I have but one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot.

Here is the morn appearing. When shall we go to the forest, Charlot asked Charlotte.

Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot.

And these two poor little wolves were as tipsy as sparrows from having drunk dew and thyme very early in the morning.

Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot.