There
Was An Old Man Who Mollied His Pig
There
was an old man who mollied his pig,
With
a fork and pork,
And
a merry diddle molly-o,
His
hair was grey and his nose was big,
And
he mollied his bacon daily-o.
***
There
was an old man who mollied his goat,
With
a hey nanny no,
And
a merry diddle molly-o,
His
wife found out and slit his throat,
And
he gave up mollying soon after-o
***
There
was an old man who mollied his horse,
With
a ho nonny neigh,
And
a merry diddle molly-o,
They
say his string was hairy and coarse,
But
his fork was polished daily-o.
***
There
was an old man who mollied his dog,
With
a fork so rough,
And
a merry diddle molly-o,
He
mollied at night and he mollied in the fog,
A-binding
his string so gaily-o.
***
There
was an old man who mollied his cat,
A
pussy with teeth,
And
a merry diddle molly-o,
His
name was Claude and he wore a hat,
But
his string was always tangled-o.
***
There
was an old man who mollied his sheep,
With
a nibble and a scrape,
And
a merry diddle molly-o,
After
that he fell to sleep,
And
impaled himself on his fork-o.
***
There
was an old man who mollied his cludge,
With a no nonny no,
And
a merry diddle molly-o,
They fetched him up before the Judge,
Then they hanged him up with his string-o.
***
(Extract
from "Folk Songs of Olde Englande" - J. M. Blunt 1892)
