Little Tommy Tucker
Sings for his supper
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter
He is just nine years old
In darkness he lies
Under the black sky
See the trees in bloom
See the trees in bloom
See the snow fall down
Go take a ribbon blue
Go tie it round the tower
And round the family jewels
Bind weeds and daisy chains
None shall be married
None shall be married
None shall be married
And now they are all men
Complete and fully grown
Go buy a piece of linen
And make yourself a shroud
To mourn those hands
To mourn those hands
You'll never know
Bind weeds and daisy chains
None shall be married