Three men went a-huntingnBut nothing could they findnTill they came across a moldy cheesenAnd that they left behindnnThe Englishman said moldy cheesenThe Scotsman he said naynBedad, says Pat, its your grandpapanAnd his whiskers are blown awaynnThree men went a-huntingnBut nothing could they findnTill they came across a sailing shipnAnd that they left behindnnThe Englishman said sailing shipnThe Scotsman he said naynBedad, says Pat, its a laundry tubnAnd the sheets are blowing awaynnThree men went a-huntingnBut nothing could they findnTill they came across a milestonenAnd that they left behindnnThe Englishman said milestonenThe Scotsman he said naynBedad, says Pat. its a plum pudding treenAnd the currants are blown awaynnThree men went a--huntingnBut nothing could they findnTill they came across a tollgatenAnd that they left behindnnThe Englishman said tollgatenThe Scotsman he said naynBedad. says Pat, its the end of the worldnAnd the others have run away