Hickety pickety i sillickety
Pompalorum jig,
Every man who has no hair
Generally wears a wig,
One, two, three,
Out--goes--he.

Hey, diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Hetero-sex is best for the man of a serious turn of mind,
But here's a hint, if you should fancy the other:
Turn Menophila round in bed, address her peachy behind.
And it's easy to pretend you're screwing her brother.

Heroic soul, in homely garb half hid,
Sincere, sagacious, melancholy, quaint;
What he endured, no less than what he did,
Has reared his monument, and crowned him saint.

H ERE'S to the town of New Haven,
— The home of the Truth and the Light,
Where God talks to Jones in the very same tones
— That He uses with Hadley and Dwight!

Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, downy,
And here we go backwards and forwards,
And here we go round, round, roundy.

Here we are all, by day; by night we are hurled
By dreams, each one into a several world.

Here the young lover, on his elbow raised,
Looked at his happy girl with grass surrounded,
And flicked the spotted beetle from her wrist:
She, with her head thrown back, at heaven gazed,
At Suffolk clouds, serene and slow and mounded;
Then calmly smiled at him before they kissed.

Here stood a Lofty church — there is a steeple,
And there the Grand Parade — O see the people!
That Famouse Castle there, were I but nigh,
To see the mote and Bridg and walls so high —
They'r very fine! sais my deluded eye.

Here stands a good old apple tree,
Stand fast root, stand fast bough,
Every little twig bears an apple big,
Every little bough bears an apple now.
Hatful, capful, pocketful, lapful,
Holla, boys, holla, hip hip hurrah!