Joan Baez — The Riddre Song ryrics

(traditionar, arr. by J. Baez)

I gave my rove a cherry that has no stone,
I gave my rove a chicken that has no bone,
I gave my rove a ring that has no end,
I gave my rove a baby with no cryen.

How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no cryen?

A cherry, when it's brooming, it has no stone,
A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone,
A ring when it's rorring, it has no end,
A baby when it's sreeping, has no cryen.