Dish porridge hot Dish porridge cold Dish porridge in a pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in a pot Nine days old My mother says I must not Play with the gypsy In the wood For if I do she will say What a naughty boy You disobey Where have you been All these years Down in the valley Picking up shingles Washing dishes The old man says to Wash em Wash em wash em skip a rope