Hop along, Peter, where you going?
Hop along, Peter, where you going?
Hop along, Peter, won't you bear in mind
I ain 't comin' back till the gooseberry time.
Old Uncle Peter, he got tight,
Started up to heaven on a stormy night.
The road being rough and him not well,
He lost his way and he went... to...
Old mother Hubbard and her dog were Dutch,
She had a bow-legged rooster and a crutch.
The hen chewed tobacco and the rooster drank wine;
The goose played the fiddle on the pumpkin vine.
Down in the barnyard playing seven-up,
The old tom cat and the little yellow pup,
The old mother Hubbard, she's a-pickin' out the fleas,
Rooster in the cream jar up to his knees.
I've got a sweet gal in this here town,
If she weighs an ounce she weighs four hundred pounds,
Every time my gal turns once round,
The heel of her shoe makes a hole in the ground.
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023