Bye, baby bunting
Bye, baby bunting,
Fatherâ??s gone a-hunting,
Motherâ??s gone a-milking,
Sisterâ??s gone a-silking,
And brotherâ??s gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.
Buttons
Buttons, a farthing a pair!
Come, who will buy them of me?
They’re round and sound and pretty,
And fit for girls of the city.
Come, who will buy them of me?
Buttons, a farthing a pair!
Butterfly, butterfly
Butterfly, butterfly,
Whence do you come?
“I know not, I ask not,
Nor ever had a home.”
Butterfly, butterfly,
Where do you go?
“Where the sun shines,
And where the buds grow.”