My lady wind, my lady wind, went round about the house
to find a chink to get her foot in, her foot in.
She tried the keyhole in the door,
She tried the crevice in the floor,
and drove the chimney soot in, the soot in.

And then one night, when it was dark, she blew up such a tiny spark,
That all the house was pothered, was pothered:
From it she raised up such a flame, as flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered, were smothered.
And thus when once, my little dears, a whisper reaches itching ears,
The same will come, you'll find, you'll find; Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
Remember what old Nurse has sung, of busy lady wind, lady wind.



songs and engravings | about the artists | listen | order/contact us | home

© 2001 MPE, Inc - All Rights Reserved (www.nursery-songs.com)