文本歌词

Simple simon met a pieman
Going to the fair
Says simple simon to the pieman
Let me taste your ware
Said the pieman to simple simon
Show me first your penny
Said simple simon to the pieman
Sir I have not any
Simple simon went a fishing
For to catch a whale
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail
Simple simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle
He pricked his fingers very much
Which made poor simon whistle