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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Nursery Rhymes of England, by Various
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+Title: The Nursery Rhymes of England
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+Author: Various
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+Illustrator: W. B. Scott
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+Release Date: May 18, 2010 [EBook #32415]
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+  THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND.
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+  THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND:
+
+  Collected by
+
+  JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL.
+
+
+
+
+  THE NURSERY RHYMES
+
+  OF
+
+  ENGLAND.
+
+  BY JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL.
+
+  WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W. B. SCOTT.
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+  LONDON AND NEW YORK: FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.
+
+  1886.
+
+
+  [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  PREFACE
+
+  TO THE
+
+  FIFTH EDITION.
+
+
+The great encouragement which has been given by the public to the
+previous editions of this little work, satisfactorily proves that,
+notwithstanding the extension of serious education to all but the very
+earliest periods of life, there still exists an undying love for the
+popular remnants of the ancient Scandinavian nursery literature.
+The infants and children of the nineteenth century have not, then,
+deserted the rhymes chanted so many ages since by the mothers of the
+North. This is a "great nursery fact"--a proof that there is contained
+in some of these traditional nonsense-rhymes a meaning and a romance,
+possibly intelligible only to very young minds, that exercise an
+influence on the fancy of children. It is obvious there must exist
+something of this kind; for no modern compositions are found to supply
+altogether the place of the ancient doggerel.
+
+The nursery rhyme is the novel and light reading of the infant
+scholar. It occupies, with respect to the A B C, the position of a
+romance which relieves the mind from the cares of a riper age.
+The absurdity and frivolity of a rhyme may naturally be its chief
+attractions to the very young; and there will be something lost from
+the imagination of that child, whose parents insist so much on matters
+of fact, that the "cow" must be made, in compliance with the rules
+of their educational code, to jump "_under_" instead of "_over_ the
+moon;" while of course the little dog must be considered as "barking,"
+not "laughing" at the circumstance.
+
+These, or any such objections,--for it seems there are others of
+about equal weight,--are, it appears to me, more silly than the worst
+nursery rhyme the little readers will meet with in the following
+pages. I am quite willing to leave the question to their decision,
+feeling assured the catering for them has not been in vain, and
+that these cullings from the high-ways and bye-ways--they have been
+collected from nearly every county in England--will be to them real
+flowers, soothing the misery of many an hour of infantine adversity.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+  NURSERY RHYMES.
+
+
+
+
+  CONTENTS.
+
+                                                                  PAGE
+
+  FIRST CLASS--HISTORICAL                                            1
+
+  SECOND CLASS--LITERAL                                             14
+
+  THIRD CLASS--TALES                                                22
+
+  FOURTH CLASS--PROVERBS                                            68
+
+  FIFTH CLASS--SCHOLASTIC                                           76
+
+  SIXTH CLASS--SONGS                                                82
+
+  SEVENTH CLASS--RIDDLES                                           119
+
+  EIGHTH CLASS--CHARMS                                             135
+
+  NINTH CLASS--GAFFERS AND GAMMERS                                 141
+
+  TENTH CLASS--GAMES                                               154
+
+  ELEVENTH CLASS--PARADOXES                                        196
+
+  TWELFTH CLASS--LULLABIES                                         205
+
+  THIRTEENTH CLASS--JINGLES                                        213
+
+  FOURTEENTH CLASS--LOVE AND MATRIMONY                             224
+
+  FIFTEENTH CLASS--NATURAL HISTORY                                 251
+
+  SIXTEENTH CLASS--ACCUMULATIVE STORIES                            282
+
+  SEVENTEENTH CLASS--LOCAL                                         299
+
+  EIGHTEENTH CLASS--RELICS                                         303
+
+  INDEX                                                            317
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FIRST CLASS--HISTORICAL.
+
+
+I.
+
+  Old King Cole
+  Was a merry old soul,
+  And a merry old soul was he;
+  He called for his pipe,
+  And he called for his bowl,
+  And he called for his fiddlers three.
+  Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
+  And a very fine fiddle had he;
+  Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
+  Oh, there's none so rare,
+  As can compare
+  With King Cole and his fiddlers three!
+
+    [The traditional Nursery Rhymes of England commence with a
+    legendary satire on King Cole, who reigned in Britain, as the
+    old chroniclers inform us, in the third century after Christ.
+    According to Robert of Gloucester, he was the father of
+    St. Helena, and if so, Butler must be wrong in ascribing an
+    obscure origin to the celebrated mother of Constantine. King
+    Cole was a brave and popular man in his day, and ascended
+    the throne of Britain on the death of Asclepiod, amidst
+    the acclamations of the people, or, as Robert of Gloucester
+    expresses himself, the "fole was tho of this lond y-paid wel
+    y-nou." At Colchester there is a large earthwork, supposed to
+    have been a Roman amphitheatre, which goes popularly by
+    the name of "King Cole's kitchen." According to Jeffrey of
+    Monmouth, King Cole's daughter was well skilled in music, but
+    we unfortunately have no evidence to show that her father was
+    attached to that science, further than what is contained in
+    the foregoing lines, which are of doubtful antiquity. The
+    following version of the song is of the seventeenth century,
+    the one given above being probably a modernization:--
+
+      Good King Cole,
+      He call'd for his bowl,
+      And he call'd for fidlers three:
+      And there was fiddle fiddle,
+      And twice fiddle fiddle,
+      For 'twas my lady's birth-day;
+      Therefore we keep holiday,
+      And come to be merry.]
+
+
+II.
+
+  When good king Arthur ruled this land,
+    He was a goodly king;
+  He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
+    To make a bag-pudding.
+
+  A bag-pudding the king did make,
+    And stuff'd it well with plums:
+  And in it put great lumps of fat,
+    As big as my two thumbs.
+
+  The king and queen did eat thereof,
+    And noblemen beside;
+  And what they could not eat that night,
+    The queen next morning fried.
+
+
+III.
+
+    [The following song relating to Robin Hood, the celebrated
+    outlaw, is well known at Worksop, in Nottinghamshire, where it
+    constitutes one of the nursery series.]
+
+  Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
+  Is in the mickle wood!
+  Little John, Little John,
+  He to the town is gone.
+
+  Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
+    Is telling his beads,
+  All in the green wood,
+    Among the green weeds.
+
+  Little John, Little John,
+    If he comes no more,
+  Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
+    He will fret full sore!
+
+
+IV.
+
+    [The following lines were obtained in Oxfordshire. The story
+    to which it alludes is related by Matthew Paris.]
+
+  One moonshiny night
+  As I sat high,
+  Waiting for one
+  To come by;
+  The boughs did bend,
+  My heart did ache
+  To see what hole the fox did make.
+
+
+V.
+
+    [The following perhaps refers to Joanna of Castile, who
+    visited the court of Henry the Seventh, in the year 1506.]
+
+  I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
+  But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;
+  The king of Spain's daughter came to visit me,
+  And all was because of my little nut tree.
+  I skipp'd over water, I danced over sea,
+  And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.
+
+
+VI.
+
+    [From a MS. in the old Royal Library, in the British Museum,
+    the exact reference to which is mislaid. It is written, if I
+    recollect rightly, in a hand of the time of Henry VIII, in an
+    older manuscript.]
+
+  We make no spare
+  Of John Hunkes' mare;
+  And now I
+  Think she will die;
+  He thought it good
+  To put her in the wood,
+  To seek where she might ly dry;
+  If the mare should chance to fale,
+  Then the crownes would for her sale.
+
+
+VII.
+
+    [From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 19, written in the time of
+    Charles I.]
+
+  The king of France, and four thousand men,
+  They drew their swords, and put them up again.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+    [In a tract, called 'Pigges Corantoe, or Newes from the
+    North,' 4to Lond. 1642, p. 3, this is called "Old Tarlton's
+    Song." It is perhaps a parody on the popular epigram of "Jack
+    and Jill." I do not know the period of the battle to which it
+    appears to allude, but Tarlton died in the year 1588, so that
+    the rhyme must be earlier.]
+
+  The king of France went up the hill,
+    With twenty thousand men;
+  The king of France came down the hill,
+    And ne'er went up again.
+
+
+IX.
+
+  The king of France, with twenty thousand men,
+  Went up the hill, and then came down again;
+  The king of Spain, with twenty thousand more,
+  Climb'd the same hill the French had climb'd before.
+
+
+X.
+
+    [Another version. The nurse sings the first line, and repeats
+    it, time after time, until the expectant little one asks, what
+    next? Then comes the climax.]
+
+  The king of France, the king of France, with forty thousand men,
+  Oh, they all went up the hill, and so--came back again!
+
+
+XI.
+
+  At the siege of Belle-isle
+  I was there all the while,
+  All the while, all the while,
+  At the siege of Belle-isle.
+
+
+XII.
+
+    [The tune to the following may be found in the 'English
+    Dancing Master,' 1631, p. 37.]
+
+  The rose is red, the grass is green,
+  Serve Queen Bess our noble queen;
+      Kitty the spinner
+      Will sit down to dinner,
+  And eat the leg of a frog;
+      All good people
+      Look over the steeple,
+  And see the cat play with the dog.
+
+
+XIII.
+
+  Good Queen Bess was a glorious dame,
+  When bonny King Jemmy from Scotland came;
+  We'll pepper their bodies,
+  Their peaceable noddies,
+  And give them a crack of the crown!
+
+
+XIV.
+
+    [The word _tory_ has changed greatly in its meaning, as it
+    originated in the reign of Elizabeth, and represented a class
+    of "bog-trotters," who were a compound of the knave and the
+    highwayman. For many interesting particulars see Crofton
+    Croker's 'Researches in the South of Ireland,' 4to, 1824, p.
+    52.]
+
+  Ho! Master Teague, what is your story?
+  I went to the wood and kill'd a _tory_;
+  I went to the wood and kill'd another;
+  Was it the same, or was it his brother?
+
+  I hunted him in, and I hunted him out,
+  Three times through the bog, about and about;
+  When out of a bush I saw his head,
+  So I fired my gun, and I shot him dead.
+
+
+XV.
+
+  Please to remember
+  The fifth of November,
+    Gunpowder treason and plot;
+  I know no reason
+  Why gunpowder treason
+    Should ever be forgot.
+
+
+XVI.
+
+    [Taken from MS. Douce, 357, fol. 124. See Echard's 'History of
+    England,' book iii, chap. 1.]
+
+  See saw, sack-a-day;
+  Monmouth is a pretie boy,
+    Richmond is another,
+  Grafton is my onely joy,
+  And why should I these three destroy,
+    To please a pious brother!
+
+
+XVII.
+
+  Over the water, and over the lee,
+  And over the water to Charley.
+  Charley loves good ale and wine,
+  And Charley loves good brandy,
+  And Charley loves a pretty girl,
+  As sweet as sugar-candy.
+
+  Over the water, and over the sea,
+  And over the water to Charley,
+  I'll have none of your nasty beef,
+  Nor I'll have none of your barley;
+  But I'll have some of your very best flour;
+  To make a white cake for my Charley.
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+    [The following is partly quoted in an old song in a MS. at
+    Oxford, Ashmole, No. 36, fol. 113.]
+
+  As I was going by Charing Cross,
+  I saw a black man upon a black horse;
+  They told me it was King Charles the First;
+  Oh dear! my heart was ready to burst!
+
+
+XIX.
+
+  High diddle ding,
+  Did you hear the bells ring?
+  The parliament soldiers are gone to the king!
+  Some they did laugh, some they did cry,
+  To see the parliament soldiers pass by.
+
+
+XX.
+
+  High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,
+  The parliament soldiers are gone to the king;
+  Some with new beavers, some with new bands,
+  The parliament soldiers are all to be hang'd.
+
+
+XXI.
+
+  Hector Protector was dressed all in green;
+  Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.
+  The Queen did not like him,
+  Nor more did the King:
+  So Hector Protector was sent back again.
+
+
+XXII.
+
+    [The following is a fragment of a song on the subject, which
+    was introduced by Russell in the character of Jerry Sneak.]
+
+  Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+  Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+  They made him a coat
+  Of an old nanny goat,
+    I wonder how they could do so!
+  With a ring a ting tang,
+  And a ring a ting tang,
+    Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+
+
+XXIII.
+
+    [Written on occasion of the marriage of Mary, the daughter of
+    James duke of York, afterwards James II, with the young Prince
+    of Orange. The song from which these lines are taken may be
+    seen in 'The Jacobite Minstrelsy,' 12mo, Glasgow, 1828, p.
+    28.]
+
+  What is the rhyme for _poringer?_
+  The king he had a daughter fair,
+  And gave the Prince of Orange her.
+
+
+XXIV.
+
+    [The following nursery song alludes to William III and George
+    prince of Denmark.]
+
+  William and Mary, George and Anne,
+  Four such children had never a man:
+  They put their father to flight and shame,
+  And call'd their brother a shocking bad name.
+
+
+XXV.
+
+    [A song on King William the Third.]
+
+  As I walk'd by myself,
+  And talked to myself,
+    Myself said unto me,
+  Look to thyself,
+  Take care of thyself,
+    For nobody cares for thee.
+
+  I answer'd myself,
+  And said to myself
+    In the self-same repartee,
+  Look to thyself,
+  Or not look to thyself,
+    The self-same thing will be.
+
+
+XXVI.
+
+    [From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 19, written in the time of
+    Charles I. It appears from MS. Harl. 390, fol. 85, that these
+    verses were written in 1626, against the Duke of Buckingham.]
+
+  There was a monkey climb'd up a tree,
+  When he fell down, then down fell he.
+
+  There was a crow sat on a stone,
+  When he was gone, then there was none.
+
+  There was an old wife did eat an apple,
+  When she had eat two, she had eat a couple.
+
+  There was a horse going to the mill,
+  When he went on, he stood not still.
+
+  There was a butcher cut his thumb,
+  When it did bleed, then blood did come.
+
+  There was a lackey ran a race,
+  When he ran fast, he ran apace.
+
+  There was a cobbler clowting shoon,
+  When they were mended, they were done.
+
+  There was a chandler making candle,
+  When he them strip, he did them handle.
+
+  There was a navy went into Spain,
+  When it return'd it came again.
+
+
+XXVII.
+
+    [The following may possibly allude to King George and the
+    Pretender.]
+
+  Jim and George were two great lords,
+    They fought all in a churn;
+  And when that Jim got George by the nose,
+    Then George began to gern.
+
+
+XXVIII.
+
+      Little General Monk
+      Sat upon a trunk,
+  Eating a crust of bread;
+      There fell a hot coal
+      And burnt in his clothes a hole,
+  Now General Monk is dead.
+      Keep always from the fire:
+      If it catch your attire,
+  You too, like Monk, will be dead.
+
+
+XXIX.
+
+  Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight,
+  When nivver a man was slain;
+  They yatt their meaat, an drank ther drink
+  An sae com merrily heaam agayn.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+SECOND CLASS--LITERAL.
+
+
+XXX.
+
+  One, two, three,
+  I love coffee,
+  And Billy loves tea.
+  How good you be,
+  One, two, three.
+  I love coffee,
+  And Billy loves tea.
+
+
+XXXI.
+
+  A, B, C, tumble down D,
+  The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.
+
+
+XXXII.
+
+    [_Finis._]
+
+  F for fig, J for jig,
+    And N for knuckle bones,
+  I for John the waterman,
+    And S for sack of stones.
+
+
+XXXIII.
+
+    1, 2, 3, 4, 5!
+  I caught a hare alive;
+    6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
+  I let her go again.
+
+
+XXXIV.
+
+  Great A, little a,
+    Bouncing B!
+  The cat's in the cupboard,
+    And she can't see.
+
+
+XXXV.
+
+  One's none;
+  Two's some;
+  Three's a many;
+  Four's a penny;
+  Five is a little hundred.
+
+
+XXXVI.
+
+  A, B, C, and D,
+  Pray, playmates, agree,
+  E, F, and G,
+  Well so it shall be.
+  J, K, and L,
+  In peace we will dwell
+  M, N, and O,
+  To play let us go.
+  P, Q, R, and S,
+  Love may we possess,
+  W, X, and Y,
+  Will not quarrel or die.
+  Z, and amperse-and,
+  Go to school at command.
+
+
+XXXVII.
+
+  Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,
+  Alabone Crackabone 10 and 11,
+  Spin span muskidan;
+  Twiddle 'um twaddle 'um, 21.
+
+
+XXXVIII.
+
+  Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,
+  All begins with an A.
+
+
+XXXIX.
+
+  Miss one, two, and three could never agree,
+  While they gossiped round a tea-caddy.
+
+
+XL.
+
+  One, two,
+  Buckle my shoe;
+  Three, four,
+  Shut the door;
+  Five, six,
+  Pick up sticks;
+  Seven, eight,
+  Lay them straight;
+  Nine, ten,
+  A good fat hen;
+  Eleven, twelve,
+  Who will delve?
+  Thirteen, fourteen,
+  Maids a courting;
+  Fifteen, sixteen,
+  Maids a kissing;
+  Seventeen, eighteen,
+  Maids a waiting;
+  Nineteen, twenty,
+  My stomach's empty.
+
+
+XLI.
+
+  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+  So I will, master, as fast as I can:
+  Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+  Put in the oven for Tommy and me.
+
+
+XLII.
+
+    [Tom Thumb's Alphabet.]
+
+  A was an archer, and shot at a frog,
+  B was a butcher, and had a great dog.
+  C was a captain, all covered with lace,
+  D was a drunkard, and had a red face.
+  E was an esquire, with pride on his brow,
+  F was a farmer, and followed the plough.
+  G was a gamester, who had but ill luck,
+  H was a hunter and hunted a buck.
+  I was an innkeeper, who lov'd to bouse,
+  J was a joiner, and built up a house.
+  K was King William, once governed this land,
+  L was a lady, who had a white hand.
+  M was a miser, and hoarded up gold,
+  N was a nobleman, gallant and bold.
+  O was an oyster wench, and went about town,
+  P was a parson, and wore a black gown.
+  Q was a queen, who was fond of good flip,
+  R was a robber, and wanted a whip.
+  S was a sailor, and spent all he got,
+  T was a tinker, and mended a pot.
+  U was an usurer, a miserable elf,
+  V was a vintner, who drank all himself.
+  W was a watchman, and guarded the door.
+  X was expensive, and so became poor.
+  Y was a youth, that did not love school,
+  Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool.
+
+
+XLIII.
+
+  A was an apple-pie;
+  B bit it;
+  C cut it;
+  D dealt it;
+  E eat it;
+  F fought for it;
+  G got it;
+  H had it;
+  J joined it;
+  K kept it;
+  L longed for it;
+  M mourned for it;
+  N nodded at it;
+  O opened it;
+  P peeped in it;
+  Q quartered it;
+  R ran for it;
+  S stole it;
+  T took it;
+  V viewed it;
+  W wanted it;
+  X, Y, Z, and amperse-and,
+  All wish'd for a piece in hand.
+
+
+XLIV.
+
+  A for the ape, that we saw at the fair;
+  B for a blockhead, who ne'er shall go there;
+  C for a collyflower, white as a curd;
+  D for a duck, a very good bird;
+  E for an egg, good in pudding or pies;
+  F for a farmer, rich, honest, and wise;
+  G for a gentleman, void of all care;
+  H for the hound, that ran down the hare;
+  I for an Indian, sooty and dark;
+  K for the keeper, that look'd to the park;
+  L for a lark, that soar'd in the air;
+  M for a mole, that ne'er could get there;
+  N for Sir Nobody, ever in fault;
+  O for an otter, that ne'er could be caught;
+  P for a pudding, stuck full of plums;
+  Q was for quartering it, see here he comes;
+  R for a rook, that croak'd in the trees;
+  S for a sailor, that plough'd the deep seas;
+  T for a top, that doth prettily spin;
+  V for a virgin of delicate mien;
+  W for wealth, in gold, silver, and pence;
+  X for old Xenophon, noted for sense;
+  Y for a yew, which for ever is green;
+  Z for the zebra, that belongs to the queen.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THIRD CLASS--TALES.
+
+
+XLV.
+
+THE STORY OF CATSKIN.
+
+  There once was a gentleman grand,
+    Who lived at his country seat;
+  He wanted an heir to his land,
+    For he'd nothing but daughters yet.
+
+  His lady's again in the way,
+    So she said to her husband with joy,
+  "I hope some or other fine day,
+    To present you, my dear, with a boy."
+
+  The gentleman answered gruff,
+    "If 't should turn out a maid or a mouse,
+  For of both we have more than enough,
+    She shan't stay to live in my house."
+
+  The lady, at this declaration,
+    Almost fainted away with pain;
+  But what was her sad consternation,
+    When a sweet little girl came again.
+
+  She sent her away to be nurs'd,
+    Without seeing her gruff papa;
+  And when she was old enough,
+    To a school she was packed away.
+
+  Fifteen summers are fled,
+    Now she left good Mrs. Jervis;
+  To see home she was forbid,--
+    She determined to go and seek service.
