If you'll let down your milk to me.


There were two blind men went to see
Two cripples run a race,
The bull did fight the humblebee
And scratched him in the face.


Fa, Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he live or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make me bread.


Richard and Robin were two pretty men;
They laid abed till the clock struck ten;
Robin starts up and looks at the sky,
Oh ho! brother Richard, the sun's very high,
Do you go before with the bottle and bag,
And I'll follow after on little Jack Nag.


Round about, round about,
Gooseberry Pie,
My father loves good ale,
And so do I.


We'll go to the wood, says Richard to Robin,