Har-ry and Tom, the o-ther day, Went out in-to the yard to play; Their great de-light, in wea-ther bright, Is blow-ing bub-bles with pipes of clay.

That's too badI mean that's two bub-boke bradwhistle twice for the crossingI meanAw, hell, I know whu-what I mean if-fif you don't.