Hark! hark! the dogs bark,

The beggars are coming to town;

Some in rags and some in tags,

And some in a silken gown.

Some gave them white bread,

And some gave them brown,

And some gave them a good horse-whip,

And sent them out of the town.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,

Eating a Christmas pie;

He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,

And said, oh! what a good boy am I.