Merry eye
J. Jeffreys
On the day ere I was born
Underneath the ragged thorn
Three old women hobbled by.
One, she had an empty sack,
One, she had a humpy back,
One, she had a merry eye.
So the day that I was born
Underneath the ragged thorn,
As I lay upon the sack
With my little humpy back,
I was christened Merry Eye.