I had an old stocking, I filled it with lead, I knocked an old lady, Right over the head. A policeman came up to me, And asked me my name, I gave him the answer, With a bicycle chain. The judge said to me, "Boy, wipe up those tears," .......................... .......................... My mother fainted, My daddy dropped dead, My little brother, Shot the judge in the head. Blood on the ceiling, Blood on the floor, Blood on the window, And blood on the door. Hampstead 1984 Printed versions cf. Ritchie, SS, p. 47; cf. Shaw, 1970, p. 53. Other printed versions Turner, pp. 100-101.
Pg 430, Games, Rhymes, and Wordplay of London Children, by N. G. N. Kelsey, ?Janet E. Alton, and ?J. D. A. Widdowson. 2019. See here: https://www.google.com/books/edition/Games_Rhymes_and_Wordplay_of_London_Chil/3HSKDwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=%22I%20had%20an%20old%20stocking%22&pg=PA430&printsec=frontcover
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