So there was an end of one, two, and three,
Heigho, says Rowley,
The rat, and the mouse, and the little froggee,
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
XVIII. MY JOHNNY WAS A SHOEMAKER
My Johnny was a shoemaker,
And dearly he loved me;
My Johnny was a shoemaker,
But now he's gone to sea.
With nasty pitch to soil his hands,
And sail the stormy sea.
My Johnny was a shoemaker.
His jacket was deep sky blue,
And curly was his hair;
His jacket was deep sky blue,
It was as I declare.
To reef the topsail now he's gone,
And sail across the stormy sea.
My Johnny was a shoemaker.
And he will be a captain, by and by,
With a brave and gallant crew.
