Tom tom the piper’s son

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son
Stole a pie, and away did run
The pie was eat And Tom was beat
And Tom went howling Down the street

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son
He learnt to play when he was young
And all the tune that he could play
Was ‘over the hills and far away

Over the hills and a great way off
The wind shall blow my top-knot off
Tom with his pipe made such a noise
That he pleased both the girls and boys

They all stopped to hear him play
Over the hills and far away

Tom with his pipe did play with such skill
That those who heard him could never keep still

As soon as he played they began for to dance
Even the pigs on their hind legs would prance
As Dolly was milking her cow one day
Tom took his pipe and began to play

So Dolly and the cow danced ‘The Cheshire Round
Till the pail was broken and the milk ran on the ground

He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs
He used his pipe and she used her legs
She danced about till the eggs were all broke
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke

Tom saw a cross fellow was beating an ass
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass
He took out his pipe and he played them a tune
And the poor donkey’s load was lightened full soon