A LYING TALE
II. A LYING TALE
O when I was an infant young,
To London I did go,
Among the French and Spaniards there
My gallantry to show.
And when I came to the Eastern shore,
I let my head hang down,
I tripped along o'er banks and hills
But never touched the ground.
Fal-de-liddle-li-do
Fal-de-liddle-iddle-dee.
So when I reached the Eastern shore,
I met a giant high,
His little feet filled up the street,
His head it touched the sky.
He looked down, and with a frown
He bid me pass his way.
He looked up, and bid me sup
A posset made of whey.
He challenged me to dance and sing,
To whistle or to pipe.
I playéd every instrument
And whipped the giant quite.
