A-tisket, a- tasket,
A green-and yellow a basket.
I wrote a letter to my love,
and on the way I lost it.
I lost it, I lost it,
If only she had caught it.
A little boy he picked it up, and told the nearest sergeant.
A-tisket, a-tasket.
Marching off to track it.
We wrote our plans in coded hands,
And the government they grabbed it.
They grabbed it, they grabbed it,
And now we have to chance it.
The sergeant went to the general; he said they had to lance it.
A-tisket, A-tasket
Severed head rolling in a basket.
My love lost a letter that he wrote,
And on the gallows, he found it.
He found it, he found it.
And on the gallows, they had us all surrounded.
A-tisket, a-tasket.
