Merchants of London

Hey diddle dinkety, poppety, pet.

The merchants of London they wear scarlet;
Silk in the collar, and gold in hem,
So merrily march the merchantmen.

The Owl in the Oak

THERE was an owl lived in an oak,
Whiskey, whaskey, weedle;
And all the words he ever spoke
Were fiddle, faddle, feedle.

A sportsman chanced to come that way,
Whiskey, whaskey, weedle;
Says he, “I’ll shoot you, silly bird,
So fiddle, faddle, feedle!”