+
+  Her dresses so grand and so gay,
+    She carefully rolled in a knob;
+  Which she hid in a forest away,
+    And put on a Catskin robe.
+
+  She knock'd at a castle gate,
+    And pray'd for charity;
+  They sent her some meat on a plate,
+    And kept her a scullion to be.
+
+  My lady look'd long in her face,
+    And prais'd her great beauty;
+  I'm sorry I've no better place,
+    And you must our scullion be.
+
+  So Catskin was under the cook,
+    A very sad life she led,
+  For often a ladle she took,
+    And broke poor Catskin's head.
+
+  There is now a grand ball to be,
+    When ladies their beauties show;
+  "Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,
+    How much I should like to go!"
+
+  "You go with your Catskin robe,
+    You dirty impudent slut!
+  Among the fine ladies and lords,
+    A very fine figure you'd cut."
+
+  A basin of water she took,
+    And dash'd in poor Catskin's face;
+  But briskly her ears she shook,
+    And went to her hiding-place.
+
+  She washed every stain from her skin,
+    In some crystal waterfall;
+  Then put on a beautiful dress,
+    And hasted away to the ball.
+
+  When she entered, the ladies were mute,
+    Overcome by her figure and face;
+  But the lord, her young master, at once
+    Fell in love with her beauty and grace;
+
+  He pray'd her his partner to be,
+    She said, "Yes!" with a sweet smiling glance;
+  All night with no other lady
+    But Catskin, our young lord would dance.
+
+  "Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?"
+    For now was the sad parting time;
+  But she no other answer would give,
+    Than this distich of mystical rhyme,--
+
+  [Old English Script:
+  Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,
+  At the sign of the Basin of Water I Dwell.]
+
+  Then she flew from the ball-room, and put
+    On her Catskin robe again;
+  And slipt in unseen by the cook,
+    Who little thought where she had been.
+
+  The young lord, the very next day,
+    To his mother his passion betrayed;
+  He declared he never would rest,
+    Till he'd found out this beautiful maid.
+
+  There's another grand ball to be,
+    Where ladies their beauties show;
+  "Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,
+    How much I should like to go!"
+
+  "You go with your Catskin robe,
+    You dirty impudent slut!
+  Among the fine ladies and lords,
+    A very fine figure you'd cut."
+
+  In a rage the ladle she took,
+    And broke poor Catskin's head;
+  But off she went shaking her ears,
+    And swift to her forest she fled.
+
+  She washed every blood-stain off
+    In some crystal waterfall;
+  Put on a more beautiful dress,
+    And hasted away to the ball.
+
+  My lord, at the ball-room door,
+    Was waiting with pleasure and pain;
+  He longed to see nothing so much
+    As the beautiful Catskin again.
+
+  When he asked her to dance, she again
+    Said "Yes!" with her first smiling glance;
+  And again, all the night, my young lord
+    With none but fair Catskin did dance.
+
+  "Pray tell me," said he, "where you live?"
+    For now 'twas the parting-time;
+  But she no other answer would give,
+    Than this distich of mystical rhyme,--
+
+  [Old English Script:
+  Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,
+  At the sign of the Broken-Ladle I dwell.]
+
+  Then she flew from the ball, and put on
+    Her Catskin robe again;
+  And slipt in unseen by the cook,
+    Who little thought where she had been.
+
+  My lord did again, the next day,
+    Declare to his mother his mind,
+  That he never more happy should be,
+    Unless he his charmer should find.
+
+  Now another grand ball is to be,
+    Where ladies their beauties show;
+  "Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,
+    How much I should like to go!"
+
+  "You go with your Catskin robe,
+    You impudent, dirty slut!
+  Among the fine ladies and lords,
+    A very fine figure you'd cut."
+
+  In a fury she took the skimmer,
+    And broke poor Catskin's head;
+  But heart-whole and lively as ever,
+    Away to her forest she fled.
+
+  She washed the stains of blood
+    In some crystal waterfall;
+  Then put on her most beautiful dress,
+    And hasted away to the ball.
+
+  My lord, at the ball-room door,
+    Was waiting with pleasure and pain;
+  He longed to see nothing so much
+    As the beautiful Catskin again.
+
+  When he asked her to dance, she again
+    Said "Yes!" with her first smiling glance;
+  And all the night long, my young lord
+    With none but fair Catskin would dance.
+
+  "Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?"
+    For now was the parting-time;
+  But she no other answer would give,
+    Than this distich of mystical rhyme,--
+
+  [Old English Script:
+  Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,
+  At the sign of the Broken-Skimmer I dwell.]
+
+  Then she flew from the ball, and threw on
+    Her Catskin cloak again;
+  And slipt in unseen by the cook,
+    Who little thought where she had been.
+
+  But not by my lord unseen,
+    For this time he followed too fast;
+  And, hid in the forest green,
+    Saw the strange things that past.
+
+  Next day he took to his bed,
+    And sent for the doctor to come;
+  And begg'd him no other than Catskin,
+    Might come into his room.
+
+  He told him how dearly he lov'd her,
+    Not to have her his heart would break:
+  Then the doctor kindly promised
+    To the proud old lady to speak.
+
+  There's a struggle of pride and love,
+    For she fear'd her son would die;
+  But pride at the last did yield,
+    And love had the mastery.
+
+  Then my lord got quickly well,
+    When he was his charmer to wed;
+  And Catskin, before a twelvemonth,
+    Of a young lord was brought to bed.
+
+  To a wayfaring woman and child,
+    Lady Catskin one day sent an alms;
+  The nurse did the errand, and carried
+    The sweet little lord in her arms.
+
+  The child gave the alms to the child,
+    This was seen by the old lady-mother;
+  "Only see," said that wicked old woman,
+    "How the beggars' brats take to each other!"
+
+  This throw went to Catskin's heart,
+    She flung herself down on her knees,
+  And pray'd her young master and lord
+    To seek out her parents would please.
+
+  They set out in my lord's own coach;
+    They travelled, but nought befel
+  Till they reach'd the town hard by,
+    Where Catskin's father did dwell.
+
+  They put up at the head inn,
+    Where Catskin was left alone;
+  But my lord went to try if her father
+    His natural child would own.
+
+  When folks are away, in short time
+    What great alterations appear;
+  For the cold touch of death had all chill'd
+    The hearts of her sisters dear.
+
+  Her father repented too late,
+    And the loss of his youngest bemoan'd;
+  In his old and childless state,
+    He his pride and cruelty own'd.
+
+  The old gentleman sat by the fire,
+    And hardly looked up at my lord;
+  He had no hopes of comfort
+    A stranger could afford.
+
+  But my lord drew a chair close by,
+    And said, in a feeling tone,
+  "Have you not, sir, a daughter, I pray,
+    You never would see or own?"
+
+  The old man alarm'd, cried aloud,
+    "A hardened sinner am I!
+  I would give all my worldly goods,
+    To see her before I die."
+
+  Then my lord brought his wife and child
+    To their home and parent's face,
+  Who fell down and thanks returned
+    To God, for his mercy and grace.
+
+  The bells, ringing up in the tower,
+    Are sending a sound to the heart;
+  There's a charm in the old church-bells,
+    Which nothing in life can impart!
+
+
+XLVI.
+
+    [The tale of Simple Simon forms one of the chap-books, but the
+    following verses are those generally sung in the nursery.]
+
+  Simple Simon met a pieman
+    Going to the fair;
+  Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+    "Let me taste your ware."
+
+  Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+    "Show me first your penny."
+  Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+    "Indeed I have not any."
+
+  Simple Simon went a fishing
+    For to catch a whale:
+  All the water he had got
+    Was in his mother's pail.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+XLVII.
+
+  Punch and Judy,
+    Fought for a pie,
+  Punch gave Judy
+    A sad blow on the eye.
+
+
+XLVIII.
+
+  There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
+  He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:
+  He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
+  And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
+
+
+XLIX.
+
+  Solomon Grundy,
+  Born on a Monday,
+  Christened on Tuesday,
+  Married on Wednesday,
+  Took ill on Thursday,
+  Worse on Friday,
+  Died on Saturday,
+  Buried on Sunday:
+  This is the end
+  Of Solomon Grundy.
+
+
+L.
+
+  Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,
+  He eat more meat than fourscore men;
+  He eat a cow, he eat a calf,
+  He eat a butcher and a half;
+  He eat a church, he eat a steeple,
+  He eat the priest and all the people!
+
+      A cow and a calf,
+      An ox and a half,
+      A church and a steeple,
+      And all the good people,
+  And yet he complain'd that his stomach wasn't full.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+LI.
+
+  There was a fat man of Bombay,
+  Who was smoking one sunshiny day,
+  When a bird, called a snipe,
+  Flew away with his pipe,
+  Which vex'd the fat man of Bombay.
+
+
+LII.
+
+        My dear, do you know,
+        How a long time ago,
+          Two poor little children,
+        Whose names I don't know,
+  Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,
+  And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.
+
+        And when it was night,
+        So sad was their plight,
+          The sun it went down,
+        And the moon gave no light!
+  They sobb'd and they sigh'd, and they bitterly cried,
+  And the poor little things, they lay down and died.
+
+        And when they were dead,
+        The Robins so red
+          Brought strawberry leaves,
+        And over them spread;
+          And all the day long,
+          They sung them this song,
+  "Poor babes in the wood! poor babes in the wood!
+  And don't you remember the babes in the wood?"
+
+
+LIII.
+
+  There was a man, and he had naught,
+    And robbers came to rob him;
+  He crept up to the chimney pot,
+    And then they thought they had him.
+
+  But he got down on t'other side,
+    And then they could not find him;
+  He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
+    And never look'd behind him.
+
+
+LIV.
+
+  There was a little man,
+  And he had a little gun,
+  And he went to the brook,
+  And he shot a little rook;
+  And he took it home
+  To his old wife Joan,
+  And told her to make up a fire,
+  While he went back,
+  To fetch the little drake;
+  But when he got there,
+  The drake was fled for fear,
+  And like an old novice,
+  He turn'd back again.
+
+
+LV.
+
+THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.
+
+Once upon a time there was an old sow with three little pigs, and
+as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their
+fortune. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and
+said to him, "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house;"
+which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it. Presently
+came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said,--
+
+"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
+
+To which the pig answered,--
+
+"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."
+
+The wolf then answered to that,--
+
+"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
+
+So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and eat up the
+little pig.
+
+The second little pig met a man with a bundle of furze, and said,
+"Please, man, give me that furze to build a house;" which the man did,
+and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said,--
+
+"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
+
+"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."
+
+"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in."
+
+So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last
+he blew the house down, and he eat up the little pig.
+
+The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said,
+"Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with;" so the man
+gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf
+came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said,--
+
+"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
+
+"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."
+
+"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
+
+Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he
+puffed, and he huffed; but he could _not_ get the house down. When he
+found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the
+house down, he said, "Little pig, I know where there is a nice
+field of turnips." "Where?" said the little pig. "Oh, in Mr. Smith's
+Home-field, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call for
+you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner." "Very well,"
+said the little pig, "I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?"
+"Oh, at six o'clock." Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the
+turnips before the wolf came--(which he did about six)--and who said,
+"Little pig, are you ready?" The little pig said, "Ready! I have been,
+and come back again, and got a nice pot-full for dinner." The wolf
+felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be _up to_ the
+little pig somehow or other, so he said, "Little pig, I know
+where there is a nice apple-tree." "Where?" said the pig. "Down at
+Merry-garden," replied the wolf, "and if you will not deceive me I
+will come for you, at five o'clock to-morrow, and we will go together
+and get some apples." Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning
+at four o'clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back
+before the wolf came; but he had further to go, and had to climb the
+tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf
+coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the
+wolf came up he said, "Little pig, what! are you here before me? Are
+they nice apples?" "Yes, very," said the little pig. "I will throw you
+down one;" and he threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to
+pick it up, the little pig jumped down and ran home. The next day the
+wolf came again, and said to the little pig, "Little pig, there is a
+fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you go?" "Oh yes," said the pig,
+"I will go; what time shall you be ready?" "At three," said the wolf.
+So the little pig went off before the time as usual, and got to the
+fair, and bought a butter-churn, which he was going home with, when he
+saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into
+the churn to hide, and by so doing turned it round, and it rolled down
+the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much, that
+he ran home without going to the fair. He went to the little pig's
+house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing
+which came down the hill past him. Then the little pig said, "Hah, I
+frightened you then. I had been to the fair and bought a butter-churn,
+and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill." Then the
+wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he _would_ eat up the little
+pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him. When the little
+pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made
+up a blazing fire, and, just as the wolf was coming down, took off the
+cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the cover again
+in an instant, boiled him up, and eat him for supper, and lived happy
+ever afterwards.
+
+
+LVI.
+
+  Little Tommy Tittlemouse
+  Lived in a little house;
+  He caught fishes
+  In other men's ditches.
+
+
+LVII.
+
+  Little King Boggen he built a fine hall.
+  Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
+  The windows were made of black-puddings and white,
+  And slated with pancakes--you ne'er saw the like.
+
+
+LVIII.
+
+  The lion and the unicorn
+    Were fighting for the crown;
+  The lion beat the unicorn
+    All round about the town.
+  Some gave them white bread,
+    And some gave them brown;
+  Some gave them plum-cake,
+    And sent them out of town.
+
+
+LIX.
+
+  There was a jolly miller
+  Lived on the river Dee,
+  He look'd upon his pillow,
+  And there he saw a flee.
+  Oh! Mr. Flea,
+  You have been biting me,
+  And you must die:
+    So he crack'd his bones
+    Upon the stones,
+  And there he let him lie.
+
+
+LX.
+
+  Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+  Stole a pig, and away he run!
+  The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
+  And Tom went roaring down the street.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+LXI.
+
+  In Arthur's court Tom Thumb[*] did live,
+    A man of mickle might;
+  The best of all the table round,
+    And eke a doughty knight.
+
+  His stature but an inch in height,
+    Or quarter of a span;
+  Then think you not this little knight
+    Was proved a valiant man?
+
+  His father was a ploughman plain,
+    His mother milk'd the cow,
+  Yet how that they might have a son
+    They knew not what to do:
+
+  Until such time this good old man
+    To learned Merlin goes,
+  And there to him his deep desires
+    In secret manner shows.
+
+  How in his heart he wish'd to have
+    A child, in time to come,
+  To be his heir, though it might be
+    No bigger than his thumb.
+
+  Of which old Merlin thus foretold,
+    That he his wish should have,
+  And so this son of stature small
+    The charmer to him gave.
+
+  No blood nor bones in him should be,
+    In shape, and being such
+  That men should hear him speak, but not
+    His wandering shadow touch.
+
+  But so unseen to go or come,--
+    Whereas it pleas'd him still;
+  Begot and born in half an hour,
+    To fit his father's will.
+
+  And in four minutes grew so fast
+    That he became so tall
+  As was the ploughman's thumb in height,
+    And so they did him call--
+
+  TOM THUMB, the which the fairy queen
+    There gave him to his name,
+  Who, with her train of goblins grim,
+    Unto his christening came.
+
+  Whereas she cloth'd him richly brave,
+    In garments fine and fair,
+  Which lasted him for many years
+    In seemly sort to wear.
+
+  His hat made of an oaken leaf,
+    His shirt a spider's web,
+  Both light and soft for those his limbs
+    That were so smally bred.
+
+  His hose and doublet thistle-down,
+    Together weaved full fine;
+  His stockings of an apple green,
+    Made of the outward rind;
+
+  His garters were two little hairs
+    Pull'd from his mother's eye;
+  His boots and shoes, a mouse's skin,
+    Were tann'd most curiously
+
+  Thus like a lusty gallant, he
+    Adventured forth to go,
+  With other children in the streets,
+    His pretty tricks to show.
+
+  Where he for counters, pins, and points,
+    And cherry-stones did play,
+  Till he amongst those gamesters young
+    Had lost his stock away.
+
+  Yet could he soon renew the same,
+    Whereas most nimbly he
+  Would dive into their cherry-bags,
+    And their partaker be,
+
+  Unseen or felt by any one,
+    Until this scholar shut
+  This nimble youth into a box,
+    Wherein his pins he put.
+
+  Of whom to be reveng'd, he took,
+    In mirth and pleasant game,
+  Black pots and glasses, which he hung
+    Upon a bright sun-beam.
+
+  The other boys to do the like,
+    In pieces broke them quite;
+  For which they were most soundly whipt;
+    Whereat he laughed outright.
+
+  And so Tom Thumb restrained was,
+    From these his sports and play;
+  And by his mother after that,
+    Compell'd at home to stay.
+
+  Until such time his mother went
+    A-milking of her kine;
+  Where Tom unto a thistle fast
+    She linked with a twine.
+
+  A thread that held him to the same,
+    For fear the blustering wind
+  Should blow him hence,--that so she might
+    Her son in safety find.
+
+  But mark the hap! a cow came by,
+    And up the thistle eat;
+  Poor Tom withal, that, as a dock,
+    Was made the red cow's meat.
+
+  Who, being miss'd, his mother went
+    Him calling everywhere;
+  Where art thou, Tom? Where art thou, Tom?
+    Quoth he, here, mother, here!
+
+  Within the red cow's stomach here,
+    Your son is swallowed up:
+  The which into her fearful heart,
+    Most careful dolours put.
+
+  Meanwhile the cow was troubled much,
+    And soon releas'd Tom Thumb;
+  No rest she had till out her mouth,
+    In bad plight he did come.
+
+  Now after this, in sowing time,
+    His father would him have
+  Into the field to drive his plough,
+    And thereupon him gave--
+
+  A whip made of a barley-straw,
+    To drive the cattle on;
+  Where, in a furrow'd land new sown,
+    Poor Tom was lost and gone.
+
+  Now by a raven of great strength,
+    Away he thence was borne,
+  And carried in the carrion's beak,
+    Even like a grain of corn,
+
+  Unto a giant's castle top,
+    In which he let him fall;
+  Where soon the giant swallowed up
+    His body, clothes, and all.
+
+  But soon the giant spat him out,
+    Three miles into the sea;
+  Whereas a fish soon took him up,
+    And bore him thence away.
+
+  Which lusty fish was after caught,
+    And to king Arthur sent;
+  Where Tom was found, and made his dwarf,
+    Whereas his days he spent.
+
+  Long time in lively jollity,
+    Belov'd of all the court;
+  And none like Tom was then esteem'd,
+    Among the noble sort.
+
+  Amongst his deeds of courtship done,
+    His highness did command,
+  That he should dance a galliard brave
+    Upon his queen's left hand.
+
+  The which he did, and for the same
+    The king his signet gave,
+  Which Tom about his middle wore,
+    Long time a girdle brave.
+
+  How, after this, the king would not
+    Abroad for pleasure go
+  But still Tom Thumb must ride with him,
+    Placed on his saddle-bow.
+
+  Whereon a time when, as it rain'd,
+    Tom Thumb most nimbly crept
+  In at a button-hole, where he
+    Within his bosom slept.
+
+  And being near his highness' heart,
+    He crav'd a wealthy boon,
+  A liberal gift, the which the king
+    Commanded to be done.
+
+  For to relieve his father's wants,
+    And mother's, being old;
+  Which was, so much of silver coin
+    As well his arms could hold.
+
+  And so away goes lusty Tom,
+    With threepence on his back,
+  A heavy burthen, which might make
+    His wearied limbs to crack.
+
+  So travelling two days and nights,
+    With labour and great pain,
+  He came into the house whereat
+    His parents did remain;
+
+  Which was but half a mile in space
+    From good king Arthur's court,
+  The which, in eight and forty hours,
+    He went in weary sort.
+
+  But coming to his father's door,
+    He there such entrance had
+  As made his parents both rejoice,
+    And he thereat was glad.
+
+  His mother in her apron took
+    Her gentle son in haste,
+  And by the fire-side, within
+    A walnut-shell him placed;
+
+  Whereas they feasted him three days
+    Upon a hazel-nut,
+  Whereon he rioted so long,
+    He them to charges put;
+
+  And thereupon grew wond'rous sick,
+    Through eating too much meat,
+  Which was sufficient for a month
+    For this great man to eat.
+
+  But now his business call'd him forth
+    King Arthur's court to see,
+  Whereas no longer from the same
+    He could a stranger be.
+
+  But yet a few small April drops
+    Which settled in the way,
+  His long and weary journey forth
+    Did hinder and so stay.
+
+  Until his careful father took
+    A birding trunk in sport,
+  And with one blast, blew this his son
+    Into king Arthur's court.
+
+  Now he with tilts and tournaments
+    Was entertained so,
+  That all the best of Arthur's knights
+    Did him much pleasure show:
+
+  As good Sir Lancelot du Lake,
+    Sir Tristain, and Sir Guy;
+  Yet none compar'd with brave Tom Thumb
+    For knightly chivalry.
+
+  In honour of which noble day,
+    And for his lady's sake,
+  A challenge in king Arthur's court
+    Tom Thumb did bravely make.
