As I was going adown the dale Sing derry down dale, and derry down dale, As I was going adown the dale, Adown the dale of a Monday, With never a thought of the Devil his tricks, Why who should I meet with his bundle of sticks, But the very old man of the Nursery tale. Sing derry down dale, and derry down dale, The wicked old man of the Nursery tale Who gathered his sticks of a Sunday. Sing derry down, derry down dale. “My nephew Edward is most undoubtedly and indisputably a prig—a damned prig,” he added thoughtfully after a moment’s pause for reflection. As he reflected his black eyes danced from David’s face to a crayon drawing which hung on the panelled wall above the mantelpiece.…
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