And a nice little boy had a nice cake of soap, / Worthy of washing the hands of the Pope.

And six little singing-boys, - dear little souls! / In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles.

Ah, ha! my good friend! - Don't you wish you may get it?

The Lady Jane was tall and slim, / The Lady Jane was fair.

And then he hitched his trousers up, as is, I'm told, their use, / - It's very odd that Sailor-men should wear those things so loose.

He had no little handkerchief to wipe his little nose.

Never was heard such a terrible curse ! ! / But what gave rise / To no little surprise, / Nobody seemed one penny the worse!

She drank prussic acid without any water,/ And died like a Duke-and-a-Duchess's daughter!