I HAD a little hobby horse, it was well shod, It carried me to London, niddety nod, And when we got to London we heard a great shout, Down fell my hobby horse and I cried out: Up again, hobby horse, if thou be a beast, When we get to our town we will have a feast, And if there be but little, why thou shalt have some, And dance to the bag-pipes and beating of the drum. |