+
+  'Gainst whom these noble knights did run,
+    Sir Chinon and the rest,
+  Yet still Tom Thumb, with matchless might,
+    Did bear away the best.
+
+  At last Sir Lancelot du Lake
+    In manly sort came in,
+  And with this stout and hardy knight
+    A battle did begin.
+
+  Which made the courtiers all aghast,
+    For there that valiant man,
+  Through Lancelot's steed, before them all,
+    In nimble manner ran.
+
+  Yea, horse and all, with spear and shield,
+    As hardy he was seen,
+  But only by king Arthur's self
+    And his admired queen;
+
+  Who from her finger took a ring,
+    Through which Tom Thumb made way,
+  Not touching it, in nimble sort,
+    As it was done in play.
+
+  He likewise cleft the smallest hair
+    From his fair lady's head,
+  Not hurting her whose even hand
+    Him lasting honours bred.
+
+  Such were his deeds and noble acts
+    In Arthur's court there shone,
+  As like in all the world beside
+    Was hardly seen or known.
+
+  Now at these sports he toil'd himself,
+    That he a sickness took,
+  Through which all manly exercise
+    He carelessly forsook.
+
+  When lying on his bed sore sick,
+    King Arthur's doctor came,
+  With cunning skill, by physic's art,
+    To ease and cure the same.
+
+  His body being so slender small,
+    This cunning doctor took
+  A fine perspective glass, with which
+    He did in secret look--
+
+  Into his sickened body down,
+    And therein saw that Death
+  Stood ready in his wasted frame
+    To cease his vital breath.
+
+  His arms and legs consum'd as small
+    As was a spider's web,
+  Through which his dying hour grew on,
+    For all his limbs grew dead.
+
+  His face no bigger than an ant's,
+    Which hardly could be seen;
+  The loss of which renowned knight
+    Much grieved the king and queen.
+
+  And so with peace and quietness
+    He left this earth below;
+  And up into the fairy-land
+    His ghost did fading go,
+
+  Whereas the fairy-queen receiv'd,
+    With heavy mourning cheer,
+  The body of this valiant knight,
+    Whom she esteem'd so dear.
+
+  For with her dancing nymphs in green,
+    She fetch'd him from his bed,
+  With music and sweet melody,
+    So soon as life was fled;
+
+  For whom king Arthur and his knights
+    Full forty days did mourn;
+  And, in remembrance of his name,
+    That was so strangely born--
+
+  He built a tomb of marble gray,
+    And year by year did come
+  To celebrate ye mournful death
+    And burial of Tom Thumb.
+
+  Whose fame still lives in England here,
+    Amongst the country sort;
+  Of whom our wives and children small
+    Tell tales of pleasant sport.
+
+    [Footnote *: "I have an old edition of this author by me, the
+    title of which is more sonorous and heroical than those of
+    later date, which, for the better information of the reader,
+    it may not be improper to insert in this place, 'Tom Thumb his
+    Life and Death; wherein is declar'd his many marvellous Acts
+    of Manhood, full of wonder and strange merriment.' Then he
+    adds, 'Which little Knight liv'd in King Arthur's time, in the
+    court of Great Britain.' Indeed, there are so many spurious
+    editions of this piece upon one account or other, that I wou'd
+    advise my readers to be very cautious in their choice."--_A
+    Comment upon the History of T. T._ 1711. A "project for the
+    reprinting of Tom Thumb, with marginal notes and cuts," is
+    mentioned in the old play of _The Projectours_, 1665, p. 41.]
+
+
+LXII.
+
+    [The following lines, slightly altered, occur in a little
+    black-letter book by W. Wagner, printed about the year 1561;
+    entitled, 'A very mery and pythie commedie, called, the longer
+    thou livest, the more foole thou art.' See also a whole
+    song, ending with these lines, in Ritson's 'North Country
+    Chorister,' 8vo, Durham, 1802, p. 1.]
+
+  Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother,
+  They all went over a bridge together:
+  The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,
+  The deuce go with all! quoth Bryan O'Lin.
+
+
+LXIII.
+
+  Old Mother Goose, when
+  She wanted to wander,
+  Would ride through the air
+  On a very fine gander.
+
+  Mother Goose had a house,
+  'Twas built in a wood,
+  Where an owl at the door
+  For sentinel stood.
+
+  This is her son Jack,
+  A plain-looking lad,
+  He is not very good,
+  Nor yet very bad.
+
+  She sent him to market,
+  A live goose he bought,
+  Here, mother, says he,
+  It will not go for nought.
+
+  Jack's goose and her gander,
+  Grew very fond;
+  They'd both eat together,
+  Or swim in one pond.
+
+  Jack found one morning,
+  As I have been told,
+  His goose had laid him
+  An egg of pure gold.
+
+  Jack rode to his mother,
+  The news for to tell,
+  She call'd him a good boy,
+  And said it was well.
+
+  Jack sold his gold egg
+  To a rogue of a Jew,
+  Who cheated him out of
+  The half of his due.
+
+  Then Jack went a courting,
+  A lady so gay,
+  As fair as the lily,
+  And sweet as the May.
+
+  The Jew and the Squire
+  Came behind his back,
+  And began to belabour
+  The sides of poor Jack.
+
+  The old Mother Goose,
+  That instant came in,
+  And turned her son Jack
+  Into fam'd Harlequin.
+
+  She then with her wand,
+  Touch'd the lady so fine,
+  And turn'd her at once
+  Into sweet Columbine.
+
+  The gold egg into the sea
+  Was thrown then,--
+  When Jack jump'd in,
+  And got the egg back again.
+
+  The Jew got the goose,
+  Which he vow'd he would kill,
+  Resolving at once
+  His pockets to fill.
+
+  Jack's mother came in,
+  And caught the goose soon,
+  And mounting its back,
+  Flew up to the moon.
+
+
+LXIV.
+
+    I'll tell you a story
+    About Jack a Nory,--
+  And now my story's begun:
+    I'll tell you another
+    About Jack his brother,--
+  And now my story's done.
+
+
+LXV.
+
+    [The "foles of Gotham" are mentioned as early as the fifteenth
+    century in the 'Townley Mysteries;' and, at the commencement
+    of the sixteenth century, Dr. Andrew Borde made a collection
+    of stories about them, not however, including the following,
+    which rests on the authority of nursery tradition.]
+
+  Three wise men of Gotham
+  Went to sea in a bowl:
+  And if the bowl had been stronger,
+  My song would have been longer.
+
+
+LXVI.
+
+    [The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same
+    piece, are often found separated from each other.]
+
+  Robin and Richard were two pretty men;
+  They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
+  Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky,
+  Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high:
+
+  The bull's in the barn threshing the corn,
+  The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn,
+  The cat's at the fire frying of fish,
+  The dog's in the pantry breading his dish.
+
+
+LXVII.
+
+  My lady Wind, my lady Wind,
+  Went round about the house to find
+    A chink to get her foot in:
+  She tried the key-hole in the door,
+  She tried the crevice in the floor,
+    And drove the chimney soot in.
+
+  And then one night when it was dark,
+  She blew up such a tiny spark,
+    That all the house was pothered:
+  From it she raised up such a flame,
+  As flamed away to Belting Lane,
+    And White Cross folks were smothered.
+
+  And thus when once, my little dears,
+  A whisper reaches itching ears,
+    The same will come, you'll find:
+  Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
+  Remember what old nurse has sung
+    Of busy lady Wind!
+
+
+LXVIII.
+
+  Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,
+    You'll never see him more;
+  He used to wear a long brown coat,
+    That button'd down before.
+
+
+LXIX.
+
+  A dog and a cock,
+  A journey once took,
+    They travell'd along till 'twas late;
+  The dog he made free
+  In the hollow of a tree,
+    And the cock on the boughs of it sate.
+
+  The cock nothing knowing,
+  In the morn fell a crowing,
+    Upon which comes a fox to the tree;
+  Says he, I declare,
+  Your voice is above,
+    All the creatures I ever did see.
+
+  Oh! would you come down
+  I the fav'rite might own,
+    Said the cock, there's a porter below;
+  If you will go in,
+  I promise I'll come down.
+    So he went--and was worried for it too.
+
+
+LXX.
+
+  Little Tom Tittlemouse,
+  Lived in a bell-house;
+  The bell-house broke,
+  And Tom Tittlemouse woke.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+LXXI.
+
+  Tommy kept a chandler's shop,
+  Richard went to buy a mop,
+  Tommy gave him such a knock,
+  That sent him out of his chandler's shop,
+
+
+LXXII.
+
+  When I was a little girl, about seven years old,
+  I hadn't got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold;
+  So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,
+  And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown.
+  I went into the woods and built me a kirk,
+  And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work;
+  The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone,
+  The dove, with her rough bill, brought me them home;
+  The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,
+  The bullfinch play'd the organ, and we made merry work.
+
+
+LXXIII.
+
+  Pemmy was a pretty girl,
+    But Fanny was a better;
+  Pemmy looked like any churl,
+    When little Fanny let her.
+
+  Pemmy had a pretty nose,
+    But Fanny had a better;
+  Pemmy oft would come to blows,
+    But Fanny would not let her.
+
+  Pemmy had a pretty doll,
+    But Fanny had a better;
+  Pemmy chatter'd like a poll,
+    When little Fanny let her.
+
+  Pemmy had a pretty song,
+    But Fanny had a better;
+  Pemmy would sing all day long,
+    But Fanny would not let her.
+
+  Pemmy lov'd a pretty lad,
+    And Fanny lov'd a better;
+  And Pemmy wanted for to wed,
+    But Fanny would not let her.
+
+
+LXXIV.
+
+    [A tale for the 1st of March.]
+
+  Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;
+  Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef:
+  I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home;
+  Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.
+
+  I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;
+  Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin:
+  I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,
+  I took up a poker and flung it at his head.
+
+LXXV.
+
+    [The tale of Jack Horner has long been appropriated to the
+    nursery. The four lines which follow are the traditional ones,
+    and they form part of 'The pleasant History of Jack Horner,
+    containing his witty Tricks and pleasant Pranks, which he
+    plaied from his Youth to his riper Years,' 12mo, a copy of
+    which is in the Bodleian Library, and this extended story
+    is in substance the same with 'The Fryer and the Boy,' 12mo,
+    Lond. 1617, and both of them are taken from the more ancient
+    story of 'Jack and his Step-dame,' which has been printed by
+    Mr. Wright.]
+
+  Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
+    Eating a Christmas pie;
+  He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
+    And said, "What a good boy am I!"
+
+
+LXXVI.
+
+  There was a king and he had three daughter,
+  And they all lived in a basin of water;
+    The basin bended,
+    My story's ended.
+  If the basin had been stronger,
+  My story would have been longer.
+
+
+LXXVII.
+
+    The man in the moon,
+    Came tumbling down,
+  And ask'd his way to Norwich,
+    He went by the south,
+    And burnt his mouth
+  With supping cold pease-porridge.
+
+
+LXXVIII.
+
+  Our saucy boy Dick,
+  Had a nice little stick
+    Cut from a hawthorn tree;
+  And with this pretty stick,
+  He thought he could beat
+    A boy much bigger than he.
+
+  But the boy turned round,
+  And hit him a rebound,
+    Which did so frighten poor Dick,
+  That, without more delay,
+  He ran quite away,
+    And over a hedge he jumped quick.
+
+
+LXXIX.
+
+  Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy,
+  For kicking and for sprawling none her could come nigh;
+  She could trot, she could amble, and could canter here and there,
+  But one night she strayed away--so Moss lost his mare.
+
+  Moss got up next morning to catch her fast asleep,
+  And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep.
+  Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there,
+  So I'll tell you by and bye, how Moss caught his mare.
+
+  Rise! stupid, rise! he thus to her did say;
+  Arise, you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay,
+  For I must ride you to the town, so don't lie sleeping there;
+  He put the halter round her neck--so Moss caught his mare.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FOURTH CLASS--PROVERBS.
+
+
+LXXX.
+
+  St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,
+  For forty days it will remain:
+  St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,
+  For forty days 'twill rain na mair.
+
+
+LXXXI.
+
+  To make your candles last for a',
+  You wives and maids give ear-o!
+  To put 'em out's the only way,
+  Says honest John Boldero.
+
+
+LXXXII.
+
+  If wishes were horses,
+    Beggars would ride;
+  If turnips were watches,
+    I would wear one by my side.
+
+LXXXIII.
+
+    [Hours of sleep.]
+
+  Nature requires five,
+    Custom gives seven!
+  Laziness takes nine,
+    And Wickedness eleven.
+
+
+LXXXIV.
+
+  Three straws on a staff,
+  Would make a baby cry and laugh.
+
+
+LXXXV.
+
+  See a pin and pick it up,
+  All the day you'll have good luck;
+  See a pin and let it lay,
+  Bad luck you'll have all the day!
+
+
+LXXXVI.
+
+  Go to bed first, a golden purse;
+  Go to bed second, a golden pheasant;
+  Go to bed third, a golden bird!
+
+
+LXXXVII.
+
+  When the wind is in the east,
+  'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
+  When the wind is in the north,
+  The skilful fisher goes not forth;
+  When the wind is in the south,
+  It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
+  When the wind is in the west,
+  Then 'tis at the very best.
+
+
+LXXXVIII.
+
+  Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear;
+  Christmas comes but once a year.
+
+
+LXXXIX.
+
+    [One version of the following song, which I believe to be the
+    genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580,
+    between the lines of a fragment of an old charter, originally
+    used for binding the book, in a hand of the end of the
+    seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted
+    for the "ears polite" of modern days.]
+
+  A man of words and not of deeds,
+  Is like a garden full of weeds;
+  And when the weeds begin to grow,
+  It's like a garden full of snow;
+  And when the snow begins to fall,
+  It's like a bird upon the wall;
+  And when the bird away does fly,
+  It's like an eagle in the sky;
+  And when the sky begins to roar,
+  It's like a lion at the door;
+  And when the door begins to crack,
+  It's like a stick across your back;
+  And when your back begins to smart,
+  It's like a penknife in your heart;
+  And when your heart begins to bleed,
+  You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
+
+
+XC.
+
+  A man of words and not of deeds,
+  Is like a garden full of weeds;
+  For when the weeds begin to grow,
+  Then doth the garden overflow.
+
+
+XCI.
+
+  If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
+  Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
+  Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
+  Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
+  Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
+  Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow.
+
+
+XCII.
+
+  A pullet in the pen
+  Is worth a hundred in the fen!
+
+
+XCIII.
+
+  He that would thrive
+  Must rise at five;
+  He that hath thriven
+  May lie till seven;
+  And he that by the plough would thrive,
+  Himself must either hold or drive.
+
+
+XCIV.
+
+    [The following is quoted in Miege's 'Great French Dictionary,'
+    fol. Lond. 1687, 2d part.]
+
+  A swarm of bees in May
+  Is worth a load of hay;
+  A swarm of bees in June
+  Is worth a silver spoon;
+  A swarm of bees in July
+  Is not worth a fly.
+
+
+XCV.
+
+  They that wash on Monday
+    Have all the week to dry;
+  They that wash on Tuesday
+    Are not so much awry;
+  They that wash on Wednesday
+    Are not so much to blame;
+  They that wash on Thursday,
+    Wash for shame;
+  They that wash on Friday,
+    Wash in need;
+  And they that wash on Saturday,
+    Oh! they're sluts indeed.
+
+
+XCVI.
+
+  Needles and pins, needles and pins,
+  When a man marries his trouble begins.
+
+
+XCVII.
+
+    [In Suffolk, children are frequently reminded of the decorum
+    due to the Sabbath by the following lines.]
+
+  Yeow mussent sing a' Sunday,
+    Becaze it is a sin,
+  But yeow may sing a' Monday
+    Till Sunday cums agin.
+
+
+XCVIII.
+
+  A sunshiny shower,
+  Won't last half an hour.
+
+
+XCIX.
+
+  As the days grow longer,
+  The storms grow stronger.
+
+
+C.
+
+  As the days lengthen,
+  So the storms strengthen.
+
+
+CI.
+
+  He that goes to see his wheat in May,
+  Comes weeping away.
+
+
+CII.
+
+  The mackerel's cry,
+  Is never long dry.
+
+
+CIII.
+
+      In July,
+  Some reap rye;
+      In August,
+  If one will not the other must.
+
+
+CIV.
+
+    [Proverbial many years ago, when the guinea in gold was of a
+    higher value than its nominal representative in silver,]
+
+  A guinea it would sink,
+    And a pound it would float;
+  Yet I'd rather have a guinea,
+    Than your one pound note.
+
+
+CV.
+
+  For every evil under the sun,
+  There is a remedy, or there is none.
+  If there be one, try and find it;
+  If there be none, never mind it.
+
+
+CVI.
+
+  The art of good driving 's a paradox quite,
+    Though custom has prov'd it so long;
+  If you go to the left, you're sure to go right,
+    If you go to the right, you go wrong.
+
+
+CVII.
+
+  Friday night's dream
+    On the Saturday told,
+  Is sure to come true,
+    Be it never so old.
+
+
+CVIII.
+
+  When the sand doth feed the clay,
+  England woe and well-a-day!
+  But when the clay doth feed the sand,
+  Then it is well with Angle-land.
+
+
+CIX.
+
+  The fair maid who, the first of May,
+  Goes to the fields at break of day,
+  And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree
+  Will ever after handsome be.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FIFTH CLASS--SCHOLASTIC.
+
+
+CX.
+
+  A diller, a dollar,
+  A ten o'clock scholar,
+  What makes you come so soon?
+  You used to come at ten o'clock,
+  But now you come at noon.
+
+
+CXI.
+
+  Tell tale, tit!
+  Your tongue shall be slit,
+  And all the dogs in the town
+  Shall have a little bit.
+
+
+CXII.
+
+    [The joke or the following consists in saying it so quick that
+    it cannot be told whether it is English or gibberish. It is
+    remarkable that the last two lines are quoted in MS. Sloan. 4,
+    of the fifteenth century, as printed in the 'Reliq. Antiq.,'
+    vol. i, p. 324.]
+
+  In fir tar is,
+  In oak none is.
+  In mud eel is,
+  In clay none is.
+  Goat eat ivy,
+  Mare eat oats.
+
+
+CXIII.
+
+    [The dominical letters attached to the first days of the
+    several months are remembered by the following lines.]
+
+  At Dover Dwells George Brown Esquire,
+  Good Christopher Finch, And David Friar.
+
+    [An ancient and graver example, fulfilling the same purpose,
+    runs as follows.]
+
+  Astra Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos,
+  Gratia Christicolæ Feret Aurea Dona Fideli.
+
+
+CXIV.
+
+  Birch and green holly, boys,
+    Birch and green holly.
+  If you get beaten, boys,
+    'Twill be your own folly.
+
+
+CXV.
+
+  When V and I together meet,
+  They make the number Six compleat.
+  When I with V doth meet once more,
+  Then 'tis they Two can make but Four
+  And when that V from I is gone,
+  Alas! poor I can make but One.
+
+
+CXVI.
+
+  Multiplication is vexation,
+    Division is as bad;
+  The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
+    And Practice drives me mad.
+
+
+CXVII.
+
+    [The following memorial lines are by no means modern. They
+    occur, with slight variations, in an old play, called 'The
+    Returne from Parnassus,' 4to, Lond. 1606; and another version
+    may be seen in Winter's 'Cambridge Almanac' for 1635. See the
+    'Rara Mathematica,' p. 119.]
+
+  Thirty days hath September,
+  April, June, and November;
+  February has twenty-eight alone,
+  All the rest have thirty-one,
+  Excepting leap-year, that's the time
+  When February's days are twenty-nine.
+
+
+CXVIII.
+
+  My story's ended,
+  My spoon is bended:
+  If you don't like it,
+  Go to the next door,
+  And get it mended.
+
+
+CXIX.
+
+    [On arriving at the end of a book, boys have a practice of
+    reciting the following absurd lines, which form the word
+    _finis_ backwards and forwards, by the initials of the
+    words,]--
+
+  Father Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's son--
+  Son Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's Father.
+
+    [To get to father Johnson, therefore, was to reach the end of
+    the book.]
+
+
+CXX.
+
+  The rose is red, the grass is green;
+  And in this book my name is seen.
+
+
+CXXI.
+
+    Cross patch,
+    Draw the latch,
+  Sit by the fire and spin;
+    Take a cup,
+    And drink it up,
+  Then call your neighbours in.
+
+
+CXXII.
+
+  Come when you're called,
+    Do what you're bid,
+  Shut the door after you,
+    Never be chid.
+
+
+CXXIII.
+
+  Speak when you're spoken to,
+    Come when one call;
+  Shut the door after you,
+    And turn to the wall!
+
+
+CXXIV.
+
+  I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable.
+  I hate him because he's Avaricious.
+  He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,
+  And treated me with Apples.
+  His name's Andrew,
+  And he lives at Arlington.
+
+
+CXXV.
+
+    [A laconic reply to a person who indulges much in
+    supposition.]
