Nancy Dawson

Sing, Sing!

Sing, sing! what shall I sing?
The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.
Do, do, what shall I do?
The cat has bit it quite in two.

Peter Piper

PETER PIPER picked a peck of pickled pepper,
A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,
Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?

Nancy Dawson was so fine
She wouldn't get up to serve the swine,
She lies in bed till eight or nine,
So its oh! poor Nancy Dawson.

And do you ken Nancy Dawson, honey?
The wife who sells the barley, honey?
She won't get up to feed her swine,
And do you ken Nancy Dawson, honey?