des trois la prend par sa main blanche Le plus jeune des trois la prend par sa main blanche Montez montez princesse dessus mon cheval gris A Paris j'vous mene dans
and the first to crawl The first to walk and the first to fall Every bruise is kissed, every cry is heard Every doubt's cast out with a soothing word '
me on the fly But once I came crashing down Now I'm a weaver Wall hangings if you please In everyone I feature A dancer with bruised knees Doop, do
No scheme and no direction with only one way to turn pack up all your children come home to our love and concern Kitty come home No being however mighty
But now though I have a biscuit And I have a sweater to wear To keep me from the cold My mammy, she is crying 'Cause my daddy, he is lying With no biscuit