+
+          If ifs and ands,
+          Were pots and pans,
+  There would be no need for tinkers!
+
+
+CXXVI.
+
+  Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
+    How does your garden grow?
+  With cockle-shells, and silver bells,
+    And mussels all a row.
+
+
+CXXVII.
+
+  Doctor Faustus was a good man,
+  He whipt his scholars now and then;
+  When he whipp'd them he made them dance,
+  Out of Scotland into France,
+  Out of France into Spain,
+  And then he whipp'd them back again!
+
+
+CXXVIII.
+
+    [A Greek bill of fare.]
+
+  LEGOMOTON,
+  Acapon,
+  Alfagheuse,
+  Pasti venison.
+
+
+CXXIX.
+
+  When I was a little boy, I had but little wit
+  It is some time ago, and I've no more yet;
+  Nor ever ever shall, until that I die,
+  For the longer I live, the more fool am I.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+SIXTH CLASS--SONGS.
+
+
+CXXX.
+
+  Oh, where are you going,
+    My pretty maiden fair,
+  With your red rosy cheeks,
+    And your coal-black hair?
+  I'm going a-milking,
+    Kind sir, says she;
+  And it's dabbling in the dew,
+    Where you'll find me.
+
+  May I go with you,
+    My pretty maiden fair, &c.
+  Oh, you may go with me,
+    Kind sir, says she, &c.
+
+  If I should chance to kiss you,
+    My pretty maiden fair, &c.
+  The wind may take it off again,
+    Kind sir, says she, &c.
+
+  And what is your father,
+    My pretty maiden fair, &c.
+  My father is a farmer,
+    Kind sir, says she, &c.
+
+  And what is your mother,
+    My pretty maiden fair, &c.
+  My mother is a dairy-maid,
+    Kind sir, says she, &c.
+
+
+CXXXI.
+
+  Polly put the kettle on,
+  Polly put the kettle on,
+  Polly put the kettle on,
+    And let's drink tea.
+
+  Sukey take it off again,
+  Sukey take it off again,
+  Sukey take it off again,
+    They're all gone away.
+
+
+CXXXII.
+
+    [This is the version generally given in nursery collections,
+    but is somewhat different in the 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,'
+    1719, vol. iv, p. 148.]
+
+  One misty moisty morning
+  When cloudy was the weather,
+  There I met an old man
+  Clothed all in leather;
+  Clothed all in leather,
+  With cap under his chin,--
+  How do you do, and how do you do,
+  And how do you do again!
+
+
+CXXXIII.
+
+  The fox and his wife they had a great strife,
+  They never eat mustard in all their whole life;
+  They eat their meat without fork or knife,
+    And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!
+
+  The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;
+  The stars they were shining, and all things bright;
+  Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night
+    For me to go through the town, e-ho!
+
+  The fox when he came to yonder stile,
+  He lifted his lugs and he listened a while!
+  Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile
+    From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!
+
+  The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
+  Who should he see but the farmer's drake;
+  I love you well for your master's sake,
+    And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!
+
+  The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack,
+  Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;
+  You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
+    From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!
+
+  Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,
+  She opened the casement, and popped out her head;
+  Oh! husband, oh! husband, the gray goose is dead,
+    And the fox is gone through the town, oh!
+
+  Then the old man got up in his red cap,
+  And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;
+  But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,
+    And ran thro' the town, the town, oh!
+
+  When he got to the top of the hill,
+  He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,
+  For joy that he was safe
+    Thro' the town, oh!
+
+  When the fox came back to his den,
+  He had young ones both nine and ten,
+  "You're welcome home, daddy, you may go again,
+  If you bring us such nice meat
+    From the town, oh!"
+
+
+CXXXIV.
+
+  Little Tom Dogget,
+    What dost thou mean,
+  To kill thy poor Colly
+    Now she's so lean?
+  Sing, oh poor Colly,
+    Colly, my cow,
+  For Colly will give me
+    No more milk now.
+
+  I had better have kept her,
+    'Till fatter she had been,
+  For now, I confess,
+    She's a little too lean.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  First in comes the tanner
+    With his sword by his side,
+  And he bids me five shillings
+    For my poor cow's hide.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  Then in comes the tallow-chandler,
+    Whose brains were but shallow,
+  And he bids me two-and-sixpence
+    For my cow's tallow.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  Then in comes the huntsman
+    So early in the morn,
+  He bids me a penny
+    For my cow's horn.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  Then in comes the tripe-woman,
+    So fine and so neat,
+  She bids me three half-pence
+    For my cow's feet.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  Then in comes the butcher,
+    That nimble-tongu'd youth,
+  Who said she was carrion,
+    But he spoke not the truth.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  The skin of my cowly
+    Was softer than silk,
+  And three times a-day
+    My poor cow would give milk.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  She every year
+    A fine calf did me bring,
+  Which fetcht me a pound,
+    For it came in the spring.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  But now I have kill'd her,
+    I can't her recall;
+  I will sell my poor Colly,
+    Hide, horns, and all.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  The butcher shall have her,
+    Though he gives but a pound,
+  And he knows in his heart
+    That my Colly was sound.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.
+
+  And when he has bought her
+    Let him sell all together,
+  The flesh for to eat,
+    And the hide for leather.
+  Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.[*]
+
+    [Footnote *: A different version of the above, commencing,
+    My Billy Aroms, is current in the nurseries of Cornwall. One
+    verse runs as follows:
+
+      In comes the horner,
+        Who roguery scorns,
+      And gives me three farthings
+        For poor cowly's horns.
+
+    This is better than our reading, and it concludes thus:
+
+      There's an end to my cowly,
+        Now she's dead and gone;
+      For the loss of my cowly,
+        I sob and I mourn.]
+
+
+CXXXV.
+
+    [A north-country song.]
+
+  Says t'auld man tit oak tree,
+  Young and lusty was I when I kenn'd thee;
+  I was young and lusty, I was fair and clear,
+  Young and lusty was I mony a lang year;
+  But sair fail'd am I, sair fail'd now,
+  Sair fail'd am I sen I kenn'd thou.
+
+
+CXXXVI.
+
+  You shall have an apple,
+    You shall have a plum,
+  You shall have a rattle-basket,
+    When your dad comes home.
+
+
+CXXXVII.
+
+  Up at Piccadilly oh!
+    The coachman takes his stand,
+  And when he meets a pretty girl,
+    He takes her by the hand;
+      Whip away for ever oh!
+      Drive away so clever oh!
+      All the way to Bristol oh!
+  He drives her four-in-hand.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+CXXXVIII.
+
+    [The first line of this nursery rhyme is quoted in Beaumont
+    and Fletcher's _Bonduca_, Act v, sc. 2. It is probable also
+    that Sir Toby alludes to this song in _Twelfth Night_, Act
+    ii, sc. 2, when he says, "Come on; there is sixpence for you;
+    let's have a song." In _Epulario, or the Italian banquet_,
+    1589, is a receipt "to make pies so that the birds may be
+    alive in them and flie out when it is cut up," a mere device,
+    live birds being introduced after the pie is made. This may be
+    the original subject of the following song.]
+
+  Sing a song of sixpence,
+    A bag full of rye;
+  Four and twenty blackbirds
+    Baked in a pie;
+
+  When the pie was open'd,
+    The birds began to sing;
+  Was not that a dainty dish,
+    To set before the king?
+
+  The king was in his counting-house
+    Counting out his money;
+  The queen was in the parlour
+    Eating bread and honey;
+
+  The maid was in the garden
+    Hanging out the clothes,
+  There came a little blackbird,
+    And snapt off her nose.
+
+  Jenny was so mad,
+    She didn't know what to do;
+  She put her finger in her ear,
+    And crackt it right in two.
+
+
+CXXXIX.
+
+  Lend me thy mare to ride a mile?
+  She is lamed, leaping over a stile.
+  Alack! and I must keep the fair!
+  I'll give thee money for thy mare.
+  Oh, oh! say you so?
+  Money will make the mare to go!
+
+
+CXL.
+
+  About the bush, Willy,
+    About the bee-hive,
+  About the bush, Willy,
+    I'll meet thee alive.
+
+  Then to my ten shillings,
+    Add you but a groat,
+  I'll go to Newcastle,
+    And buy a new coat.
+
+  Five and five shillings,
+    Five and a crown;
+  Five and five shillings,
+    Will buy a new gown.
+
+  Five and five shillings,
+    Five and a groat;
+  Five and five shillings,
+    Will buy a new coat.
+
+
+CXLI.
+
+  A pretty little girl in a round-eared cap
+  I met in the streets t'other day;
+      She gave me such a thump,
+      That my heart it went bump;
+  I thought I should have fainted away!
+  I thought I should have fainted away!
+
+
+CXLII.
+
+  My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
+  He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
+        With my wing wang waddle oh,
+        Jack sing saddle oh,
+        Blowsey boys bubble oh,
+        Under the broom.
+
+  I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow;
+  I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:
+      With my, &c.
+
+  I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
+  I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:
+      With my, &c.
+
+  I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
+  A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:
+      With my, &c.
+
+  I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;
+  He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:
+      With my, &c.
+
+
+CXLIII.
+
+  Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
+    And can't tell where to find them;
+  Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+    And bring their tails behind them.
+
+  Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+    And dreamt she heard them bleating;
+  But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
+    For they still were all fleeting.
+
+  Then up she took her little crook,
+    Determin'd for to find them;
+  She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+    For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.
+
+
+CXLIV.
+
+  Jeanie come tie my,
+  Jeanie come tie my,
+  Jeanie come tie my bonnie cravat;
+  I've tied it behind,
+  I've tied it before,
+  And I've tied it so often, I'll tie it no more.
+
+
+CXLV.
+
+  Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,
+  My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;
+  She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly,
+  For fear the young men should do me some harm.
+    Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
+    What naughty tricks they put upon me:
+
+    They broke my pitcher,
+      And spilt the water,
+    And huff'd my mother,
+      And chid her daughter,
+  And kiss'd my sister instead of me.
+
+
+CXLVI.
+
+    [From 'Histrio-mastix, or, the Player Whipt,' 4to, Lond. 1610.
+    Mr. Rimbault tells me this is common in Yorkshire.]
+
+      Some up, and some down,
+      There's players in the town,
+  You wot well who they be;
+      The sun doth arise,
+      To three companies,
+  One, two, three, four, make wee!
+
+      Besides we that travel,
+      With pumps full of gravel,
+  Made all of such running leather:
+      That once in a week,
+      New masters we seek,
+  And never can hold together.
+
+
+CXLVII.
+
+  Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
+    And Johnny shall go to the fair,
+  And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
+    To tie up his bonny brown hair.
+  And why may not I love Johnny?
+    And why may not Johnny love me?
+  And why may not I love Johnny
+    As well as another body?
+  And here's a leg for a stocking,
+    And here is a leg for a shoe,
+  And he has a kiss for his daddy,
+    And two for his mammy, I trow.
+  And why may not I love Johnny?
+    And why may not Johnny love me?
+  And why may not I love Johnny,
+    As well as another body?
+
+
+CXLVIII.
+
+  As I was walking o'er little Moorfields,
+  I saw St. Paul's a running on wheels,
+                  With a fee, fo, fum.
+  Then for further frolics I'll go to France.
+  While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance,
+                  With a fee, fo fum.
+
+
+CXLIX.
+
+    The north wind doth blow,
+    And we shall have snow,
+  And what will poor Robin do then?
+                      Poor thing!
+
+    He'll sit in a barn,
+    And to keep himself warm,
+  Will hide his head under his wing.
+                      Poor thing!
+
+
+CL.
+
+    [From W. Wager's play, called 'The longer thou livest, the
+    more foole thou art,' 4to, Lond.]
+
+  The white dove sat on the castle wall,
+  I bend my bow and shoot her I shall;
+  I put her in my glove both feathers and all;
+  I laid my bridle upon the shelf,
+  If you will any more, sing it yourself.
+
+
+CLI.
+
+  Elsie Marley is grown so fine,
+  She won't get up to serve the swine,
+  But lies in bed till eight or nine,
+  And surely she does take her time.
+
+  And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
+  The wife who sells the barley, honey;
+  She won't get up to serve her swine,
+  And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
+
+    [Elsie Marley is said to have been a merry alewife who lived
+    near Chester, and the remainder of this song relating to her
+    will be found in the 'Chester Garland,' 12mo, n.d. The first
+    four lines have become favourites in the nursery.]
+
+
+CLII.
+
+  London bridge is broken down,
+    Dance o'er my lady lee;
+  London bridge is broken down,
+    With a gay lady.
+
+  How shall we build it up again?
+    Dance o'er my lady lee;
+  How shall we build it up again?
+    With a gay lady.
+
+  Silver and gold will be stole away,
+    Dance o'er my lady lee;
+  Silver and gold will be stole away,
+    With a gay lady.
+
+  Build it up again with iron and steel,
+    Dance o'er my lady lee;
+  Build it up with iron and steel,
+    With a gay lady.
+
+  Iron and steel will bend and bow,
+    Dance o'er my lady lee;
+  Iron and steel will bend and bow,
+    With a gay lady.
+
+  Build it up with wood and clay,
+    Dance o'er my lady lee;
+  Build it up with wood and clay,
+    With a gay lady.
+
+  Wood and clay will wash away,
+    Dance o'er my lady lee;
+  Wood and clay will wash away,
+    With a gay lady.
+
+  Build it up with stone so strong,
+    Dance o'er my lady lee;
+  Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,
+    With a gay lady.
+
+
+CLIII.
+
+  Old Father of the Pye,
+  I cannot sing, my lips are dry;
+  But when my lips are very well wet,
+  Then I can sing with the Heigh go Bet!
+
+    [This appears to be an old hunting song. _Go bet_ is a very
+    ancient sporting phrase, equivalent to _go along_. It occurs
+    in Chaucer, Leg. Dido, 288.]
+
+
+CLIV.
+
+    [Part of this is in a song called 'Jockey's Lamentation,' in
+    the 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. v, p. 317.]
+
+  Tom he was a piper's son,
+  He learn'd to play when he was young,
+  But all the tunes that he could play,
+  Was, "Over the hills and far away;"
+  Over the hills, and a great way off,
+  And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+  Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
+  That he pleas'd both the girls and boys,
+  And they stopp'd to hear him play,
+  "Over the hills and far away."
+
+  Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
+  That those who heard him could never keep still;
+  Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
+  Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
+
+  As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
+  Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
+  So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"
+  Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.
+
+  He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
+  He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
+  She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
+  She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
+
+  He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
+  Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
+  He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
+  And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CLV.
+
+  Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
+    If ever thou mean to thrive:
+  Nay; I'll not give my fiddle
+    To any man alive.
+
+  If I should give my fiddle,
+    They'll think that I'm gone mad;
+  For many a joyful day
+    My fiddle and I have had.
+
+
+CLVI.
+
+    [The following lines are part of an old song, the whole of
+    which may be found in 'Deuteromelia,' 1609, and also in MS.
+    Additional, 5336, fol. 5.]
+
+  Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see,
+  The owl is the fairest by far to me;
+  For all the day long she sits on a tree,
+  And when the night comes away flies she.
+
+
+CLVII.
+
+  I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence,
+    I love sixpence better than my life;
+  I spent a penny of it, I spent another,
+    And took fourpence home to my wife.
+
+  Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence,
+    I love fourpence better than my life;
+  I spent a penny of it, I spent another,
+    And I took twopence home to my wife.
+
+  Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence,
+    I love twopence better than my life;
+  I spent a penny of it, I spent another,
+    And I took nothing home to my wife.
+
+  Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing,
+    What will nothing buy for my wife?
+  I have nothing, I spend nothing,
+    I love nothing better than my wife.
+
+
+CLVIII.
+
+  Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,
+  Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
+  With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
+  And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
+
+  Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose,
+  Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;
+  Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+  With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+  Merry have we met, and merry have we been,
+  Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
+  With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+  And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+
+CLIX.
+
+  My maid Mary
+  She minds her dairy,
+      While I go a hoing and mowing each morn,
+  Merrily run the reel
+  And the little spinning wheel
+      Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.
+
+
+CLX.
+
+      Hot-cross Buns!
+      Hot-cross Buns!
+  One a penny, two a penny
+      Hot-cross Buns!
+
+      Hot-cross Buns!
+      Hot-cross Buns!
+  If ye have no daughters,
+      Give them to your sons.
+
+
+CLXI.
+
+  Wooley Foster has gone to sea,
+  With silver buckles at his knee,
+  When he comes back he'll marry me,--
+      Bonny Wooley Foster!
+
+  Wooley Foster has a cow,
+  Black and white about the mow,
+  Open the gates and let her through,
+      Wooley Foster's ain cow!
+
+  Wooley Foster has a hen,
+  Cockle button, cockle ben,
+  She lay eggs for gentlemen,
+      But none for Wooley Foster!
+
+
+CLXII.
+
+    [The following catch is found in Ben Jonson's 'Masque of
+    Oberon,' and is a most common nursery song at the present
+    day.]
+
+  Buz, quoth the blue fly,
+    Hum, quoth the bee,
+  Buz and hum they cry,
+    And so do we:
+  In his ear, in his nose,
+    Thus, do you see?
+  He ate the dormouse,
+    Else it was he.
+
+
+CLXIII.
+
+  As I was going up the hill,
+    I met with Jack the piper,
+  And all the tunes that he could play
+    Was "Tie up your petticoats tighter."
+
+  I tied them once, I tied them twice,
+    I tied them three times over;
+  And all the songs that he could sing
+    Was "Carry me safe to Dover."
+
+
+CLXIV.
+
+  There were two birds sat on a stone,
+    Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+  One flew away, and then there was one,
+    Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+  The other flew after, and then there was none,
+    Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+  And so the poor stone was left all alone,
+    Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!
+
+
+CLXV.
+
+  How does my lady's garden grow?
+  How does my lady's garden grow?
+  With cockle shells, and silver bells,
+  And pretty maids all of a row.
+
+
+CLXVI.
+
+  There was a jolly miller
+    Lived on the river Dee:
+  He worked and sung from morn till night,
+    No lark so blithe as he,
+  And this the burden of his song
+    For ever used to be--
+  I jump mejerrime jee!
+    I care for nobody--no! not I,
+  Since nobody cares for me.
+
+
+CLXVII.
+
+  As I was going along, long, long,
+  A singing a comical song, song, song,
+  The lane that I went was so long, long, long,
+  And the song that I sung was as long, long, long,
+  And so I went singing along.
+
+
+CLXVIII.
+
+  Where are you going, my pretty maid?
+  I'm going a-milking, sir, she said.
+  May I go with you, my pretty maid?
+  You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.
+  What is your father, my pretty maid?
+  My father's a farmer, sir, she said.
+
+  Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?
+  Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said.
+  Will you be constant, my pretty maid?
+  That I can't promise you, sir, she said.
+  Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid!
+  Nobody asked you, sir! she said.
+
+
+CLXIX.
+
+    [Song on the bells of Derby on foot-ball morning, a custom now
+    discontinued:]
+
+  Pancakes and fritters,
+  Say All Saints and St. Peters;
+  When will the _ball_ come,
+  Say the bells of St. Alkmun;
+  At two they will throw,
+  Says Saint Werabo;
+  O! very well,
+  Says little Michel.
+
+
+CLXX.
+
+  I have been to market, my lady, my lady;
+  Then you've not been to the fair, says pussy, says pussy;
+  I bought me a rabbit, my lady, my lady;
+  Then you did not buy a hare, says pussy, says pussy;
+
+  I roasted it, my lady, my lady;
+  Then you did not boil it, says pussy, says pussy;
+  I eat it, my lady, my lady;
+  And I'll eat you, says pussy, says pussy.
+
+
+CLXXI.
+
+  My father left me three acres of land,
+    Sing ivy, sing ivy;
+  My father left me three acres of land,
+    Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!
+
+  I ploughed it with a ram's horn,
+    Sing ivy, sing ivy;
+   And sowed it all over with one pepper corn,
+    Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!
+
+  I harrowed it with a bramble bush,
+    Sing ivy, sing ivy;
+  And reaped it with my little penknife,
+    Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!
+
+  I got the mice to carry it to the barn,
+    Sing ivy, &c.
+  And thrashed it with a goose's quill,
+    Sing holly, &c.
+
+  I got the cat to carry it to the mill,
+    Sing ivy, &c.
+  The miller he swore he would have her paw,
+  And the cat she swore she would scratch his face,
+    Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!
+
+
+CLXXII.
+
+    [The original of the following is to be found in
+    'Deuteromelia, or the second part of Musicks Melodie,' 4to,
+    Lond. 1609, where the music is also given.]
+
+  Three blind mice, see how they run!
+  They all ran after the farmer's wife,
+  Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife,
+  Did you ever see such fools in your life?
+  Three blind mice.
+
+
+CLXXIII.
+
+    [The music to the following song, with different words, is
+    given in 'Melismata,' 4to, Lond. 1611. See also the 'Pills to
+    Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. i, p. 14. The well-known song,
+    'A frog he would a wooing go,' appears to have been borrowed
+    from this. See Dauney's 'Ancient Scottish Melodies,' 1838, p.
