Little Tommy Tucker   Sings for his supper   What shall he eat?   White bread and butter      He is just nine years old   In darkness he lies   Under the black sky   See the trees in bloom   See the trees in bloom   See the snow fall down      Go take a ribbon blue   Go tie it round the tower   And round the family jewels    Bind weeds and daisy chains   None shall be married   None shall be married   None shall be married      And now they are all men   Complete and fully grown   Go buy a piece of linen   And make yourself a shroud   To mourn those hands   To mourn those hands   You’ll never know      Bind weeds and daisy chains   None shall be married