C            Bm              C            D 
Oh, once I had a little dog, his color it was brown, 
      C               Bm          C                 D 
I taught him how to whistle, to sing and dance and run. 
      G        Em      Bm          Bm7      G       G/F#   Em 
His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide, 
   G         Em     Bm    Bm7/E  C               D 
Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride. 
 G    C       D    Em C            D 
Sing tarry-o-day, Sing  Autumn to May. 
 
 
     C            Bm              C             D 
Oh, once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red, 
    C             Bm             C               D 
He leaned upon a silver cane, a top hat on his head. 
      G        Em     Bm    Bm7/E     G      G/F#    Em 
He'd speak of far off places,   of things to see and do, 
    G                 Em          Bm         C             D 
And all the kings and queens he'd met, while sailing in a shoe. 
 G    C       D    Em  C              D 
Sing tarry-o-day, Sing    Autumn to May. 
 
 
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Oh, once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather. 
     C             Bm              C               D      
I'd keep them in a music box from wind and rainy weather. 
    G             Em         Bm 
And every day the sun would shine,  
        G                   Em 
They'd fly all through the town 
    G                  Em     Bm          C            D 
To bring me back some golden rings, and candy by the pound. 
 G     C      D    Em  C              D 
Sing tarry-o-day, Sing     Autumn to May. 
 
 
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Oh, once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail, 
     C           Bm                C                 D      
She sat upon an oyster shell, and hatched me out a snail. 
      G        Em     Bm    Bm7/E       G            Em 
The snail it changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly, 
   G       Em      Bm     Bm7/E       C              D 
And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie. 
G    C       D    Em   C              D 
Sing tarry-o-day, Sing     Autumn to May.