High diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jump'd over the moon;
The little dog laugh'd
Bah, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry have I,
Three bags full;
You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.
You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
And drop him in a boiler-shed to cool.
Dickery, dickery dock,
The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
On the tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock;
Jack and Gill
Went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down
What did I do, sonny, in the Great World War?
Well, I learned to peel potatoes and to scrub the barrack floor.
I learned to push a barrow and I learned to swing a pick,
I learned to turn my toes out, and to make my eyeballs click.
I KNOW my Love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?