RIDE A COCK HORSE

UP you go,

Down you see,

Granny's come

To pour the tea;

The tea is sweet,

The wine is too;

There are eighteen camels

With clothes for you,

The clothes are heavy,

And the dragon-fly

Has spurted water

On your ankle-tie.

Sister, sister,

Stop your fuss,

To-morrow the cart

Will come for us;

What cart, you ask,

The cart, of course,

With large, red wheels,

And a big, white horse;

And in it a beautiful girl, I note,

With a squirrel cloak and an otter coat,

Her betel-nut bag is a needle-worked charm,

And the stem of her pipe is as long as your arm.