47 Rosy, My Posy

Rosy, my posy, you're sleepy and dozy,
Come sit upon Grand-mother's knee.
Songs I will sing you,
Sweet to bring you,
Come cuddle-up cozy with me.


I will sing ditties of birds and of kittes,
The song of the well to begin, 
How young Johnny Stout
Pulled Pussy Cat out
When Johnny Green let her fall in.


Of timid Miss Muffet
Who fled from the tuffet,
Of birdie that sings on the tree,
Of Jack and his Jill,
And the mouse in the mill,
And Bobby who sailed on the sea.


Rosy, my posy,
You're sleepy and dozy, 
Come sit upon Grand-mother's knee
To cuddle up cozy, 
My sweet little Rosy,
And hush-a-bye babey with me.