The Riddle Song
There were many versions of this ballad from as long ago and as far away as 13th century England. It came across the ocean to the New World and then across the Oregon Trail where it was a favorite with the earliest settlers in Oregon Territory.
I gave my love a cherry that has no stone,
I gave my love a chicken that has no bone,
I gave my love a ring that has no end,
I gave my love a baby with no cryin’.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no cryin’.
A cherry when it’s blooming, it has no stone,
A chicken when it’s cookin’, it has no bone.
A ring when it is rolling, it has no end,
A baby when it’s sleeping, has no cryin’.
There were many versions of this ballad from as long ago and as far away as 13th century England. It came across the ocean to the New World and then across the Oregon Trail where it was a favorite with the earliest settlers in Oregon Territory.
I gave my love a cherry that has no stone,
I gave my love a chicken that has no bone,
I gave my love a ring that has no end,
I gave my love a baby with no cryin’.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no cryin’.
A cherry when it’s blooming, it has no stone,
A chicken when it’s cookin’, it has no bone.
A ring when it is rolling, it has no end,
A baby when it’s sleeping, has no cryin’.