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 ones 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 wont come in and I say ain't coming

Without my playmates all

Im 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 Im asleep