All around the cobbler’s bench,
The monkey chased the weasel
The priest, he kiss’d the cobbler’s wife;
Pop went the weasel.
A penny for a ball of thread,
A penny for a needle,
That’s the way the money goes;
Pop goes the weasel.
All around, &c.
My wife, she is awful sick,
The baby’s got the measles,
Sally’s got the hooping-cough;
Pop goes the weasel.
All around, &c.
Johnny Bull, he makes his brag,
He can whip the whole creation,
Why don’t he take Sebastopol,
By Pop goes the weasel.
All around, &c.
Mayor Wood has put the rumsellers through,
The Maine Law’s a sad evil,
We cannot get our toddy now;
Pop goes the weasel.
All around, &c.