Tom, Tom, The Piper's Son

  Tom, Tom, was a pi per's son,
  He learn'd to play when he was young;
  But the only tune that he could play,
  Was "Over the hills and far away."
  
  Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
  That he pleased both the girls and boys;
  They'd dance and skip while he did play,
  "Over the hills and far away."
  
  Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
  That those who heard him could never keep still;
  As soon as he play'd they began for to dance,
  Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.
  
  He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of Eggs—
  He used his pipe and she used her legs;
  She danc'd about till her eggs were all broke,
  She began for to fret, but he laugh'd at the joke.
  
  And as Dolly was milking her cow one day,
  Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
  So Doll and the cow they danc'd a lilt,
  Till the pail fell down and the milk was all spilt.
  
  Tom saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
  Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
  He took out his pipe and he play'd them a tune,
  And the poor donkey's load was lighten'd full soon.