[Illustration: Music:
Tom, Tom, was a pi per's son,
He learn'd to play when he was young;
But the only tune that he could play,
Was "Over the hills and far away."
Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys;
They'd dance and skip while he did play,
"Over the hills and far away."]
[Illustration: Music:
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could never keep still;
As soon as he play'd they began for to dance,
Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.
He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of Eggs--
He used his pipe and she used her legs;
She danc'd about till her eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laugh'd at the joke.