it poured, it rained so hard,
And all the boys in our school
Came out to toss and play
They tossed their ball again so high
They tossed into a flower garden
Where no one was allowed to go
Up stepped a beautiful lady
All dressed in yellow and green
Come in, come in, my pretty little boy
And fetch your ball again
without my playmate's song
I'll go to my father and tell him about it,
and that'll cause tears to fall
She first showed him an apple sleeve,
Then she showed him a diamond,
She took him by his lily -white hand
And led him through the hall
Where no one could hear him call
Oh, take these fingerings
Smoke them with your breath
If any of my friends should call for me,
tell them that I'm at rest.
Tether the Bible at my head,
the Testament at my feet.
If my dear mother should call for me,
Tether the Bible at my feet,
If my dear father should call for me
