To Market, To Market

To market to market, went my brother Jim,
When somebody threw a tomato at him.
Now tomatoes are soft, and they don't bruise the skin,
But this one killed Jim, it was wrapped in a tin.

Chorus
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

Now Mary the milkmaid was milking the cow,
The trouble with Mary, she didn't know how.
Along came the farmer and gave her the sack,
So she turned the cow over and poured the milk back.

I called on my girlfriend, her name was Miss Brown,
She was having a bath and she couldn't come down,
I said, "Slip on something, you'd better be quick."
She slipped on the soap, and by gad she was quick.

I looked out my window too early one morn,
And there was a tramp, he was chompin' the lawn.
I said, "My young man, if you feel like a snack,
The grass is much longer around at the back."