| THE QUARREL
My little old man and I fell out;
Ill tell you what twas all about,
I had money and he had none,
And thats the way the noise begun, |
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
The Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts,
All on a summers day;
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed hed steal no more. |