Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - When I Was A Little Boy lyrics

When I was a little boy to London I did go, But now I've turned a roguish blade, my courage it will show. My feet was on the table, my head was hanging down, And I jumped over Kingston Hill and never touched the ground, My tooral laddy whack fol laddy tooral looral ling. Oh, I bought myself a little bull about three inches high; People all admired me, all for to hear him cry. People all admired me, he made such an awful sound, That he made the steeple of St Paul's Church come a-tumbling to the ground, My tooral laddy whack fol laddy tooral looral ling. Oh, I bought myself a flock of sheep and most of them were wethers; Sometimes they brought me wool, sometimes they brought me feathers. They were as fine a flock, sir, as anyone could possess, For every month or six weeks they brought me six lamb apiece, With my tooral laddy whack fol laddy tooral looral ling. Oh, I bought myself a little hen, and of her I took great care; I set her on a mussel shell, she hatched me out a hare. The hare grew to a milk-white steed about eighteen yard high, And if anybody tell you a bigger story, I'll tell you it's a lie, With my tooral laddy whack fol laddy tooral looral ling. And I bought myself a little box about three acres square; Stowed it in my breeches' pocket, guineas they were there. People all admired me, thanked me for what I'd done, And they gave me a portion of silver and gold about ten thousand ton, My tooral laddy whack fol laddy tooral looral ling.