The Queen of Hearts.
The queen of heartsShe made some tarts,All on a summer’s day;The knave of heartsHe stole those tarts,And with them ran away.The king of heartsCalled for those tarts,And beat the knave full sore;The knave of heartsBrought back those tarts,And said he’d ne’er steal more.
The queen of heartsShe made some tarts,All on a summer’s day;The knave of heartsHe stole those tarts,And with them ran away.The king of heartsCalled for those tarts,And beat the knave full sore;The knave of heartsBrought back those tarts,And said he’d ne’er steal more.
The queen of heartsShe made some tarts,All on a summer’s day;The knave of heartsHe stole those tarts,And with them ran away.
The queen of hearts
She made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day;
The knave of hearts
He stole those tarts,
And with them ran away.
The king of heartsCalled for those tarts,And beat the knave full sore;The knave of heartsBrought back those tarts,And said he’d ne’er steal more.
The king of hearts
Called for those tarts,
And beat the knave full sore;
The knave of hearts
Brought back those tarts,
And said he’d ne’er steal more.