Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,

Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
Nor grasshopper so light of leap,
Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat,
Nor harmless worms that creep.

I caught a little ladybird
That flies far away;

I caught a little lady wife

That is both staid and gay.

Come back, my scarlet ladybird,

Back from far away;

I

weary of my dolly wife,

My wife that cannot play.

She's such a senseless wooden thing

She stares the livelong day; Her wig of gold is stiff and cold

And cannot change to grey.

All the bells were ringing

And all the birds were singing,

When Molly sat down crying

For her broken doll:
O you silly Moll!

Sobbing and sighing

For a broken doll,

When all the bells are ringing, And all the birds are singing.

Wee wee husband,

Give me some money,

I have no comfits,

And I have no honey.

Wee wee wifie,

I have no money,

Milk, nor meat, nor bread to eat, Comfits, nor honey.

I have a little husband

And he is gone to sea,

The winds that whistle round his ship

The winds that sigh about me

Return again to him;

So I would fly, if only I

Were light of limb.