A Song About Myself

Lyrics

There was a naughty boy A naughty boy was he He would not stop at home He could not quiet be- He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a shirt With some towels A slight cap For night cap A hair brush Comb ditto New stockings For old ones Would split O! This knapsack Tight at's back He rivetted close And followed his nose To the north To the north And follow'd his nose To the north There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he For nothing would he do But scribble poetry- He took An ink stand In his hand And a pen Big as ten In the other And away In a pother He ran To the mountains And fountains And ghostes And postes And witches And ditches And wrotе In his coat When the weathеr Was cool Fear of gout And without When the weather Was warm- Och the charm When we choose To follow one's nose To the north To the north To follow one's nose To the north! There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he He kept little fishes In washing tubs three In spite Of the might Of the maid Nor afraid Of his Granny-good- He often would Hurly burly Get up early And go By hook or crook To the brook And bring home Miller's thumb Tittlebat Not over fat Minnows small As the stall Of a glove Not above The size Of a nice Little baby's Little fingers- O he made 'Twas his trade Of fish a pretty kettle A kettle- A kettle Of fish a pretty kettle A kettle! There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he He ran away to Scotland The people for to see- There he found That the ground Was as hard That a yard Was as long That a song Was as merry That a cherry Was as red That lead Was as weighty That fourscore Was as eighty That a door Was as wooden As in England- So he stood in his shoes And he wonder'd He wonder'd He stood in his Shoes and he wonder'd