I had a little hobby horse, it was well shod,

I had a little hobby horse, it was well shod,
It carried me to London, niddety nod,
And when we got to London we heard a great shout,
Down fell my hobby horse and I cried out:
Up again, hobby horse, if thou be a beast,
When we get to our town we will have a feast,
And if there be but little, why thou shalt have some,
And dance to the bag-pipes and beating of the drum.