I. he Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs, They all took a drive in the Park, And they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong, Ding-a-dong, Before they went back in the dark. Mr. Poker he sate quite upright in the coach, Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash, Miss Shovel was all dressed in black (with a brooch), Mrs. Broom was in blue (with a sash). Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! And they all sang a song!
II. "O Shovel so lovely!" the Poker he sang, "You have perfectly conquered my heart! "Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you're pleased with my song, "I will feed you with cold apple tart! "When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound, "You enrapture my life with delight! "Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round! "And your shape is so slender and bright! "Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! "Ain't you pleased with my song?"
III. "Alas! Mrs. Broom!" sighed the Tongs in his song, "O is it because I'm so thin, "And my legs are so long—Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! "That you don't care about me a pin? "Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room, "Ah! why don't you heed my complaint! "Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom, "Because you are covered with paint? "Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! "You are certainly wrong!"
IV. Mrs. Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang, "What nonsense you're singing to-day!" Said the Shovel, "I'll certainly hit you a bang!" Said the Broom, "And I'll sweep you away!" So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as he could, Perceiving their anger with pain; But they put on the kettle, and little by little, They all became happy again. Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! There's an end of my song!