My Little Drummer

I went a-walking in the early morning

City rain a-falling, seagulls a-calling

Cold, didn't heed it, gold, I didn't need it

Came home with a baby, called him little Jamie

Soon the moon was rising, wouldn't stop his crying

Pitter patter raining, neighbours complaining

Milk, wouldn't fill him, silks, I couldn't give him

Just a song to jig him, just a little rhythm

Soon the night was ringing, mockingbirds were singing

Looking glasses breaking, neighbours awaking

Bull carts a-pulling, billy goats unwilling

Mockingbirds lamenting, diamonds a-glinting

Little dogs called Rover, horses falling over

Never, ever stopping, such a lot of shopping

Whose beet is merry, sweeter than the cherry?

Sharper than the apple, always the devil

Wings of the morning, beating like a starling

Wakes a sorely yawning little drummer darling

I went a-walking on a winter's morning

Came home with the summer, my little drummer