+    53. The story is of old date, and in 1580 there was licensed
+    'A most strange weddinge of the frogge and the mouse,' as
+    appears from the books of the Stationers' Company, quoted in
+    Warton's Hist. Engl, Poet., ed. 1840, vol. iii, p. 360.]
+
+  There was a frog liv'd in a well,
+    Kitty alone, Kitty alone;
+  There was a frog liv'd in a well,
+    Kitty alone, and I!
+
+  There was a frog liv'd in a well,
+    And a farce[*] mouse in a mill,   [*merry
+    Cock me cary, Kitty alone,
+    Kitty alone, and I.
+
+  This frog he would a wooing ride,
+    Kitty alone, &c.
+  This frog he would a wooing ride,
+  And on a snail he got astride,
+    Cock me cary, &c.
+
+  He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,
+    Kitty alone, &c.
+  He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,
+  And there he did both knock and call,
+    Cock me cary, &c.
+
+  Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,
+    Kitty alone, &c.
+  Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,
+  To see if thou canst fancy me,
+    Cock me cary, &c.
+
+  Quoth she, answer I'll give you none,
+    Kitty alone, &c.
+  Quoth she, answer I'll give you none,
+  Until my uncle Rat come home,
+    Cock me cary, &c.
+
+  And when her uncle Rat came home,
+    Kitty alone, &c.
+  And when her uncle Rat came home,
+  Who's been here since I've been gone?
+    Cock me cary, &c.
+
+  Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,
+    Kitty alone, &c.
+  Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,
+  That's been here since you've been gone,
+    Cock me cary, &c.
+
+  The frog he came whistling through the brook,
+    Kitty alone, &c.
+  The frog he came whistling through the brook,
+  And there he met with a dainty duck,
+    Cock me cary, &c.
+
+  This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,
+    Kitty alone, Kitty alone;
+  This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,
+  So there's an end of my history book.
+    Cock me cary, Kitty alone,
+    Kitty alone and I.
+
+
+CLXXIV.
+
+  There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,
+  There was a man in our toone, and his name was Billy Pod;
+  And he played upon an old razor, an old razor, an old razor,
+  And he played upon an old razor, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.
+
+  And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, the good roast beef,
+          the good roast beef,
+  And his hat it was made of the good roast beef,
+          and his name was Billy Pod;
+  And he played upon an old razor, &c.
+
+  And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe,
+          the good fat tripe,
+  And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe,
+          and his name was Billy Pod;
+  And he played upon an old razor, &c.
+
+  And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps,
+      the bawbie baps,
+  And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps,
+          and his name was Billy Pod;
+  And he played upon an old razor, &c.
+
+  And there was a man in tither toone, in tither toone, in tither
+          toone,
+  And there was a man in tither toone, and his name was Edrin Drum;
+  And he played upon an old laadle, an old laadle, an old laadle,
+  And he played upon an old laadle, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.
+
+  And he eat up all the good roast beef, the good roast beef, &c. &c.
+  And he eat up all the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, &c. &c.
+  And he eat up all the bawbie baps, &c. and his name was Edrin Drum.
+
+
+CLXXV.
+
+  John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!
+  Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!
+
+  John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!
+  And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!
+
+  John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!
+  His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!
+
+  The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!
+  If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!
+
+
+CLXXVI.
+
+  A carrion crow sat on an oak,
+    Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+  Watching a tailor shape his cloak;
+    Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+    Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+
+  Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
+    Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+  That I may shoot yon carrion crow;
+    Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+    Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+
+  The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
+    Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+  And shot his own sow quite through the heart;
+    Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+    Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+
+  Wife, bring brandy in a spoon,
+    Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+  For our old sow is in a swoon;
+    Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+    Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+CLXXVII.
+
+    [Another version from MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 17, written in
+    the time of Charles I.]
+
+  Hic hoc, the carrion crow,
+  For I have shot something too low:
+  I have quite missed my mark,
+  And shot the poor sow to the heart;
+  Wife, bring treacle in a spoon,
+  Or else the poor sow's heart will down.
+
+
+CLXXVIII.
+
+    [Song of a little boy while passing his hour of solitude in a
+    corn-field.]
+
+  Awa' birds, away!
+  Take a little, and leave a little,
+  And do not come again;
+  For if you do,
+  I will shoot you through,
+  And there is an end of you.
+
+
+CLXXIX.
+
+  If I'd as much money as I could spend,
+  I never would cry old chairs to mend;
+  Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
+  I never would cry old chairs to mend.
+
+  If I'd as much money as I could tell,
+  I never would cry old clothes to sell;
+  Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
+  I never would cry old clothes to sell.
+
+
+CLXXX.
+
+  Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle daughter dear;
+  I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear.
+  Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound;
+  I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound.
+
+
+CLXXXI.
+
+  I'll sing you a song,
+  Though not very long,
+    Yet I think it as pretty as any,
+  Put your hand in your purse,
+  You'll never be worse,
+    And give the poor singer a penny.
+
+
+CLXXXII.
+
+  Dame, get up and bake your pies,
+  Bake your pies, bake your pies;
+  Dame, get up and bake your pies,
+  On Christmas-day in the morning.
+
+  Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
+  Maidens lie, maidens lie;
+  Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
+  On Christmas-day in the morning?
+
+  Dame, what makes your ducks to die,
+  Ducks to die, ducks to die;
+  Dame, what makes your ducks to die,
+  On Christmas-day in the morning?
+
+  Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,
+  Cannot fly, cannot fly;
+  Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,
+  On Christmas-day in the morning.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+SEVENTH CLASS--RIDDLES.
+
+
+CLXXXIII.
+
+    [Ann.]
+
+  There was a girl in our towne,
+  Silk an' satin was her gowne,
+  Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,
+  Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.
+
+
+CLXXXIV.
+
+    [A thorn.]
+
+  I went to the wood and got it,
+  I sat me down and looked at it;
+  The more I looked at it the less I liked it,
+  And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.
+
+
+CLXXXV.
+
+    [Sunshine.]
+
+  Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
+  On the king's kitchen-door;
+  All the king's horses,
+  And all the king's men,
+  Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
+  Off the king's kitchen-door!
+
+
+CLXXXVI.
+
+    [A pen.]
+
+  When I was taken from the fair body,
+    They then cut off my head,
+    And thus my shape was altered;
+  It's I that make peace between king and king,
+    And many a true lover glad:
+  All this I do and ten times more,
+    And more I could do still,
+  But nothing can I do,
+    Without my guider's will.
+
+CLXXXVII.
+
+    [Snuff.]
+
+  As I look'd out o' my chamber window
+    I heard something fall;
+  I sent my maid to pick it up,
+    But she couldn't pick it all.
+
+
+CLXXXVIII.
+
+    [A tobacco-pipe.]
+
+  I went into my grandmother's garden,
+  And there I found a farthing.
+  I went into my next door neighbour's,
+  There I bought a pipkin and a popkin--
+  A slipkin and a slopkin,
+  A nailboard, a sailboard,
+  And all for a farthing.
+
+
+CLXXXIX.
+
+    [Gloves.]
+
+  As I was going o'er London Bridge,
+  I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs!
+
+
+CXC.
+
+  Made in London,
+  Sold at York,
+  Stops a bottle
+  And _is_ a cork.
+
+
+CXCI.
+
+  Ten and ten and twice eleven,
+  Take out six and put in seven;
+  Go to the green and fetch eighteen,
+  And drop one a coming.
+
+
+CXCII.
+
+    [A walnut.]
+
+  As soft as silk, as white as milk,
+  As bitter as gall, a thick wall,
+  And a green coat covers me all.
+
+
+CXCIII.
+
+    [A swarm of bees.]
+
+As I was going o'er Tipple Tine,
+I met a flock of bonny swine;
+  Some green-lapp'd,
+  Some green-back'd;
+They were the very bonniest swine
+That e'er went over Tipple Tine.
+
+
+CXCIV.
+
+    [An egg.]
+
+  Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck,[*]
+  With all his sinews round his neck;
+  Forty doctors and forty wrights
+  Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty to rights!
+
+    [Footnote *: A brook.]
+
+
+CXCV.
+
+    [A storm of wind.]
+
+  Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
+  He comes roaring up the land;--
+  The King of Scots, with all his power,
+  Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!
+
+
+CXCVI.
+
+    [Tobacco.]
+
+  Make three-fourths of a cross,
+    And a circle complete;
+  And let two semicircles
+    On a perpendicular meet;
+  Next add a triangle
+    That stands on two feet;
+  Next two semicircles,
+    And a circle complete.
+
+
+CXCVII.
+
+  There was a king met a king
+    In a narrow lane,
+  Says this king to that king,
+    "Where have you been?"
+
+  "Oh! I've been a hunting
+    With my dog and my doe."
+  "Pray lend him to me,
+    That I may do so."
+
+  "There's the dog _take_ the dog."
+    "What's the dog's name?"
+  "I've told you already."
+    "Pray tell me again."
+
+
+CXCVIII.
+
+    [A plum-pudding.]
+
+  Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
+  Met together in a shower of rain;
+  Put in a bag tied round with a string,
+  If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.
+
+
+CXCIX.
+
+  Every lady in this land
+  Has twenty nails upon each hand,
+  Five and twenty hands and feet,
+  All this is true without deceit.
+
+
+CC.
+
+  Twelve pears hanging high,
+  Twelve knights riding by;
+  Each knight took a pear,
+  And yet left eleven there!
+
+
+CCI.
+
+    [A star.]
+
+  I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep;
+  She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
+  She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
+  Poor little creature she has but one eye.
+
+
+CCII.
+
+    [A needle and thread.]
+
+  Old mother Twitchett had but one eye,
+  And a long tail which she let fly;
+  And every time she went over a gap,
+  She left a bit of her tail in a trap.
+
+
+CCIII.
+
+    [An egg.]
+
+  In marble walls as white as milk,
+  Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
+  Within a fountain crystal clear,
+  A golden apple doth appear.
+  No doors there are to this strong-hold.
+  Yet things break in and steal the gold.
+
+
+CCIV.
+
+    [A horse-shoer.]
+
+  What shoe-maker makes shoes without leather,
+  With all the four elements put together?
+    Fire and water, earth and air;
+    Ev'ry customer has two pair.
+
+
+CCV.
+
+    [Currants.]
+
+  Higgledy piggledy
+    Here we lie,
+  Pick'd and pluck'd,
+    And put in a pie.
+  My first is snapping, snarling, growling,
+  My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.
+  Higgledy piggledy
+    Here we lie,
+  Pick'd and pluck'd,
+    And put in a pie.
+
+
+CCVI.
+
+  Thomas a Tattamus took two Ts,
+  To tie two tups to two tall trees,
+  To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus!
+  Tell me how many Ts there are in all THAT.
+
+
+CCVII.
+
+    [The man had one eye, and the tree two apples upon it.]
+
+  There was a man who had no eyes,
+  He went abroad to view the skies;
+  He saw a tree with apples on it,
+  He took no apples off, yet left no apples on it.
+
+
+CCVIII.
+
+    [Cleopatra.]
+
+  The moon nine days old,
+  The next sign to cancer;
+  Pat rat without a tail;--
+  And now, sir, for your answer,
+
+
+CCIX.
+
+    [A candle.]
+
+  Little Nancy Etticoat,
+  In a white petticoat,
+  And a red nose;
+  The longer she stands,
+  The shorter she grows.
+
+
+CCX.
+
+    [Pair of tongs.]
+
+  Long legs, crooked thighs,
+  Little head and no eyes.
+
+
+CCXI.
+
+    [From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 16, written in the time of
+    Charles I.]
+
+There were three sisters in a hall,
+There came a knight amongst them all;
+Good morrow, aunt, to the one,
+Good morrow, aunt, to the other,
+Good morrow, gentlewoman, to the third,
+  If you were my aunt,
+    As the other two be,
+  I would say good morrow,
+    Then, aunts, all three.
+
+
+CCXII.
+
+    [Isabel.]
+
+  Congeal'd water and Cain's brother,
+  That was my lover's name, and no other.
+
+
+CCXIII.
+
+    [Teeth and Gums.]
+
+  Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
+  Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
+
+
+CCXIV.
+
+    [Coals.]
+
+  Black we are, but much admired;
+  Men seek for us till they are tired.
+  We tire the horse, but comfort man
+  Tell me this riddle if you can.
+
+
+CCXV.
+
+    [A Star.]
+
+  Higher than a house, higher than a tree;
+  Oh, whatever can that be?
+
+
+CCXVI.
+
+    [An Egg.]
+
+  Humpty dumpty sate on a wall,
+  Humpty dumpty had a great fall;
+  Three score men and three score more
+  Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
+
+
+CCXVII.
+
+    [The allusion to Oliver Cromwell satisfactorily fixes the date
+    of the riddle to belong to the seventeenth century. The answer
+    is, a rainbow.]
+
+  Purple, yellow, red, and green,
+  The king cannot reach it nor the queen;
+  Nor can old Noll, whose power's so great:
+  Tell me this riddle while I count eight.
+
+
+CCXVIII.
+
+  Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,
+  Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.
+  Spell me _that_ without a P,
+  And a clever scholar you will be.
+
+
+CCXIX.
+
+  As I was going o'er Westminster bridge,
+    I met with a Westminster scholar;
+  He pulled off his cap _an' drew_ off his glove,
+    And wished me a very good morrow.
+      What is his name?
+
+
+CCXX.
+
+    [A Chimney.]
+
+  Black within, and red without;
+  Four corners round about.
+
+
+CCXXI.
+
+There was a man rode through our town,
+  Gray Grizzle was his name;
+His saddle-bow was gilt with gold,
+  Three times I've named his name.
+
+
+CCXXII.
+
+    [A Hedgehog.]
+
+  As I went over Lincoln bridge
+  I met mister Rusticap;
+  Pins and needles on his back,
+  A going to Thorney fair.
+
+
+CCXXIII.
+
+    [One leg is a leg of mutton; two legs, a man; three legs, a
+    stool; four legs, a dog.]
+
+  Two legs sat upon three legs,
+  With one leg in his lap;
+  In comes four legs,
+  And runs away with one leg.
+  Up jumps two legs,
+  Catches up three legs,
+  Throws it after four legs,
+  And makes him bring back one leg.
+
+
+CCXXIV.
+
+    [A Bed.]
+
+  Formed long ago, yet made to-day,
+    Employed while others sleep;
+  What few would like to give away,
+    Nor any wish to keep.
+
+
+CCXXV.
+
+    [A Cinder-sifter.]
+
+  A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,
+  A hundred eyes, and never a nose.
+
+
+CCXXVI.
+
+    [A Well.]
+
+  As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
+  And all the king's horses can't pull it up.
+
+
+CCXXVII.
+
+    [A Cherry.]
+
+  As I went through the garden gap,
+  Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
+  A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,
+  If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.
+
+
+CCXXVIII.
+
+  Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess,
+  They all went together to seek a bird's nest.
+  They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,
+  They all took one, and left four in.
+
+
+CCXXIX.
+
+  As I was going to St. Ives,
+  I met a man with seven wives,
+  Every wife had seven sacks,
+  Every sack had seven cats,
+  Every cat had seven kits:
+  Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
+  How many were there going to St. Ives?
+
+
+CCXXX.
+
+    [The Holly Tree.]
+
+  Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green,
+  The king could not read it, no more could the queen;
+  They sent for a wise man out of the East,
+  Who said it had horns, but was not a beast!
+
+
+CCXXXI.
+
+  See, see! what shall I see?
+  A horse's head where his tail should be.
+
+
+CCXXXII.
+
+    [A fire-brand with sparks on it.]
+
+  As I was going o'er London Bridge,
+    And peep'd through a nick,
+  I saw four and twenty ladies
+    Riding on a stick!
+
+
+CCXXXIII.
+
+    [An Icicle.]
+
+  Lives in winter,
+  Dies in summer,
+  And grows with its root upwards!
+
+
+CCXXXIV.
+
+  When I went up sandy hill,
+  I met a sandy boy;
+  I cut his throat, I sucked his blood,
+  And left his skin a hanging-o.
+
+
+CCXXXV.
+
+  I had a little castle upon the sea-side,
+  One half was water, the other was land;
+  I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found;
+  I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.
+  The cup was gold, filled with wine;
+  Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine!
+
+
+CCXXXVI.
+
+  Old father Graybeard,
+    Without tooth or tongue;
+  If you'll give me your finger,
+    I'll give you my thumb.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+EIGHTH CLASS--CHARMS.
+
+
+CCXXXVII.
+
+  Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk,
+  And I will give thee a gown of silk;
+  A gown of silk and a silver tee,
+  If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.
+
+
+CCXXXVIII.
+
+    [Said to pips placed in the fire; a species of divination
+    practised by children.]
+
+  If you love me, pop and fly;
+  If you hate me, lay and die.
+
+
+CCXXXIX.
+
+    [The following, with a very slight variation, is found in Ben
+    Jonson's 'Masque of Queen's,' and it is singular to account
+    for its introduction into the modern nursery.]
+
+  I went to the toad that lies under the wall,
+  I charmed him out, and he came at my call;
+  I scratch'd out the eyes of the owl before,
+  I tore the bat's wing, what would you have more.
+
+
+CCXL.
+
+    [A charm somewhat similar to the following may be seen in the
+    'Townley Mysteries,' p. 91. See a paper in the 'Archæologia,'
+    vol. xxvii, p. 253, by the Rev. Lancelot Sharpe, M.A. See also
+    MS. Lansd. 231, fol. 114, and Ady's 'Candle in the Dark,' 4to,
+    London, 1650, p. 58.]
+
+  Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,
+  Guard the bed that I lay on!
+    Four corners to my bed,
+    Four angels round my head;
+  One to watch, one to pray,
+  And two to bear my soul away!
+
+
+CCXLI.
+
+    [Ady, in his 'Candle in the Dark,' 4to, Lond. 1656, p. 59,
+    says that this was a charm to make butter come from the churn.
+    It was to be said thrice.]
+
+  Come, butter, come,
+  Come, butter, come!
+  Peter stands at the gate,
+  Waiting for a butter'd cake;
+  Come, butter, come!
+
+
+CCXLII.
+
+    [From Dr. Wallis's "Grammatica Linguæ Anglicanæ," 12mo, Oxon.
+    1674, p. 164. This and the nine following are said to be
+    certain cures for the hiccup if repeated in one breath.]
+
+  When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;
+  For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;
+  But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,
+  The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.
+
+  Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,
+  He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine:
+  Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine
+  He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.
+
+  The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,
+  As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:
+  'Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,
+  He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.
+
+
+CCXLIII.
+
+  A Thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching;
+  Did a thatcher of Thatchwood go to Thatchet a thatching?
+  If a thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching,
+  Where's the thatching the thatcher of Thatchwood has thatch'd?
+
+
+CCXLIV.
+
+    [Sometimes 'off a pewter plate' is added at the end of each
+    line.]
+
+  Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;
+  A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;
+  If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,
+  Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?
+
+
+CCXLV.
+
+  My father he left me, just as he was able,
+  One bowl, one bottle, one lable,
+  Two bowls, two bottles, two lables,
+  Three, &c. [_And so on ad. lib. in one breath._]
+
+
+CCXLVI.
+
+  Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round,
+  A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round;
+  Where rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round?
+
+
+CCXLVII.
+
+My grandmother sent me a new-fashioned three cornered cambric country
+cut handkerchief. Not an old-fashioned three cornered cambric country
+cut handkerchief, but a new-fashioned three cornered cambric country
+cut handkerchief.
+
+
+CCXLVIII.
+
+Three crooked cripples went through Cripplegate, and through
+Cripplegate went three crooked cripples.
+
+
+CCXLIX.
+
+  Swan swam over the sea--
+    Swim, swan, swim;
+  Swan swam back again,
+    Well swam swan,
+
+
+CCL.
+
+  Hickup, hickup, go away!
+  Come again another day;
+  Hickup, hickup, when I bake,
+  I'll give to you a butter-cake.
+
+
+CCLI.
+
+  Hickup, snicup,
+  Rise up, right up!
+  Three drops in the cup
+  Are good for the hiccup.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+NINTH CLASS--GAFFERS AND GAMMERS.
+
+
+CCLII.
+
+  There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,
+  She went to market her eggs for to sell;
+  She went to market all on a market-day,
+  And she fell asleep on the king's highway.
+
+  There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,
+  He cut her petticoats all round about;
+  He cut her petticoats up to the knees,
+  Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.
+
+  When this little woman first did wake,
+  She began to shiver and she began to shake,
+  She began to wonder and she began to cry,
+  "Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!
+
+  "But if it be I, as I do hope it be,
+  I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;
+  If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,
+  And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."
+
+  Home went the little woman all in the dark,
+  Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;
+  He began to bark, so she began to cry,
+  "Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"
+
+
+CCLIII.
+
+  There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
+  She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
+  She gave them some broth without any bread,
+  She whipped them all well and put them to bed.
+
+
+CCLIV.
