It rained,
it poured, it rained so hard,
Rained so hard all day
And all the boys in our school
Came out to toss and play
They tossed their ball again so high
Then again so low
They tossed into a flower garden
Where no one was allowed to go
Up stepped a beautiful lady
All dressed in yellow and green
Come in, come in, my pretty little boy
And fetch your ball again
I won't come in,
I shan't come in,
without my playmate's song
I'll go to my father and tell him about it,
and that'll cause tears to fall
She first showed him an apple sleeve,
then a giggled ring
Then she showed him a diamond,
and that enticed him in
She took him by his lily -white hand
And led him through the hall
She put him in to an
outermost room
Where no one could hear him call
Oh, take these fingerings
off my fingers
Smoke them with your breath
If any of my friends should call for me,
tell them that I'm at rest.
Tether the Bible at my head,
the Testament at my feet.
If my dear mother should call for me,
tell her that I'm asleep
Tether the Bible at my feet,
the Testament at my head
If my dear father should call for me
Tell him that I am dead