Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.
Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.