A Song About Myself
I.
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.
II.
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
wrote
In
his
coat
When
the
weather
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!
III.
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!
IV.
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.
