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OLD ROGER IS DEAD |
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He made the old woman go hippity-hop, Hippity-hop, hippity-hop! He made the old woman go hippity-hop, He-ho! hippity-hop!
—Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).
VII. Cock Robin is dead and has gone to his grave; There grew on old apple tree over his head; The apples were ripe and ready to drop, O my, flippity flop !
There came an old woman to pick them all up, Cock Robin rose up and gave her a knock, And made the old woman go flippity flop! O my, flippity flop!
—Deptford, Kent (Miss Chase).
VIII. Old Roger is dead and gone to his grave, H'm ha ! gone to his grave.
They planted an apple tree over his head, H'm ha! over his head.
The apples were ripe and ready to fall, H'm ha ! ready to fall.
There came an old woman and picked them all up, H'm ha! picked them all up.
Old Roger jumped up and gave her a knock, H'm ha! gave her a knock.
Which made the old woman go hippity hop, H'm ha! hippity hop!
—Bath, from a Nursemaid (A. B. Gomme).
IX. Cock Robin is dead and lies in his grave, Hum-ha! lies in his grave. Place an old apple tree over his head, Hum-ha ! over his head. When they were ripe and ready to fall, Hum-ha ! ready to fall. |
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