Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor Pussy Cat.

Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
And let's drink tea.
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They're all gone away.

Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat where have you been?
I've been to London to look at the Queen.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under a chair.

Blow, wind blow--
And go, mill, go--
That the miller
May grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And bring us some hot in the morn.

Mary had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs upon my word
He was a pretty fellow.