The man in the moon|
Came tumbling down,
And asked his way to Norwich:
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth
With supping cold pease porridge.
The man in the moon drinks claret,|
But he is a dull jack-a-dandy;
Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot,
He should learn to drink cider and brandy.
The Man in the Moon was caught in a trap|
For stealing the thorns from another man's gap.
If he had gone by, and let the thorns lie,
He'd never been Man in the Moon so high.
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