It rained it poured   It rained so hard   Rained so hard all day   Till the boys in our school   Come out to talk and play   They tossed the ball   Again so high   Then again so low   Till it fell into a flower garden   Where’s no one allowed to go   When a tipsy gipsy lady   Dressed in yellow and green   Says come here come here   My pretty little boy   And get your ball again   No I won’t come in   Without my playmates all   I’m gonna get my father and tell him about it   And then the tears shall fall   First she offered an apple sweet   Then a tangerine   Then she offered a diamond   That seemed to do the trick that enticed him in   She took him by the lilly-white hand and let 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   Tell him that I am dead   Bury the bible at my head   The testament at my feet   If my dear mother should call for me   Tell her that I’m asleep