Four-and-Twenty Tailors.
Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man among them durst not touch her tail;She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow—Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now.
Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man among them durst not touch her tail;She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow—Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now.
Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man among them durst not touch her tail;She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow—Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now.
Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail,
The best man among them durst not touch her tail;
She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow—
Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now.