+
+  Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?
+  Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing.
+  Old woman, old woman, shall I love you dearly?
+  Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly.
+
+
+CCLV.
+
+  There was an old woman sat spinning,
+  And that's the first beginning;
+  She had a calf,
+  And that's half;
+  She took it by the tail,
+  And threw it over the wall,
+  And that's all.
+
+
+CCLVI.
+
+  There was an old woman, her name it was Peg;
+  Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork-leg.
+  The neighbours all pitch'd her into the water,
+  Her leg was drown'd first, and her head follow'd a'ter.
+
+
+CCLVII.
+
+  A little old man and I fell out;
+  How shall we bring this matter about?
+  Bring it about as well as you can,
+  Get you gone, you little old man!
+
+
+CCLVIII.
+
+  There was an old woman,
+    And she sold puddings and pies;
+  She went to the mill,
+    And the dust flew in her eyes:
+  Hot pies and cold pies to sell!
+    Wherever she goes,--
+  You may follow her by the smell.
+
+
+CCLIX.
+
+  Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,
+    She would go to Stoken Church fair;
+  And then old Father Peter said he would meet her
+    Before she got half-way there.
+
+
+CCLX.
+
+  There was an old woman
+    Lived under a hill;
+  And if she's not gone,
+    She lives there still.
+
+
+CCLXI.
+
+  There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket
+    Nineteen times as high as the moon;
+  Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
+    For in her hand she carried a broom.
+
+  Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
+    O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?
+  To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
+    Shall I go with thee? Aye, by and by.
+
+
+CCLXII.
+
+  There was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row,
+  He had five hens and a name for them, oh!
+  Bill and Ned and Battock,
+  Cut-her-foot and Pattock,
+  Chuck, my lady Prattock,
+  Go to thy nest and lay.
+
+
+CCLXIII.
+
+  There was an old woman of Leeds
+  Who spent all her time in good deeds;
+    She worked for the poor
+    Till her fingers were sore,
+  This pious old woman of Leeds!
+
+
+CCLXIV.
+
+      Old Betty Blue
+      Lost a holiday shoe,
+  What can old Betty do?
+      Give her another
+      To match the other,
+  And then she may swagger in two.
+
+
+CCLXV.
+
+  Old mother Hubbard
+  Went to the cupboard,
+    To get her poor dog a bone;
+  But when she came there
+    The cupboard was bare,
+  And so the poor dog had none.
+
+  She went to the baker's
+    To buy him some bread,
+  But when she came back
+    The poor dog was dead.
+
+  She went to the joiner's
+    To buy him a coffin,
+  But when she came back
+    The poor dog was laughing.[*]
+
+  She took a clean dish
+    To get him some tripe,
+  But when she came back
+    He was smoking his pipe.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  She went to the fishmonger's
+    To buy him some fish,
+  And when she came back
+    He was licking the dish.
+
+  She went to the ale-house
+    To get him some beer,
+  But when she came back
+    The dog sat in a chair.
+
+  She went to the tavern
+    For white wine and red,
+  But when she came back
+    The dog stood on his head.
+
+  She went to the hatter's
+    To buy him a hat,
+  But when she came back
+    He was feeding the cat.
+
+  She went to the barber's
+    To buy him a wig,
+  But when she came back
+    He was dancing a jig.
+
+  She went to the fruiterer's
+    To buy him some fruit,
+  But when she came back
+    He was playing the flute.
+
+  She went to the tailor's
+    To buy him a coat,
+  But when she came back
+    He was riding a goat.
+
+  She went to the cobbler's
+    To buy him some shoes,
+  But when she came back
+    He was reading the news.
+
+  She went to the sempstress
+    To buy him some linen,
+  But when she came back
+    The dog was spinning.
+
+  She went to the hosier's
+    To buy him some hose,
+  But when she came back
+    He was dress'd in his clothes.
+
+  The dame made a curtsey,
+    The dog made a bow;
+  The dame said, your servant,
+    The dog said, bow, wow.
+
+    [Footnote *: Probably _loffing_ or _loffin'_, to complete the
+    rhyme. So in Shakspeare's 'Mids. Night's Dream,' act ii, sc. 1:
+
+      "And then the whole quire hold their hips, and _loffe_."]
+
+
+CCLXVI.
+
+    [The first two lines of the following are the same with those
+    of a song in D'Urfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' vol. v, p.
+    13.]
+
+  There was an old woman
+    Lived under a hill,
+  She put a mouse in a bag,
+    And sent it to mill;
+
+  The miller declar'd
+    By the point of his knife,
+  He never took toll
+    Of a mouse in his life.
+
+
+CCLXVII.
+
+    [The following is part of a comic song called 'Success to
+    the Whistle and Wig,' intended to be sung in rotation by the
+    members of a club.]
+
+  There was an old woman had three sons,
+  Jerry, and James, and John:
+  Jerry was hung, James was drowned,
+  John was lost and never was found,
+  And there was an end of the three sons,
+  Jerry, and James, and John!
+
+
+CCLXVIII.
+
+    [The tale on which the following story is founded is found
+    in a MS. of the fifteenth century, preserved in the Chetham
+    Library at Manchester.]
+
+  There was an old man, who lived in a wood,
+    As you may plainly see;
+  He said he could do as much work in a day,
+    As his wife could do in three.
+  With all my heart, the old woman said,
+    If that you will allow,
+  To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,
+    And I'll go drive the plough:
+
+  But you must milk the Tidy cow,
+    For fear that she go dry;
+  And you must feed the little pigs
+    That are within the sty;
+  And you must mind the speckled hen,
+    For fear she lay away;
+  And you must reel the spool of yarn
+    That I spun yesterday.
+
+  The old woman took a staff in her hand,
+    And went to drive the plough:
+  The old man took a pail in his hand,
+    And went to milk the cow;
+  But Tidy hinched, and Tidy flinched,
+    And Tidy broke his nose,
+  And Tidy gave him such a blow,
+    That the blood ran down to his toes.
+
+  High! Tidy! ho! Tidy! high!
+    Tidy! do stand still;
+  If ever I milk you, Tidy, again,
+    'Twill be sore against my will!
+  He went to feed the little pigs,
+    That were within the sty;
+  He hit his head against the beam,
+    And he made the blood to fly.
+
+  He went to mind the speckled hen,
+    For fear she'd lay astray,
+  And he forgot the spool of yarn
+    His wife spun yesterday.
+
+  So he swore by the sun, the moon, and the stars,
+    And the green leaves on the tree,
+  If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life,
+    She should ne'er be ruled by he.
+
+
+CCLXIX.
+
+  There was an old man of Tobago,
+  Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago;
+    Till, much to his bliss,
+    His physician said this--
+  "To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."
+
+
+CCLXX.
+
+  Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
+  Two old women got up in an apple tree;
+  One came down,
+  And the other staid till Saturday.
+
+
+CCLXXI.
+
+  There was an old man,
+  And he had a calf,
+    And that's half;
+  He took him out of the stall,
+  And put him on the wall;
+    And that's all.
+
+
+CCLXXII.
+
+  Father Short came down the lane,
+    Oh! I'm obliged to hammer and smite
+    From four in the morning till eight at night,
+  For a bad master, and a worse dame.
+
+
+CCLXXIII.
+
+  There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
+  Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small:
+  A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
+  And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
+
+
+CCLXXIV.
+
+  There was an old woman of Norwich,
+  Who lived upon nothing but porridge;
+    Parading the town,
+    She turned cloak into gown,
+  This thrifty old woman of Norwich.
+
+
+CCLXXV.
+
+  A little old man of Derby,
+  How do you think he served me?
+  He took away my bread and cheese,
+  And that is how he served me.
+
+
+CCLXXVI.
+
+  There was an old woman in Surrey,
+  Who, was morn, noon, and night in a hurry;
+      Call'd her husband a fool,
+      Drove the children to school,
+  The worrying old woman of Surrey.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+TENTH CLASS--GAMES.
+
+
+CCLXXVII.
+
+    [Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.]
+
+  One-ery, two-ery,
+    Ziccary zan;
+  Hollow bone, crack a bone,
+    Ninery, ten:
+  Spittery spot,
+    It must be done;
+  Twiddleum twaddleum,
+    Twenty-one.
+
+  Hink spink, the puddings stink,
+    The fat begins to fry,
+  Nobody at home, but jumping Joan,
+    Father, mother, and I.
+  Stick, stock, stone dead,
+    Blind man can't see,
+  Every knave will have a slave,
+    You or I must be he.
+
+
+CCLXXVIII.
+
+    [A game of the Fox. In a children's game, where all the little
+    actors are seated in a circle, the following stanza is used as
+    question and answer.]
+
+  Who goes round my house this night?
+    None but cruel Tom!
+  Who steals all the sheep at night?
+    None but this poor one.
+
+
+CCLXXIX.
+
+  Dance, Thumbkin, dance,
+        [_Keep the thumb in motion._
+  Dance, ye merrymen, every one:
+        [_All the fingers in motion._
+  For Thumbkin, he can dance alone,
+        [_The thumb only moving_.
+  Thumbkin, he can dance alone,
+        [_Ditto._
+  Dance, Foreman, dance,
+        [_The first finger moving._
+  Dance, ye merrymen, every one;
+        [_The whole moving._
+  But Foreman, he can dance alone,
+  Foreman, he can dance alone.
+
+    [and So on With the Others--naming the 2d Finger Longman--the
+    3d Finger Ringman--and the 4th Finger Littleman. Littleman
+    Cannot Dance Alone.]
+
+
+CCLXXX.
+
+    [The following is used by schoolboys, when two are starting to
+    run a race.]
+
+  One to make ready,
+    And two to prepare;
+  Good luck to the rider,
+    And away goes the mare.
+
+
+CCLXXXI.
+
+    [At the conclusion, the captive is privately asked if he will
+    have oranges or lemons (the two leaders of the arch having
+    previously agreed which designation shall belong to each),
+    and he goes behind the one he may chance to name. When all
+    are thus divided into two parties, they conclude the game by
+    trying to pull each other beyond a certain line.]
+
+  Gay go up and gay go down,
+  To ring the bells of London town.
+
+  Bull's eyes and targets,
+  Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
+
+  Brickbats and tiles,
+  Say the bells of St. Giles'.
+
+  Halfpence and farthings,
+  Say the bells of St. Martin's.
+
+  Oranges and lemons,
+  Say the bells of St. Clement's.
+
+  Pancakes and fritters,
+  Say the bells of St. Peter's.
+
+  Two sticks and an apple,
+  Say the bells at Whitechapel.
+
+  Old Father Baldpate,
+  Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
+
+  You owe me ten shillings,
+  Say the bells at St. Helen's.
+
+  Pokers and tongs,
+  Say the bells at St. John's.
+
+  Kettles and pans,
+  Say the bells at St. Ann's.
+
+  When will you pay me?
+  Say the bells at Old Bailey.
+
+  When I grow rich,
+  Say the bells at Shoreditch.
+
+  Pray when will that be?
+  Say the bells of Stepney.
+
+  I am sure I don't know,
+  Says the great bell at Bow.
+
+  Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
+  And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
+
+
+CCLXXXII.
+
+    [One child holds a wand to the face of another, repeating
+    these lines, and making grimaces, to cause the latter
+    to laugh, and so to the others; those who laugh paying a
+    forfeit.]
+
+  Buff says Buff to all his men,
+  And I say Buff to you again;
+  Buff neither laughs nor smiles,
+  But carries his face
+  With a very good grace,
+  And passes the stick to the very next place!
+
+
+CCLXXXIII.
+
+    [Game with the hands.]
+
+  Pease-pudding hot,
+    Pease-pudding cold,
+  Pease-pudding in the pot,
+    Nine days old.
+  Some like it hot,
+    Some like it cold,
+  Some like it in the pot,
+    Nine days old.
+
+
+CCLXXXIV.
+
+  Awake, arise, pull out your eyes,
+    And hear what time of day;
+  And when you have done, pull out your tongue,
+    And see what you can say.
+
+
+CCLXXXV.
+
+GAME OF THE GIPSY.
+
+    [One child is selected for Gipsy, one for Mother, and one for
+    Daughter Sue. The Mother says,--
+
+  I charge my daughters every one
+  To keep good house while I am gone.
+  You and _you_ (_points_) but specially _you_,
+  [_Or sometimes_, but specially _Sue_.]
+  Or else I'll beat you black and blue.
+
+    During the Mother's absence, the Gipsy comes in, entices a
+    child away, and hides her. This process is repeated till all
+    the children are hidden, when the Mother has to find them.]
+
+
+CCLXXXVI.
+
+    [This game begins thus: Take this--What's this?--A gaping,
+    wide-mouthed, waddling frog, &c.]
+
+  Twelve huntsmen with horns and hounds,
+  Hunting over other men's grounds!
+  Eleven ships sailing o'er the main,
+  Some bound for France and some for Spain:
+  I wish them all safe home again:
+  Ten comets in the sky,
+  Some low and some high;
+  Nine peacocks in the air,
+  I wonder how they all came there,
+  I do not know and I do not care;
+  Eight joiners in joiner's hall,
+  Working with the tools and all;
+  Seven lobsters in a dish,
+  As fresh as any heart could wish;
+  Six beetles against the wall,
+  Close by an old woman's apple stall;
+  Five puppies of our dog Ball,
+  Who daily for their breakfast call;
+  Four horses stuck in a bog,
+  Three monkeys tied to a clog;
+  Two pudding-ends would choke a dog.
+  With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.
+
+
+CCLXXXVII.
+
+    [A string of children, hand in hand, stand in a row. A child
+    (A) stands in front of them, as leader; two other children
+    (B and C) form an arch, each holding both the hands of the
+    other.]
+
+  A.  Draw a pail of water,
+      For my lady's daughter;
+      My father's a king, and my mother's a queen,
+      My two little sisters are dress'd in green,
+      Stamping grass and parsley,
+      Marigold leaves and daisies.
+  B.  One rush, two rush,
+      Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.
+
+    [A passes by under the arch, followed by the whole string of
+    children, the last of whom is taken captive by B and C. The
+    verses are repeated, until all are taken.]
+
+
+CCLXXXVIII.
+
+    [The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is
+    usually found by itself in the small books of children's
+    rhymes.]
+
+  Sieve my lady's oatmeal,
+    Grind my lady's flour,
+  Put it in a chesnut,
+    Let it stand an hour;
+  One may rush, two may rush,
+  Come, my girls, walk under the bush.
+
+
+CCLXXXIX.
+
+  Queen Anne, queen Anne, you sit in the sun,
+  As fair as a lily, as white as a wand.
+  I send you three letters, and pray read one,
+  You must read one, if you can't read all,
+  So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.
+
+
+CCXC.
+
+  There were three jovial Welshmen,
+    As I have heard them say,
+  And they would go a-hunting
+    Upon St. David's day.
+
+  All the day they hunted,
+    And nothing could they find
+  But a ship a-sailing,
+    A-sailing with the wind.
+
+  One said it was a ship,
+    The other he said, nay;
+  The third said it was a house,
+    With the chimney blown away.
+
+  And all the night they hunted,
+    And nothing could they find
+  But the moon a-gliding,
+    A-gliding with the wind.
+
+  One said it was the moon,
+    The other he said, nay;
+  The third said it was a cheese,
+    And half o't cut away.
+
+  And all the day they hunted,
+    And nothing could they find
+  But a hedgehog in a bramble bush,
+    And that they left behind.
+
+  The first said it was a hedgehog,
+    The second he said, nay;
+  The third it was a pincushion,
+    And the pins stuck in wrong way.
+
+  And all the night they hunted,
+    And nothing could they find
+  But a hare in a turnip field,
+    And that they left behind.
+
+  The first said it was a hare,
+    The second he said, nay;
+  The third said it was a calf,
+    And the cow had run away.
+
+  And all the day they hunted,
+    And nothing could they find
+  But an owl in a holly tree,
+    And that they left behind.
+
+  One said it was an owl,
+    The other he said, nay;
+  The third said 'twas an old man,
+    And his beard growing grey.
+
+
+CCXCI.
+
+  Is John Smith within?--
+  Yes, that he is.
+  Can he set a shoe?--
+  Ay, marry, two,
+  Here a nail, there a nail,
+  Tick, tack, too.
+
+
+CCXCII.
+
+  Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep,
+  They met together in Grace-church Street;
+  In and out, in and out, over the way,
+  Oh! says Johnny, 'tis chop-nose day.
+
+
+CCXCIII.
+
+  Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,
+  Apple seed and apple thorn;
+  Wine, brier, limber-lock,
+  Five geese in a flock,
+  Sit and sing by a spring,
+  O-U-T, and in again.
+
+
+CCXCIV.
+
+    [The game of water-skimming is of high antiquity, being
+    mentioned by Julius Pollux, and also by Eustathius, in his
+    commentary upon Homer. Brand quotes a curious passage from
+    Minucius Felix; but all antiquaries seem to have overlooked
+    the very curious notice in Higgins' adaptation of Junius's
+    'Nomenclator,' 8vo, London, 1585, p. 299, where it is called
+    "a duck and a drake, and a halfe-penie cake." Thus it is
+    probable that lines like the following were employed in this
+    game as early as 1585; and it may be that the last line has
+    recently furnished a hint to Mathews in his amusing song in
+    'Patter _v_. Clatter.']
+
+      A duck and a drake,
+      A nice barley-cake,
+  With a penny to pay the old baker;
+      A hop and a scotch,
+      Is another notch,
+  Slitherum, slatherum, take her.
+
+
+CCXCV.
+
+  See, Saw, Margery Daw,
+  Sold her bed and lay upon straw;
+  Was not she a dirty slut,
+  To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!
+
+
+CCXCVI.
+
+  See, saw, Margery Daw,
+    Little Jackey shall have a new master;
+  Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day,
+    Because he can't work any faster.
+
+
+CCXCVII.
+
+  1. I am a gold lock.
+  2. I am a gold key.
+  1. I am a silver lock.
+  2. I am a silver key.
+  1. I am a brass lock.
+  2. I am a brass key.
+  1. I am a lead lock.
+  2. I am a lead key.
+  1. I am a monk lock.
+  2. I am a monk key!
+
+
+CCXCVIII.
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
+  To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse;
+  It trots behind, and it ambles before,
+  And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.
+
+
+CCXCIX.
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
+    To see what Tommy can buy;
+  A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
+    And a twopenny apple-pie.
+
+
+CCC.
+
+  Jack be nimble,
+    And Jack be quick:
+  And Jack jump over
+    The candle-stick.
+
+
+CCCI.
+
+    [This should be accompanied by a kind of pantomimic dance, in
+    which the motions of the body and arms express the process of
+    weaving; the motion of the shuttle, &c.]
+
+  Weave the diaper tick-a-tick tick,
+  Weave the diaper tick--
+  Come this way, come that
+  As close as a mat,
+  Athwart and across, up and down, round about,
+  And forwards, and backwards, and inside, and out;
+  Weave the diaper thick-a-thick thick,
+  Weave the diaper thick!
+
+
+CCCII.
+
+    [Used in Somersetshire in counting out the game of pee-wip or
+    pee wit.]
+
+  One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum,
+  Fillison, follison, Nicholson, John,
+  Quever, quauver, Irish Mary,
+  Stenkarum, stankarum, buck!
+
+
+CCCIII.
+
+  Whoop, whoop, and hollow,
+  Good dogs won't follow,
+  Without the hare cries "pee wit."
+
+
+CCCIV.
+
+  Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,
+    One ran away,
+    The other wouldn't stay,--
+  Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.
+
+
+CCCV.
+
+  There were two blackbirds,
+      Sitting on a hill,
+  The one nam'd Jack,
+      The other nam'd Jill;
+    Fly away Jack!
+    Fly away Jill!
+    Come again Jack!
+    Come again Jill!
+
+
+CCCVI.
+
+  Tip, top, tower,
+  Tumble down in an hour.
+
+
+CCCVII.
+
+  1. I went up one pair of stairs.
+  2. Just like me.
+  1. I went up two pair of stairs.
+  2. Just like me.
+  1. I went into a room.
+  2. Just like me.
+  1. I looked out of a window.
+  2. Just like me.
+  1. And there I saw a monkey.
+  2. Just like me.
+
+
+CCCVIII.
+
+  Number number nine, this hoop's mine;
+  Number number ten, take it back again.
+
+
+CCCIX.
+
+    Here goes my lord
+  A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,
+    Here goes my lady
+  A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!
+      Here goes my young master
+    Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch:
+      Here goes my young miss,
+    An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!
+  The footman lays behind to tipple ale and wine,
+  And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.
+
+
+CCCX.
+
+    [This is acted by two or more girls, who walk or dance up
+    and down, turning, when they say, "turn, cheeses, turn." The
+    "green cheeses," as I am informed, are made with sage and
+    potatoe-tops. Two girls are said to be "cheese and cheese."]
+
+  Green cheese, yellow laces,
+  Up and down the market-places,
+    Turn, cheeses, turn!
