Four and Twenty Sailors

I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea.
And, oh, but it was laden
With pretty things for thee.

There were sweetmeats in the cabin,
And apples in the hold,
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were all of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors,
That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice,
With chains about their necks.

I saw a ship a-sailing, 
A-sailing on the sea, 
And it was full of pretty things
For baby and for me.