One little， two little， three little Indians
Four little， five little， six little Indians
Seven little， eight little， nine little Indians
Ten little Indian boys.
Ten little， nine little， eight little Indians
Seven little， six little， five little Indians
Four little， three little， two little Indians
One little Indian boy.
He floats through the air with the greatest of ease.
The daring young man on the flying trapeze.
His actions are graceful，all girls he does please.
And my love he has stolen away.
The dusky night rides down the sky
And ushers in the mom.
The hounds all join in glorious cry.
The hounds all join in glorious cry.
The huntsman winds his hom.
The huntsman winds his hom.
A-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go.
We’ll catch a fox, put him in a box, and then we’ll let him go.
The clever fox escapes at last.
The hounds can’t stop his flight.
Then hungry homeward we return.
Then hungry homeward we return.
To feast away the night.
To feast away the night.
