Little Jumping Joan
Here am I, little jumping Joan,
When nobody’s with me I’m always alone.
Oh! Dear, What Can the Matter Be?
Oh! dear, what can the matter be?
Oh! dear, what can the matter be?
Oh! dear, what can the matter be?
Johnny’s so long at the fair.
He promised to bring me a basket of posies,
A garland of lilies, a garland of roses.
He promised to bring me a bunch of blue ribbons
To tie up my bonny brown hair.
Oh! dear, what can the matter be?
Oh! dear, what can the matter be?
Oh! dear, what can the matter be?
Johnny’s so long at the fair.