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194 :A ha, but I won't have him! I made him some toast, and he ate like a ghost,
 * And his old gray noddle, his old gray noddle
 * His old gray noddle kept shaking.

My mother she told me to make him some cake,
 * A ha, but I won't have him!

I made him some cake, and it made his tooth ache,
 * And his old gray noddle, his old gray noddle.
 * His old gray noddle kept shaking.

My mother she told me to take him to church,
 * A ha, but I won't have him.

I took him to church, and he fell off his perch,
 * And his old gray noddle, his old gray noddle.
 * His old gray noddle kept shaking.

My mother she told me to take him to bed,
 * A ha, but I won't have him.

I took him to bed, next morn he was dead.
 * And his old gray noddle, his old gray noddle,
 * His old gray noddle stopt shaking.

In the performance, each of the players had one or more songs; but most of them were music-hall ditties or the like. The above is clearly an old folk-song, and a good one too; so I give it along with its air.