
Marbles, tops, puzzles, props,
Now he's put in jacket and breeches.


There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
One name Jack, and the other name Jill;
Fly away, Jack--fly away, Jill,
Come again, Jack--come again, Jill.


Willie boy, Willie boy,
Where are you going?
O let us go with you,
This sunshiny day.

I'm going to the meadow,
To see them a mowing,
I'm going to help the girls
Turn the new hay.