Classic Poem

A-begging buttermilk I will go,
I know I shan't be a beggar long,
For there's an old woman at yonder farm
Will give me plenty if I ask for some.

I'll sell it all for one pennee,
Fol the lol the laddle dee,
And with that penny I will buy eggs,
And I shall have seven for my pennee.

I'll set my seven eggs under a hen,
If cocks then they should chance to be.
I'll make seven young gamesters out of them,
And there will be seven half-crowns for me.