Scott-Yeats
I sing a song of Jack and Jill
Jill had murdered Jack
The moon shone brightly
The moon shone brightly.
Ran up the hill and 'round the hill
And 'round the hill and back
A full moon in March
A full moon in March.
Jack had a hollow heart
For Jill had hung his heart on high
The moon shone brightly
The moon shone brightly.
Had hung his heart beyond the hill
A-twinkle in the sky
A full moon in March
A full moon in March
A full moon in March.