It rained it poured it rained so hard

It rained so hard all day

Then all the boys in our school

Came out to toss and play

They tossed a ball again so high

Then again so low

They tossed it into a flower garden

Where no one was allowed to go

Up stepped a gypsy lady

All dressed in yellow and green

Come in come in my pretty little boy

And get your ball again

I won't come in I shan't come in

Without my playmates all

I'll go to my father and tell him about it

That'll cause tears to fall

She first showed him an apple seed

Then again gold rings

Then she showed him a diamond

That enticed him in

She took him by his lily-white hand

She led him through the hall

She put him in an upper room

Where no-one could hear him call

Oh take these finger rings off of my fingers

Smoke them with your breath

If any of my friends should call for me

Tell them that I'm at rest

Bury the bible at my head

A testament at my feet

If my dear mother should call for me

Tell her that I'm asleep

Bury the bible at my feet

A testament at my head

If my dear father should call for me

Tell him that I am dead