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The little farthing rush-light,
Fal lal la.
The little farthing rush light.

Sir Solomon then out of bed pops his toes,
And vastly he swore and very much did curse light.
And off to the chimney Sir Solomon goes,
And puffed at the rush-light,
The little farthing rush-light,
Fal lal la,
The little farthing rush-light.

Lady Simons got out in her night cap so neat,
And over the carpet my lady did brush light,
And there she found Sir Solomon all in a host,
Puffing at the rush-light.
The little farthing rush-light,
But neither of the twe
Cou'd blow out the rush-light,

Sir Solomon and lady their breath quite gone
Rang the bell in a rage, determined to crush light.
Half asleep in his shirt then up came John,
And puffed at the rush-light,
The little farthing rush-light
Put neither of the three
Cou'd blow out the rush-light.