'HERE was a man, and he had nought, TH And robbers came to rob him He crept up to the chimney-pot, And then they thought they had him. IX But he got down on t' other side, Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown; And sent them out of town. T HERE was a fat man of Bombay, man Who was smoking one sunshiny day When a bird, called a snipe, Flew away with his pipe, Which vexed the fat man of Bombay OM, Tom, the piper's son, TOM run! The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street. RYAN O'LIN, and his wife, and wife's mother, BRY They all went over a bridge together; The bridge was broken, and they all fell in, The deuce go with all! quoth Bryan O’Lin. |