It rained, it poured
It rained so hard
Rained so hard all day
'Til all the boys in our school
They came out to talk and play
And they tossed the ball
Again so high
Then again so low
'Til it fell into a flower garden
Where no one's allowed to go
When a tipsy Gypsy lady
Oh, dressed in yellow and green
Says, "Come here, come here
My pretty little boy
And get your ball again"
No, I won't come in
I shan't come in
Without my playmates all
I'm gonna get my father and tell him all about it
And then the tears shall fall
Well, first she offered an apple sweet
And then a tangerine
Then she offered him a diamond
That seemed to do the trick that enticed him in
Well, she took him by the lily-white hand
And then she led him through the hall
She took him to an upper room
Where no one could hear him call
No, not a soul
Bury the Bible at my feet
The Testament at my head
If my dear father should call for me
Won't you tell him that I am dead?
Bury the Bible at my head
And the Testament at my feet
If my dear mother should call for me
Won't you tell her that I'm asleep?
