LITMIR.BIZ

      II. A LYING TALE

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      O when I was an infant young,

       To London I did go,

       Among the French and Spaniards there

       My gallantry to show.

       And when I came to the Eastern shore,

       I let my head hang down,

       I tripped along o'er banks and hills

       But never touched the ground.

       Fal-de-liddle-li-do

       Fal-de-liddle-iddle-dee.

       So when I reached the Eastern shore,

       I met a giant high,

       His little feet filled up the street,

       His head it touched the sky.

       He looked down, and with a frown

       He bid me pass his way.

       He looked up, and bid me sup

       A posset made of whey.

       He challenged me to dance and sing,

       To whistle or to pipe.

       I played every instrument

       And whipped the giant quite.

       He challenged me to jump a brook,

       He challenged me to run;

       I beat the pride out of his hide,

       And killed him when I'd done.

       The people all admiring stood,

       To see me, not afraid.

       They gave to me a salver bright,

       A hundred ton it weighed.

       I made myself a little box,

       'Twas but three acres square,

       I filled it up unto the top

       With my bright silver ware.

       When I did go from London town,

       I rode upon an ox,

       In by my thigh, in pocket I

       Did put my little box.

       And when I reached the Western shore,

       They kicked me out of door,

       They would not trust me for a pint,

       Because I looked so poor.

       I bought myself a flock of sheep,

       I thought they all were wethers.

       And some of them they gave me lambs

       And some gave only feathers.

       Methinks they were the bravest sheep

       To give such good increase,

       I cut their wool when the moon was full,

       And I had two lambs apiece.

       I bought a little poodle dog,

       A pretty dog was he,

       Where'er I went, 'twas his intent

       To run and follow me.

       His tail was but ten yards long,

       His ears but five feet wide,

       And round the world in half a day

       Upon him I might ride.

       I bought myself a coal-black hen,

       Of her I took much care,

       I set her on a mussel shell

       And out she hatched a hare.

       The hare she grew at such a pace,

       She soon was ten hands high.

       Come—if you know a better joke,

       I'm very sure you lie.

       Fal-de-liddle-li-do

       Fal-de-liddle-iddle-dee.