Full Lyrics
Jack Horner was a pretty lad,
Near London he did dwell;
His father's heart he made full glad,
His mother loved him well;
While little Jack was sweet and young,
If he should chance to cry
His mother pretty sonnets sung,
With lullababy, by.
A pretty lad, a curious wit,
All people spoke in his praise,
And in the corner he would sit,
On Christmas holidays,
and said, Jack Horner, in the corner,
eats good Christmas pie,
And with his thumbs pulls out the plums,
Crying "What a good boy was I."
Adapted from the Nursery Rhyme
