When I Was a Little Boy (feat. Dave Swarbrick)

When I was a little boy, to London I did go
Now I've turned a roguish blade, my courage it will show
Feet was on the table, my head was hanging down
And I jumpéd over Kingston Hill and never touched the ground

My toorah, laddie, whack fo-laddie
Toorah, loorah-ling

Oh, I bought myself a little bull about three-inches high
People all admired me, all for to hear him cry
People all admired me, he made such an awful sound
For he made the steeple of Saint
Paul's church come tumbling to the ground

My toorah, laddie, whack fo-laddie
Toorah, loorah-ling

Oh, I bought myself a flock of sheep and most of them were wethers
Sometimes they brought me wool, sometimes they brought me feathers
They were as fine a flock, sir, as anyone could possess
For every month or six-weeks, they brought me six lamb apiece.

With my toorah, laddie, whack fo-laddie
Toorah, loorah-ling

Oh, I bought myself a little hen, of her I took great care
I set her on a mussel-shell, she hatched me out a hare
The hare grew to a red-white steed, about eighteen-yard high
And if anybody telling you a bigger story, I'll tell you it's a lie

Through my toorah, laddie, whack fo-laddie
Toorah, loorah-ling

And I bought myself a little box, about three-acre square
Stowed it in my breeches pocket, guineas they were there
People all admired me, thanked me for what I'd done
And they gave me a portion of silver and gold about ten-thousand ton

My toorah, laddie, whack fo-laddie
Toorah, loorah-ling