Uncle Feedle - Trad

There was a man made all of rag
His name was Uncle Feedle
His coat was a barley bag all sewed up with a needle

His nose was rag
His toes were rag
His legs were Harris Tweedle
His eyes were dots of cotton frocks
They called him Uncle Feedle

Oh Uncle Feedle had no house
Poor old Uncle Feedle
He had no bed
He had no house
Poor little Uncle Feedle
Poor old Uncle
Silly old Uncle

Hadn't got a bed so
He took a bag of rag and cloth
A reel of cotton threadle

Now first he sewed the kitchen wall with cotton thread and needle
The stichs small and the windows tall were sewed by Uncle Feedle
The curtains lushed
With purple plush
And bombizina mantal
A bottle of milk was borted silk
And calacoda candle

Now Feedle's house was inside out
Clever old Uncle Feedle!
The up was in
The in was out
It suited Uncle Feedle

One more kitchen
One more parlour
One more was the bedroom
He laid his head on his quilted bed
Sleepy Uncle Feedle