Lyrics:

Theophilus Thistler, the thistle sifter
In sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles,
Thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb.
Three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb.

Dividing and gliding and sliding, and falling and brawling and sprawling, and driving and riving
And striving.

Urgh!

Theophilus Thistler, the thistle sifter
In sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles,
Thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb.
Three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb.

Robert Roley rolled a round roll round
And if Robert Roley rolled a round roll round
Where is the round roll Robert Roley rolled round

Hardly had his hale highness heard the easy hedgehog, when he hit the humming-bee by the
Hunter, who had horrible beetles in the human hall. I love to hear the horses hard iron hooves, go
Hammer, hammer hammer, hammer hammer, on the easy highway. I hit my horse hard and hurried
Him out to hunt up hogs