VIII. THE POOR WOMAN OF BABYLON
[A Ring—one in the middle.]
Here comes a poor woman of Babylon
With three little children all alone.
One can brew and one can bake,
And one can make a nice round cake.
One can sit in a bower and spin,
One can make a bed for a king,
Choose the one and leave all the rest,
And take you the one that you love the best.
[The child having chosen, the rest sing:—]
Now you're married, we wish you joy,
Father and mother you must obey.
Love one another as sister and brother,
And now, good people, kiss one another.
IX. ROSY APPLE
Rosy apple, mellow pear,
Bunch of roses she shall wear;
Gold and silver by her side,
She shall be my bonny bride.
Take her by the lily-white hand,
Lead her over sea and land,
Give her kisses, one, two, three,
This shall be true love to me.