+
+
+CCCXI.
+
+  To market ride the gentlemen,
+    So do we, so do we;
+  Then comes the country clown,
+    Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;
+  First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim;
+  Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;
+  Then comes the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.
+
+
+CCCXII.
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross;
+  To see what Emma can buy;
+  A penny white cake I'll buy for her sake,
+  And a twopenny tart or a pie.
+
+
+CCCXIII.
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
+  To see an old lady upon a white horse,
+  Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
+  And so she makes music wherever she goes.
+
+
+CCCXIV.
+
+    [Song set to five toes.]
+
+  1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;
+  2. What to do there? says that pig;
+  3. To look for my mother, says this pig;
+  4. What to do with her? says that pig;
+  5. Kiss her to death, says this pig.
+
+
+CCCXV.
+
+    [A number of boys and girls stand round one in the middle, who
+    repeats the following lines, counting the children until one
+    is counted out by the end of the verses.]
+
+  Ring me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3),
+  As I go round (4), ring by ring (5),
+  A virgin (6) goes a maying (7),
+  Here's a flower (8), and there's a flower (9),
+  Growing in my lady's garden (10),
+  If you set your foot awry (11),
+  Gentle John will make you cry (12),
+  If you set your foot amiss (13),
+  Gentle John (14) will give you a kiss.
+
+    [The child upon whom (14) falls is then taken out, and
+    forced to select one of the other sex. The middle child then
+    proceeds.]
+
+  This [lady or gentleman] is none of ours,
+  Has put [him or her] self in [the selected child's] power,
+  So clap all hands, and ring all bells, and make the wedding o'er.
+
+    [_All clap hands._]
+
+    [If the child taken by lot joins in the clapping, the selected
+    child is rejected, and I believe takes the middle place.
+    Otherwise, I think, there is a salute.]
+
+
+CCCXVI.
+
+    [Another game, played exclusively by boys. Two, who are fixed
+    upon for the purpose, leave the group, and privately arrange
+    that the pass-word shall be some implement of a particular
+    trade. The trade is announced in the dialogue, and then the
+    fun is, that the unfortunate wight who guesses the "tool" is
+    beaten with the caps of his fellows till he reaches a fixed
+    goal, after which he goes out in turn.]
+
+  "Two broken tradesmen,
+    Newly come over,
+  The one from France and Scotland,
+    The other from Dover."
+  "What's your trade?"
+
+    [Carpenters, nailors, smiths, tinkers, or any other is
+    answered, and on guessing the instrument "plane him, hammer
+    him, rasp him, or solder him," is called out respectively
+    during the period of punishment.]
+
+
+CCCXVII.
+
+  Clap hands, clap hands,
+    Hie Tommy Randy,
+  Did you see my good man?
+    They call him Cock-a-bandy.
+
+  Silken Stockings on his legs,
+    Silver buckles glancin',
+  A sky-blue bonnet on his head,
+    And oh, but he is handsome.
+
+
+CCCXVIII.
+
+    [A song set to five fingers.]
+
+  1. This pig went to market;
+  2. This pig staid at home;
+  3. This pig had a bit of meat;
+  4. And this pig had none;
+  5. This pig said, Wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home.
+
+
+CCCXIX.
+
+    [Children hunting bats.]
+
+  Bat, bat, (_clap hands_,)
+  Come under my hat,
+    And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
+  And when I bake,
+  I'll give you a cake,
+    If I am not mistaken.
+
+
+CCCXX.
+
+    [A game at ball.]
+
+  Cuckoo, cherry tree,
+  Catch a bird, and give it to me;
+  Let the tree be high or low,
+  Let it hail, rain, or snow.
+
+
+CCCXXI.
+
+    [Two of the strongest children are selected, A and B; A stands
+    within a ring of the children, B being outside.]
+
+  A. Who is going round my sheepfold?
+  B. Only poor old Jacky Lingo.
+  A. Don't steal any of my black sheep.
+  B. No, no more I will, only by one,
+  Up, says Jacky Lingo. (_Strikes one._)
+
+    [The child struck leaves the ring, and takes hold of B behind;
+    B in the same manner takes the other children, one by one,
+    gradually increasing his tail on each repetition of the
+    verses, until he has got the whole; A then tries to get them
+    back; B runs away with them; they try to shelter themselves
+    behind B; A drags them off, one by one, setting them against
+    a wall, until he has recovered all. A regular tearing game, as
+    children say.]
+
+
+CCCXXII.
+
+            Highty cock O!
+            To London we go,
+            To York we ride;
+  And Edward has pussy-cat tied to his side;
+  He shall have little dog tied to the other,
+  And then he goes trid trod to see his grandmother.
+
+
+CCCXXIII.
+
+  This is the key of the kingdom.
+  In that kingdom there is a city.
+  In that city there is a town.
+  In that town there is a street.
+  In that street there is a lane.
+  In that lane there is a yard.
+  In that yard there is a house.
+  In that house there is a room.
+  In that room there is a bed.
+  On that bed there is a basket.
+  In that basket there are some flowers.
+  Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, &c. &c.
+
+
+CCCXXIV.
+
+    [Children stand round, and are counted one by one, by means
+    of this rhyme. The child upon whom the last number falls is
+    _out_, for "Hide or Seek," or any other game where a victim is
+    required. A cock and bull story of this kind is related of the
+    historian Josephus. There are other versions of this, and one
+    may be seen in 'Blackwood's Magazine' for August, 1821, p.
+    36.]
+
+  Hickory (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3),
+  The mouse ran up the clock (4),
+  The clock struck one (5),
+  The mouse was gone (6);
+  O (7), U (8), T (9), spells OUT!
+
+
+CCCXXV.
+
+  One old Oxford ox opening oysters;
+  Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tadbury;
+  Three tall tigers tippling tenpenny tea;
+  Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;
+  Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;
+  Six sportsmen shooting snipes;
+  Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;
+  Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;
+  Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;
+  Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinderboxes with ten tenpenny
+          tacks;
+  Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;
+  Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.
+
+
+CCCXXVI.
+
+    [The following lines are sung by children when starting for a
+    race.]
+
+  Good horses, bad horses,
+    What is the time of day?
+  Three o'clock, four o'clock,
+    Now fare you away.
+
+
+CCCXXVII.
+
+  See-saw, jack a daw,
+  What is a craw to do wi' her?
+  She has not a stocking to put on her,
+  And the craw has not one for to gi' her.
+
+
+CCCXXVIII.
+
+    [The following is a game played as follows: A string of
+    boys and girls, each holding by his predecessor's skirts,
+    approaches two others, who with joined and elevated hands form
+    a double arch. After the dialogue, the line passes through,
+    and the last is caught by a sudden lowering of the arms--if
+    possible.]
+
+  How many miles is it to Babylon?--
+  Threescore miles and ten.
+  Can I get there by candle-light?--
+  Yes, and back again!
+  If your heels are nimble and light,
+  You may get there by candle-light.
+
+
+CCCXXIX.
+
+  Clap hands, clap hands!
+    Till father comes home;
+  For father's got money,
+    But mother's got none.
+        Clap hands, &c.
+          Till father, &c.
+
+
+CCCXXX.
+
+  See-saw sacradown,
+  Which is the way to London town?
+  One foot up, and the other down,
+  And that is the way to London town.
+
+
+CCCXXXI.
+
+  Here stands a post,
+  Who put it there?
+  A better man than you;
+  Touch it if you dare!
+
+
+CCCXXXII.
+
+    [A stands with a row of girls (her daughters) behind her; B, a
+    suitor, advances.]
+
+  B.  Trip trap over the grass: If you please will you let one of
+            your [eldest] daughters come,
+        Come and dance with me?
+        I will give you pots and pans, I will give you brass,
+        I will give you anything for a pretty lass.
+  A.  says, "No."
+  B.  I will give you gold and silver, I will give you pearl,
+        I will give you anything for a pretty girl.
+  A.  Take one, take one, the fairest you may see.
+  B.  The fairest one that I can see
+        Is pretty Nancy,--come to me.
+
+    [B carries one off, and says:]
+
+        You shall have a duck, my dear,
+        And you shall have a drake,
+        And you shall have a young man
+            apprentice for your sake.
+
+    [Children say:]
+
+  If this young man should happen to die,
+    And leave this poor woman a widow,
+  The bells shall all ring, and the birds shall all sing,
+    And we'll all clap hands together.
+
+    [So it is repeated until the whole are taken.]
+
+
+CCCXXXIII.
+
+    [The "Three Knights of Spain" is a game played in nearly the
+    same manner as the preceding. The _dramatis personæ_ form
+    themselves in two parties, one representing a courtly dame
+    and her daughters, the other the suitors of the daughters.
+    The last party, moving backwards and forwards, with their arms
+    entwined, approach and recede from the mother party, which
+    is stationary, singing to a very sweet air. See Chambers'
+    'Popular Rhymes,' p. 66.]
+
+
+_Suitors._
+
+  We are three brethren out of Spain,
+  Come to court your daughter Jane.
+
+_Mother._
+
+  My daughter Jane she is too young,
+  And has not learned her mother tongue.
+
+_Suitors._
+
+  Be she young, or be she old,
+  For her beauty she must be sold.
+  So fare you well, my lady gay,
+  We'll call again another day.
+
+_Mother._
+
+  _Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
+  And rub thy spurs till they be bright._
+
+_Suitors._
+
+  Of my spurs take you no thought,
+  For in this town they were not bought,
+  So fare you well, my lady gay,
+  We'll call again another day.
+
+_Mother._
+
+  _Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
+  And take the fairest in your sight._
+
+_Suitor._
+
+  The fairest maid that I can see,
+  Is pretty Nancy,--come to me.
+
+  Here comes your daughter safe and sound,
+  Every pocket with a thousand pound;
+  Every finger with a gay gold ring;
+  Please to take your daughter in.
+
+
+CCCXXXIV.
+
+    [A game on the slate.]
+
+  Eggs, butter, bread,
+  Stick, stock, stone dead!
+  Stick him up, stick him down,
+  Stick him in the old man's crown!
+
+
+CCCXXXV.
+
+    [In the following childish amusement, one extends his arm, and
+    the other in illustration of the narrative, strikes him gently
+    with the side of his hand at the shoulder and wrist; and then
+    at the word "middle," with considerable force, on the flexor
+    muscles at the elbow-joint.]
+
+  My father was a Frenchman,
+    He bought for me a fiddle,
+  He cut me here, he cut me here,
+    He cut me right in the middle.
+
+
+CCCXXXVI.
+
+    [Patting the foot on the five toes.]
+
+  Shoe the colt, shoe!
+    Shoe the wild mare;
+  Put a sack on her back,
+    See if she'll bear.
+  If she'll bear,
+    We'll give her some grains;
+  If she won't bear,
+    We'll dash out her brains!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+CCCXXXVII.
+
+    [Game on a child's features.]
+
+  Here sits the Lord Mayor              _forehead_.
+    Here sit his two men                _eyes_.
+  Here sits the cock                    _right cheek_.
+    Here sits the hen                   _left cheek_.
+  Here sit the little chickens          _tip of nose_.
+    Here they run in                    _mouth_.
+  Chinchopper, chinchopper,
+    Chinchopper, chin!                  _chuck the chin_.
+
+
+CCCXXXVIII.
+
+    [A play with the face. The child exclaims:]
+
+  Ring the bell!       _giving a lock of its hair a pull._
+  Knock at the door!   _tapping its forehead._
+  Draw the latch!      _pulling up its nose._
+  And walk in!         _opening its mouth and putting in its finger._
+
+
+CCCXXXIX.
+
+    [An exercise during which the fingers of the child are
+    enumerated.]
+
+  Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,
+  Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn.
+  Long back'd Gray
+  Carried it away.
+  Old Mid-man sat and saw,
+  But Peesy-weesy paid for a'.
+
+
+CCCXL.
+
+  This pig went to market,
+    Squeak mouse, mouse, mousey;
+  Shoe, shoe, shoe the wild colt,
+    And here's my own doll, Dowsy.
+
+
+CCCXLI.
+
+    [From Yorkshire. A game to alarm children.]
+
+  Flowers, flowers, high-do!
+  Sheeny, greeny, rino!--
+    Sheeny greeny,
+    Sheeny greeny,
+  Rum tum fra!
+
+
+CCCXLII.
+
+  1. This pig went to the barn.
+  2. This eat all the corn.
+  3. This said he would tell.
+  4. This said he wasn't well.
+  5. This went week, week, week, over the door sill.
+
+
+CCCXLIII.
+
+    [The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady
+    of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my
+    way.]
+
+  Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,
+  With three small children in her hand:
+  One can brew, the other can bake,
+  The other can make a pretty round cake.
+  One can sit in the garden and spin,
+  Another can make a fine bed for the king;
+  Pray ma'am will you take one in?
+
+
+CCCXLIV.
+
+  I can make diet bread,
+    Thick and thin;
+  I can make diet bread,
+    Fit for the king.
+
+
+CCCXLV.
+
+  Here we come a piping,
+  First in spring, and then in May;
+  The queen she sits upon the sand,
+  Fair as a lily, white as a wand:
+  King John has sent you letters three,
+  And begs you'll read them unto me.--
+  We can't read one without them all,
+  So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball!
+
+
+CCCXLVI.
+
+  The first day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The second day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Two turtle doves and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The third day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The fourth day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The fifth day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Five gold rings,
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The sixth day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Six geese a laying,
+  Five gold rings,
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The seventh day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Seven swans a swimming,
+  Six geese a laying,
+  Five gold rings,
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The eighth day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Eight maids a milking,
+  Seven swans a swimming,
+  Six geese a laying,
+  Five gold rings,
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The ninth day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Nine drummers drumming,
+  Eight maids a milking,
+  Seven swans a swimming,
+  Six geese a laying,
+  Five gold rings,
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The tenth day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Ten pipers piping,
+  Nine drummers drumming,
+  Eight maids a milking,
+  Seven swans a swimming,
+  Six geese a laying,
+  Five gold rings,
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The eleventh day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Eleven ladies dancing,
+  Ten pipers piping,
+  Nine drummers drumming,
+  Eight maids a milking,
+  Seven swans a swimming,
+  Six geese a laying,
+  Five gold rings,
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+  The twelfth day of Christmas,
+  My true love sent to me
+  Twelve lords a leaping,
+  Eleven ladies dancing,
+  Ten pipers piping,
+  Nine drummers drumming,
+  Eight maids a milking,
+  Seven swans a swimming,
+  Six geese a laying,
+  Five gold rings,
+  Four colly birds,
+  Three French hens,
+  Two turtle doves, and
+  A partridge in a pear tree.
+
+    [Each child in succession repeats the gifts of the day, and
+    forfeits for each mistake. This accumulative process is a
+    favorite with children: in early writers, such as Homer, the
+    repetition of messages, &c. pleases on the same principle.]
+
+
+CCCXLVII.
+
+    [A game on the fingers.]
+
+  Heetum peetum penny pie,
+  Populorum gingum gie;
+  East, West, North, South,
+  Kirby, Kendal, Cock him out!
+
+
+CCCXLVIII.
+
+    [A game-rhyme.]
+
+  Trip and go, heave and hoe,
+  Up and down, to and fro;
+  From the town to the grove
+  Two and two let us rove,
+  A-maying, a-playing;
+  Love hath no gainsaying;
+  So merrily trip and go,
+  So merrily trip and go!
+
+
+CCCXLIX.
+
+  This is the way the ladies ride;
+      Tri, tre, tre, tree,
+      Tri, tre, tre, tree!
+  This is the way the ladies ride,
+      Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!
+
+  This is the way the gentlemen ride;
+      Gallop-a-trot,
+      Gallop-a-trot!
+  This is the way the gentlemen ride,
+      Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
+
+  This is the way the farmers ride;
+      Hobbledy-hoy,
+      Hobbledy-hoy!
+  This is the way the farmers ride,
+      Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!
+
+
+CCCL.
+
+  There was a man, and his name was Dob,
+  And he had a wife, and her name was Mob,
+  And he had a dog, and he called it Cob,
+  And she had a cat, called Chitterabob.
+          Cob, says Dob,
+          Chitterabob, says Mob,
+          Cob was Dob's dog,
+          Chitterabob Mob's cat.
+
+
+CCCLI.
+
+    [Two children sit opposite to each other; the first turns her
+    fingers one over the other, and says:]
+
+  "May my geese fly over your barn?"
+
+    [The other answers, Yes, if they'll do no harm. Upon which
+    the first unpacks the fingers of her hand, and waving it over
+    head, says:]
+
+  "Fly over his barn and eat all his corn."
+
+
+CCCLII.
+
+  Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
+  Now we dance looby, looby, light,
+  Shake your right hand a little
+  And turn you round about.
+
+  Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
+  Shake your right hand a little,
+  Shake your left hand a little,
+  And turn you round about.
+
+  Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
+  Shake your right hand a little,
+  Shake your left hand a little,
+  Shake your right foot a little,
+  And turn you round about.
+
+  Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
+  Shake your right hand a little,
+  Shake your left hand a little,
+  Shake your right foot a little,
+  Shake your left foot a little,
+  And turn you round about.
+
+  Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
+  Shake your right hand a little,
+  Shake your left hand a little,
+  Shake your right foot a little,
+  Shake your left foot a little,
+  Shake your head a little,
+  And turn you round about.
+
+    [Children dance round first, then stop and shake the hand, &c.
+    then turn slowly round, and then dance in a ring again.]
+
+
+CCCLIII.
+
+THE OLD DAME.
+
+    [One child, called the Old Dame, sits on the floor, and the
+    rest, joining hands, form a circle round her, and dancing,
+    sing the following lines:]
+
+  _Children._ To Beccles! to Beccles!
+              To buy a bunch of nettles!
+              Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock?
+
+  _Dame._ One, going for two.
+
+  _Children._ To Beccles! to Beccles!
+              To buy a bunch of nettles!
+              Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock?
+
+  _Dame._ Two, going for three.
+
+    [And so on till she reaches, "Eleven going for twelve." After
+    this the following questions are asked, with the replies.--C.
+    Where have you been? D. To the wood. C. What for? D. To pick
+    up sticks. C. What for? D. To light my fire. C. What for?
+    D. To boil my kettle. C. What for? D. To cook some of your
+    chickens. The children then all run away as fast as they can,
+    and the Old Dame tries to catch one of them. Whoever is caught
+    is the next to personate the Dame.]
+
+
+CCCLIV.
+
+DROP-GLOVE.
+
+    [Children stand round in a circle, leaving a space between
+    each. One walks round the outside, and carries a glove in her
+    hand, saying:]
+
+  I've a glove in my hand,
+                      Hittity Hot!
+  Another in my other hand,
+                      Hotter than that!
+  So I sow beans, and so they come up,
+  Some in a mug, and some in a cup.
+  I sent a letter to my love,
+  I lost it, I lost it!
+  I found it, I found it!
+  It burns, it scalds.
+
+    [Repeating the last words very rapidly, till she drops the
+    glove behind one of them, and whoever has the glove must
+    overtake her, following her exactly in and out till she
+    catches her. If the pursuer makes a mistake in the pursuit,
+    she loses, and the game is over; otherwise she continues the
+    game with the glove.]
+
+
+CCCLV.
+
+    [In the following, the various parts of the countenance are
+    touched as the lines are repeated; and at the close the chin
+    is struck playfully, that the tongue may be gently bitten.]
+
+  Eye winker,
+  Tom Tinker,
+        Nose dropper.
+  Mouth eater,
+  Chin chopper,
+    Chin chopper.
+
+
+CCCLVI.
+
+  Thumb bold,
+  Thibity-thold,
+  Langman,
+  Lick pan,
+  Mama's little man.
+
+
+CCCLVII.
+
+    [A game of the fox.]
+
+      Fox a fox, a brummalary,
+      How many miles to Lummaflary? Lummabary.
+
+  A.  Eight and eight, and a hundred and eight.
+      How shall I get home to night?
+
+  A.  Spin your legs, and run fast.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CCCLVIII.
+
+    [A Christmas custom in Lancashire. The boys dress themselves
+    up with ribands, and perform various pantomimes, after which
+    one of them, who has a blackened face, a rough skin coat, and
+    a broom in his hand, sings as follows.]
+
+  Here come I,
+    Little David Doubt;
+  If you don't give me money,
+    I'll sweep you all out.
+  Money I want,
+    And money I crave;
+  If you don't give me money,
+    I'll sweep you all to the grave!
+
+
+CCCLIX.
+
+    [The following lines are said by the nurse when moving the
+    child's foot up and down.]
+
+  The dog of the kill,[*]
+  He went to the mill
+    To lick mill-dust:
+  The miller he came
+  With a stick on his back,--
+    Home, dog, home!
+  The foot behind,
+    The foot before:
+  When he came to a stile,
+    Thus he jumped o'er.
+
+    [Footnote *: That is, kiln.]
+
+
+CCCLX.
+
+    [The following lines are repeated by the nurse when sliding
+    her hand down the child's face.]
