paroles de chanson When I Was a Little Boy - Dave Swarbrick , Martin Carthy
When
I
was
a
little
boy,
to
London
I
did
go
Now
I′ve
turned
a
roguish
blade,
my
courage
it
will
show
Feet
was
on
the
table,
my
head
was
hanging
down
And
I
jumpéd
over
Kingston
Hill
and
never
touched
the
ground
My
toorah,
laddie,
whack
fo-laddie
Toorah,
loorah-ling
Oh,
I
bought
myself
a
little
bull
about
three-inches
high
People
all
admired
me,
all
for
to
hear
him
cry
People
all
admired
me,
he
made
such
an
awful
sound
For
he
made
the
steeple
of
Saint
Paul's
church
come
tumbling
to
the
ground
My
toorah,
laddie,
whack
fo-laddie
Toorah,
loorah-ling
Oh,
I
bought
myself
a
flock
of
sheep
and
most
of
them
were
wethers
Sometimes
they
brought
me
wool,
sometimes
they
brought
me
feathers
They
were
as
fine
a
flock,
sir,
as
anyone
could
possess
For
every
month
or
six-weeks,
they
brought
me
six
lamb
apiece.
With
my
toorah,
laddie,
whack
fo-laddie
Toorah,
loorah-ling
Oh,
I
bought
myself
a
little
hen,
of
her
I
took
great
care
I
set
her
on
a
mussel-shell,
she
hatched
me
out
a
hare
The
hare
grew
to
a
red-white
steed,
about
eighteen-yard
high
And
if
anybody
telling
you
a
bigger
story,
I′ll
tell
you
it's
a
lie
Through
my
toorah,
laddie,
whack
fo-laddie
Toorah,
loorah-ling
And
I
bought
myself
a
little
box,
about
three-acre
square
Stowed
it
in
my
breeches
pocket,
guineas
they
were
there
People
all
admired
me,
thanked
me
for
what
I'd
done
And
they
gave
me
a
portion
of
silver
and
gold
about
ten-thousand
ton
My
toorah,
laddie,
whack
fo-laddie
Toorah,
loorah-ling
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