English poem
Billy Gill'S Good Fortune
by Mrs. Turner (1775–1846)
"Come, let us play," Said Tommy Gay; "Well then, what at?" Said Simon Pratt; "At trap and ball," Said Neddy Hall; "Well, so we will," Said Billy Gill.
"What a hot day!" Said Tommy Gay; "Then let us chat," Said Simon Pratt; "On yonder hill," Said Billy Gill. "Ay, one and all," Said Neddy Hall.
"For cakes I'll pay," Said Tommy Gay; "I'm one for that," Said Simon Pratt; "I'll bring them all," Said Neddy Hall; "And I'll sit still," Said Billy Gill.
"Come with me, pray," Said Tommy Gay; "Trust me for that," Said Simon Pratt; They ate them all, Gay, Pratt, and Hall; And all were ill But Billy Gill.