Have you heard of ^|aa one^a| Humptydumpty
How he fell ^|agot blank fell with^a| with a roll & a rumble
and ^|ahe fel lay low^a| like ^|aold^a| Oliver Crumple

^|aBehind ^|bAback of By the back of^b|a|

the magazine wall

of the magazine wall

^|aI'm afraid I'll go bail^a|, my dairyman darling
All your butt.
Like the blank
I'll go bail like the bull of the Cow

All your butter is

in your horn

He was one time ^|athe our^a| King of ^|aour the^a| Castle
Now he's kicked about like any old parsnip
And from Green street by order of h His Worship

He'll be ^|ashipped sent to^a| the jail of Mountjoy

^|aThe To the^a| jail of Mountjoy.

Jail him and joy

He had schemes in his head for to bother us
Stage coaches & ^|awealth parks^a| for the populace
^|aCow's Mare's^a| for the sick, seven Sundays a week,

Openair love & ^|aprisons religious^a| reform

& prisons reform

^|ahideous in form^a|

^|aBut why then Arrah why^a|, says you, couldn't he manage it.
I'll go bail, my big dairyman darling
Like the ^|alimping bumping^a| bull of the Cassidy's

All your butter is in your

His butter is in his H horns

Butter his horns
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Sure leave it to Hosty, frosty fiddler, leave it to Hosty ^|ahe's the man^a| to ^|aran run^a| the rann, the wran of all ranns.

He was strolling round the
It was in the zoological garden
He was strolling around by the monument
Poor old ^|ahumpy hippopotamus humpedy Hippopotamus^a|
When ^|ahe they^a| opened the backdoor of the omnibus

^|aHe And they^a| caught his death of fusiliers

His death of fusiliers

And he'll lose his ears

But wait
'Tis a ^|agreat sore^a| pity, so it is, for his ^|aten little^a| children
But ^|await till look out for^a| his missus legitimate
When she gets a grip of old Earwicker

^|aThere'll Won't there^a| be earwigs on the green?

Big earwigs on the green

Then we'll have a grand ^|acelebration band & mass meeting^a|
For to sod the bold son Scandinavian
And we'll bury him down,

in Oxmanstown

Where he'll