THE world is so full
of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all
be as happy as kings.
— Robert Louis Stevenson.
DANCE, little Baby, dance up high!
Never mind, Baby, Mother is by.
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little Baby, there you go!
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.
Backwards and forwards,
round and round,
Dance, little Baby, and Mother will sing
With a merry carol, ding! ding! ding!
Which is the way to London town
One foot up, the other foot down,
Oh, that’s the way to London town.
thy cradle is green;
Father’s a nobleman,
mother’s a queen;
And Betty’s a lady,
and wears a gold ring.
And Johnny’s a drummer,
and drums for the king.