Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.

One for the master

And one for the dame

and one for the little boy

who lives down the lane

Moo, moo, white cow,

have you any butter?

I might give you some,

if you don't mutter!

Prate, prate foolish child,

Butter you must earn;

Take my milk and put it in a churn.

Churn it up - churn it up,

For an hour or two,

Pitter-pat, pitter-pat,

There's a pat for you.

By

John Cunliffe