It rained, it poured, rained so hard   Rained so hard all day   Till all the boys in our school   They came out to talk and play      And they tossed the ball   Again so high, then again so low   Till it fell into a flower garden   No one?s allowed to go      When a tipsy gypsy lady   All dressed in yellow and green   Says, ?Come here, come here   My pretty little boy and get your ball again?      ?No, I won?t come in and I say ain't coming   Without my playmates all   I?m gonna get my father and tell him about it   And then the tears shall fall?      Well, first she offered an apple sweet   And then a tangerine   Then she offered him a diamond   That seemed to do the trick   That enticed him in      Well, she took him by his lilly-white hand   And she led him through the hall   She took him to an upper room   Where no one could hear him call   No, not a soul      Bury the Bible at my feet   The testament at my head   If my dear father should call for me   Won't you tell him that I am dead      Bury the Bible at my head   And the testament at my feet   If my dear mother should call for me   Won't you tell her that I?m asleep