Nose,nose,jolly red nose, Who gave thee this jolly red nose ?... Nutmegs and ginger, cinnamon and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red nose.

If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy ?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life`s fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung the bell,
What would you buy ?