The Rat-Catcher’s Daughter
In Westminster, not long ago,
There lived a rat-catcher’s daughter-
She was not born in Westminster,
But on t’other side of the water.
Her father kill’d rats, and she sold sprats;
All round and over the water,
And the gentlefolks they all bought sprats
Of the pretty rat-catcher’s daughter.
Of the pretty, &c.
