The sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary;
And near the cage she'd often sit
To hear her own canary.

Tom, he was a piper's son.
He learned to play when he was young.
But all the tunes that he could play,
Was "Over the hills and far away."
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they heard him they began to dance,
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.

I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty things for thee.
There were comfits in the cabin
And apples in the hold,
The sails were made of silk,
The masts were made of gold.

What's the news of the day, good neighbour, I pray?
They say the balloon is gone up to the moon.

There were two birds sat on a stone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
One flew away, and then there was one,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;