+
+
+  My mother and your mother
+    Went over the way;
+  Said my mother to your mother,
+    It's chop-a-nose day!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: _Paradox_]
+
+ELEVENTH CLASS--PARADOXES.
+
+
+CCCLXI.
+
+    [The following is quoted in Parkin's reply to Dr. Stukeley's
+    second number of 'Origines Roystonianæ,' 4to, London, 1748, p.
+    vi.]
+
+  Peter White will ne'er go right,
+    Would you know the reason why?
+  He follows his nose where'er he goes,
+    And that stands all awry.
+
+
+CCCLXII.
+
+  O that I was where I would be,
+  Then would I be where I am not!
+  But where I am must be,
+  And where I would be I cannot.
+
+
+CCCLXIII.
+
+    [The following was sung to the tune of Chevy Chase. It was
+    taken from a poetical tale in the 'Choyce Poems,' 12mo,
+    London, 1662, the music to which may be seen in D'Urfey's
+    'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p. 1.]
+
+  Three children sliding on the ice
+    Upon a summer's day,
+  As it fell out, they all fell in,
+    The rest they ran away.
+
+  Now had these children been at home,
+    Or sliding on dry ground,
+  Ten thousand pounds to one penny,
+    They had not all been drown'd.
+
+  You parents all that children have,
+    And you that have got none,
+  If you would have them safe abroad,
+    Pray keep them safe at home.
+
+
+CCCLXIV.
+
+  There was a man of Newington,
+    And he was wond'rous wise,
+  He jump'd into a quickset hedge,
+    And scratch'd out both his eyes:
+  But when he saw his eyes were out,
+    With all his might and main,
+  He jump'd into another hedge,
+    And scratch'd 'em in again.
+
+
+CCCLXV.
+
+  Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,
+  There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger;
+  Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack,
+  A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.
+
+
+CCCLXVI.
+
+  I would if I cou'd,
+  If I cou'dn't, how cou'd I?
+  I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I?
+  Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?
+  Cou'd ye, cou'd ye?
+  Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?
+
+
+CCCLXVII.
+
+  If all the world was apple-pie,
+  And all the sea was ink,
+  And all the trees were bread and cheese,
+  What should we have for drink?
+
+
+CCCLXVIII.
+
+  Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!
+  When you're well, 'twill make you sick:
+  Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!
+  'Twill make you well when you are sick.
+
+
+CCCLXIX.
+
+    [The following occurs in a MS. of the seventeenth century, in
+    the Sloane Collection, the reference to which I have mislaid.]
+
+  The man in the wilderness asked me,
+  How many strawberries grew in the sea?
+  I answered him, as I thought good,
+  As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
+
+
+CCCLXX.
+
+    [The conclusion of the following resembles a verse in the
+    nursery history of Mother Hubbard.]
+
+  There was an old woman, and what do you think?
+  She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:
+  Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;
+  This tiresome old woman could never be quiet.
+
+  She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,
+  And when she came home her old husband was dead;
+  She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
+  And when she came back her old husband was well.
+
+
+CCCLXXI.
+
+  Here am I, little jumping Joan;
+  When nobody's with me,
+  I'm always alone.
+
+
+CCCLXXII.
+
+There was an old woman had nothing,
+  And there came thieves to rob her;
+When she cried out she made no noise,
+  But all the country heard her.
+
+
+CCCLXXIII.
+
+  There was a little Guinea-pig,
+  Who, being little, was not big;
+  He always walked upon his feet,
+  And never fasted when he eat.
+
+  When from a place he ran away,
+  He never at that place did stay;
+  And while he ran, as I am told,
+  He ne'er stood still for young or old.
+
+  He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,
+  And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;
+  Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
+  He knew a mouse was not a rat.
+
+  One day, as I am certified,
+  He took a whim and fairly died;
+  And, as I'm told by men of sense,
+  He never has been living since.
+
+
+CCCLXXIV.
+
+    [Mind your punctuation!]
+
+  I saw a peacock with a fiery tail,
+  I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,
+  I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,
+  I saw an oak creep upon the ground,
+  I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,
+  I saw the sea brimful of ale,
+  I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,
+  I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,
+  I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,
+  I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,
+  I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,
+  I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.
+
+
+CCCLXXV.
+
+  My true love lives far from me,
+      Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
+  Many a rich present he sends to me,
+      Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,
+      Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
+
+  He sent me a goose, without a bone;
+  He sent me a cherry, without a stone.
+                        Petrum, &c.
+
+  He sent me a Bible, no man could read;
+  He sent me a blanket, without a thread.
+                        Petrum, &c.
+
+  How could there be a goose without a bone?
+  How could there be a cherry without a stone?
+                        Petrum, &c.
+
+  How could there be a Bible no man could read?
+  How could there be a blanket without a thread?
+                        Petrum, &c.
+
+  When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;
+  When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.
+                        Petrum, &c.
+
+  When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read;
+  When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread.
+                        Petrum, &c.
+
+
+CCCLXXVI.
+
+  There was a man and he was mad,
+  And he jump'd into a pea-swad;[A]
+  The pea-swad was over-full,
+  So he jump'd into a roaring bull;
+  The roaring bull was over-fat,
+  So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;
+  The gentleman's hat was over-fine,
+  So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;
+  The bottle of wine was over-dear,
+  So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;
+  The bottle of beer was over-thick,
+  So he jump'd into a club-stick;
+  The club-stick was over-narrow,
+  So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;
+  The wheel-barrow began to crack,
+  So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;
+  The hay-stack began to blaze,
+  So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!
+
+    [Footnote A: The pod or shell of a pea.]
+
+
+CCCLXXVII.
+
+  I saw a ship a-sailing,
+    A-sailing on the sea;
+  And, oh! it was all laden
+    With pretty things for thee!
+
+  There were comfits in the cabin,
+    And apples in the hold;
+  The sails were made of silk,
+    And the masts were made of gold:
+
+  The four-and-twenty sailors,
+    That stood between the decks,
+  Were four-and-twenty white mice,
+    With chains about their necks.
+
+  The captain was a duck,
+    With a packet on his back;
+  And when the ship began to move,
+    The captain said, "Quack! quack!"
+
+
+CCCLXXVIII.
+
+  Barney Bodkin broke his nose,
+  Without feet we can't have toes;
+  Crazy folks are always mad,
+  Want of money makes us sad.
+
+
+CCCLXXIX.
+
+  If a man who turnips cries
+  Cries not when his father dies,
+  It is a proof that he would rather
+  Have a turnip than his father.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+TWELFTH CLASS--LULLABIES.
+
+
+CCCLXXX.
+
+  Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,
+  And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;
+  Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,--
+  Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.
+
+
+CCCLXXXI.
+
+  Dance, little baby, dance up high,
+  Never mind, baby, mother is by;
+  Crow and caper, caper and crow,
+  There, little baby, there you go;
+  Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.
+  Backwards and forwards, round and round;
+  Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
+  With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!
+
+
+CCCLXXXII.
+
+    [The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,'
+    fol., London, 1611, p. 3.]
+
+  To market, to market,
+    To buy a plum bun:
+  Home again, come again,
+    Market is done.
+
+
+CCCLXXXIII.
+
+  Dance to your daddy,
+  My little babby,
+  Dance to your daddy;
+  My little lamb.
+
+  You shall have a fishy,
+  In a little dishy;
+  You shall have a fishy
+  When the boat comes in.
+
+
+CCCLXXXIV.
+
+  Tom shall have a new bonnet,
+  With blue ribbands to tie on it,
+  With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,
+  Who so like to Tommy's daddy?
+
+
+CCCLXXXV.
+
+  Bye, baby bumpkin,
+  Where's Tony Lumpkin?
+  My lady's on her death-bed,
+  With eating half a pumpkin.
+
+
+CCCLXXXVI.
+
+    [From 'The Pleasant Com[oe]die of Patient Grissell,' 1603.]
+
+  Hush, hush, hush, hush!
+  And I dance mine own child,
+  And I dance mine own child,
+  Hush, hush, hush, hush!
+
+
+CCCLXXXVII.
+
+  Hush thee, my babby,
+  Lie still with thy daddy,
+    Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
+  To grind thee some wheat,
+  To make thee some meat,
+    And so, my dear babby, lie still.
+
+
+CCCLXXXVIII.
+
+  Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+    And hey, my kitten, my deary!
+  Such a sweet pet as this
+    Was neither far nor neary.
+
+  Here we go up, up, up,
+    And here we go down, down, downy;
+  And here we go backwards and forwards,
+    And here we go round, round, roundy.
+
+
+CCCLXXXIX.
+
+  I won't be my father's Jack,
+    I won't be my mother's Gill,
+  I will be the fiddler's wife,
+    And have music when I will.
+      T'other little tune,
+      T'other little tune,
+      Pr'ythee, love, play me
+      T'other little tune.
+
+
+CCCXC.
+
+  Danty baby diddy,
+  What can a mammy do wid'e,
+    But sit in a lap,
+    And give 'un a pap?
+  Sing danty baby diddy.
+
+
+CCCXCI.
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
+  Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
+  And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
+  And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.
+
+
+CCCXCII.
+
+      Bye, O my baby!
+      When I was a lady,
+  O then my poor baby did'nt cry!
+      But my baby is weeping,
+      For want of good keeping,
+  Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!
+
+
+CCCXCIII.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,
+    Hush-a-bye a milk cow,
+  You shall have a little stick
+    To beat the naughty bow-wow.
+
+
+CCCXCIV.
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
+  When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
+  When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
+  Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
+
+
+CCCXCV.
+
+      Ride, baby, ride,
+      Pretty baby shall ride,
+  And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,
+  And little pussy-cat tied to the other,
+  And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,
+      To see her grandmother,
+      To see her grandmother.
+
+
+CCCXCVI.
+
+  Bye, baby bunting,
+  Daddy's gone a hunting,
+  To get a little hare's skin
+  To wrap a baby bunting in.
+
+
+CCCXCVII.
+
+  Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,
+    Why did they vex my baby?
+  Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,
+    And cuddle your nurse, my deary.
+
+
+CCCXCVIII.
+
+  My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,
+  My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy;
+  Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,
+  Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.
+
+
+CCCXCIX.
+
+    [A favourite lullaby in the north of England fifty years ago,
+    and perhaps still heard. The last word is pronounced _bee_.]
+
+  Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,
+  It grieves me sore to see thee weep,
+  For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,
+  Hush-a-bye, lie still and _bye_.
+
+
+CCCC.
+
+    [From _Yorkshire_ and _Essex_. A nursery-cry.--It is also
+    sometimes sung in the streets by boys who have small figures
+    of wool, wood, or gypsum, &c. of lambs to sell.]
+
+      Young Lambs to sell!
+      Young Lambs to sell!
+  If I'd as much money as I can tell,
+  I never would cry--Young Lambs to sell!
+
+
+CCCCI.
+
+    [From _Yorkshire_. A nursery-cry.]
+
+  Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!
+  Come, my ladies, come and buy;
+  Else your babies they will cry.
+
+
+CCCCII.
+
+  To market, to market,
+    To buy a plum cake;
+  Home again, home again,
+    Ne'er a one baked;
+  The baker is dead and all his men,
+  And we must go to market again.
+
+
+CCCCIII.
+
+  Rock well my cradle,
+    And "bee baa," my son;
+  You shall have a new gown,
+    When ye lord comes home.
+
+  Oh! still my child, Orange,
+    Still him with a bell;
+  I can't still him, ladie,
+    Till you come down yoursell!
+
+
+CCCCIV.
+
+  Where was a sugar and fretty?
+    And where was jewel and spicy?
+  Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,
+    And we'll go away in a tricy!
+
+
+CCCCV.
+
+  I'll buy you a tartan bonnet,
+  And some feathers to put on it,
+  Tartan trews and a phillibeg,
+  Because you are so like your daddy.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THIRTEENTH CLASS--JINGLES.
+
+
+CCCCVI.
+
+    [The first line of the following is the burden of a song in
+    the 'Tempest,' act i, sc. 2. and also of one in the 'Merchant
+    of Venice, act iii, sc. 2.]
+
+  Ding dong bell,
+  Pussy's in the well!
+  Who put her in?--
+  Little Tommy Lin.
+  Who pulled her out?--
+  Dog with long snout.
+  What a naughty boy was that
+  To drown poor pussy-cat,
+  Who never did any harm,
+  But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+CCCCVII.
+
+  Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?
+  How many holes in a skimmer?
+  Four and twenty,--my stomach is empty;
+  Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.
+
+
+CCCCVIII.
+
+  Cock a doodle doo!
+  My dame has lost her shoe;
+  My master's lost his fiddling stick,
+  And don't know what to do.
+
+  Cock a doodle doo!
+  What is my dame to do?
+  Till master finds his fiddling stick,
+  She'll dance without her shoe.
+
+  Cock a doodle doo!
+  My dame has lost her shoe,
+  And master's found his fiddling stick,
+  Sing doodle doodle doo!
+
+  Cock a doodle doo!
+  My dame will dance with you,
+  While master fiddles his fiddling stick.
+  For dame and doodle doo.
+
+  Cock a doodle doo!
+  Dame has lost her shoe;
+  Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,
+  And can't tell what to do.
+
+
+CCCCIX.
+
+  Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty;
+  The cat ran up the plum-tree.
+      I'll lay you a crown
+      I'll fetch you down;
+  So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.
+
+
+CCCCX.
+
+  Little Tee Wee,
+  He went to sea
+  In an open boat;
+  And while afloat
+  The little boat bended,
+  And my story's ended.
+
+
+CCCCXI.
+
+  Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
+  The cat has eat the pudding-string;
+  Do, do, what shall I do?
+  The cat has bit it quite in two.
+
+
+CCCCXII.
+
+    [I do not know whether the following may have reference to the
+    game of handy-dandy, mentioned in 'King Lear,' act iv, sc. 6,
+    and in Florio's 'New World of Words,' 1611, p. 57.]
+
+  Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,
+  Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;
+  He bought some at a grocer's shop,
+  And out he came, hop, hop, hop.
+
+
+CCCCXIII.
+
+  Tiddle liddle lightum,
+    Pitch and tar;
+  Tiddle liddle lightum,
+    What's that for?
+
+
+CCCCXIV.
+
+  Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,
+    The table and the frame;
+  My master he did cudgel me
+    For speaking of my dame.
+
+
+CCCCXV.
+
+  Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John
+  Went to bed with his trowsers on;
+  One shoe off, the other shoe on,
+  Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.
+
+
+CCCCXVI.
+
+  Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe.
+  Give me a pancake
+      And I'll go.
+  Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, ditter,
+  Please to give me
+      A bit of a fritter.
+
+
+CCCCXVII.
+
+  Feedum, fiddledum fee,
+  The cat's got into the tree.
+    Pussy, come down,
+    Or I'll crack your crown,
+  And toss you into the sea.
+
+
+CCCCXVIII.
+
+    Little Jack a Dandy
+    Wanted sugar-candy,
+  And fairly for it cried;
+    But little Billy Cook
+    Who always reads his book,
+  Shall have a horse to ride.
+
+
+CCCCXIX.
+
+  Hyder iddle diddle dell,
+  A yard of pudding's not an ell;
+  Not forgetting tweedle-dye,
+  A tailor's goose will never fly.
+
+
+CCCCXX.
+
+  Gilly Silly Jarter,
+  Who has lost a garter?
+    In a shower of rain,
+  The miller found it,
+  The miller ground it,
+    And the miller gave it to Silly again.
+
+
+CCCCXXI.
+
+    Hub a dub dub,
+    Three men in a tub;
+  And who do you think they be?
+    The butcher, the baker,
+    The candlestick-maker;
+  Turn 'em out, knaves all three!
+
+
+CCCCXXII.
+
+  Hey diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,
+  The merchants of London they wear scarlet;
+  Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem,
+  So merrily march the merchantmen.
+
+
+CCCCXXIII.
+
+  Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,
+  The fly shall marry the humble-bee.
+  They went to the church, and married was she,
+  The fly has married the humble-bee.
+
+
+CCCCXXIV.
+
+  Hey, dorolot, dorolot!
+    Hey, dorolay, dorolay!
+  Hey, my bonny boat, bonny boat,
+    Hey, drag away, drag away!
+
+
+CCCCXXV.
+
+  A cat came fiddling out of a barn,
+  With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;
+  She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,
+  The mouse has married the humble-bee;
+  Pipe, cat,--dance, mouse,
+  We'll have a wedding at our good house.
+
+
+CCCCXXVI.
+
+    Hey! diddle, diddle,
+    The cat and the fiddle,
+  The cow jumped over the moon;
+    The little dog laugh'd
+    To see the sport,
+  While the dish ran after the spoon.
+
+
+CCCCXXVII.
+
+  Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan,
+  I'll have a piper to be my good man;
+  And if I get less meat, I shall get game,
+  Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan.
+
+
+CCCCXXVIII.
+
+  Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee
+    Resolved to have a battle,
+  For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee
+    Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
+  Just then flew by a monstrous crow,
+    As big as a tar-barrel,
+  Which frightened both the heroes so,
+    They quite forgot their quarrel.
+
+
+CCCCXXIX.
+
+    Come dance a jig
+    To my Granny's pig,
+  With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy;
+    Come dance a jig
+    To my Granny's pig,
+  And pussy-cat shall crowdy.
+
+
+CCCCXXX.
+
+  Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,
+  When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.
+  The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,
+  Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.
+
+
+CCCCXXXI.
+
+  Ding, dong, darrow,
+  The cat and the sparrow;
+  The little dog has burnt his tail,
+  And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.
+
+
+CCCCXXXII.
+
+  Little Dicky Dilver
+  Had a wife of silver,
+  He took a stick and broke her back,
+  And sold her to the miller;
+  The miller would'nt have her,
+  So he threw her in the river.
+
+
+CCCCXXXIII.
+
+  To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
+    Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
+  Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,
+    Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
+
+
+CCCCXXXIV.
+
+  Doodle, doodle, doo,
+  The princess lost her shoe;
+    Her highness hopp'd,
+    The fidler stopped,
+  Not knowing what to do.
+
+
+CCCCXXXV.
+
+  Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,
+  If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.
+
+
+CCCCXXXVI.
+
+    [Magotty-pie is given in MS. Lands. 1033, fol. 2, as a Wiltshire
+    word for a magpie. See also 'Macbeth,' act iii, sc. 4. The same
+    term occurs in the dictionaries of Hollyband, Cotgrave, and
+    Minsheu.]
+
+  Round about, round about,
+    Magotty-pie,
+  My father loves good ale,
+    And so do I.
+
+
+CCCCXXXVII.
+
+  High, ding, cockatoo-moody,
+  Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;
+  High, ding, straps of leather,
+  Two little puppy-dogs tied together;
+  One by the head, and one by the tail,
+  And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.
+
+
+CCCCXXXVIII.
+
+    [Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be
+    concluded with the Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest
+    favourites--Hey! diddle, diddle. We have endeavoured, as far
+    as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition
+    that could offend the most fastidious ear; but the following
+    annotations on a song we cannot be induced to omit, would
+    appear to suggest that our endeavours are scarcely likely to
+    be attended with success.]
+
+  "Hey! diddle, diddle,
+  The cat and the fiddle"--
+
+    Yes, thee may say that, for that is nonsense.
+
+  "The cow jumped over the moon"--
+
+    Oh no! Mary, thee musn't say that, for that is a falsehood;
+    thee knows a cow could never jump over the moon; but a cow may
+    jump under it; so thee ought to say--"The cow jumped _under_
+    the moon." Yes,--
+
+  "The cow jumped under the moon;
+  The little dog laughed"--
+
+    Oh Mary, stop. How can a little dog laugh? thee knows a
+    little dog can't laugh. Thee ought to say--"The little dog
+    _barked_--to see the sport,"
+
+  "And the dish ran after the spoon"--
+
+    Stop, Mary, stop. A dish could never run after a spoon; thee
+    ought to know that. Thee had better say--"And the _cat_ ran
+    after the spoon." So,--
+
+  "Hey! diddle, diddle,
+  The cat and the fiddle,
+    The cow jump'd _under_ the moon;
+  The little dog _bark'd_,
+  To see the sport,
+    And the _cat_ ran after the spoon!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+FOURTEENTH CLASS.
+
+LOVE AND MATRIMONY.
+
+
+CCCCXXXIX.
+
+  As I was going up Pippen-hill,
+    Pippen-hill was dirty,
+  There I met a pretty miss,
+    And she dropt me a curtsey.
+
+  Little miss, pretty miss,
+    Blessings light upon you!
+  If I had half-a-crown a day,
+    I'd spend it all on you.
+
+
+CCCCXL.
+
+  Brave news is come to town,
+    Brave news is carried;
+  Brave news is come to town,
+    Jemmy Dawson's married.
+
+
+CCCCXLI.
+
+  Willy, Willy Wilkin,
+  Kissed the maids a-milking,
+                    Fa, la, la!
+  And with his merry daffing,
+  He set them all a laughing.
+                    Ha, ha, ha!
+
+
+CCCCXLII.
+
+  It's once I courted as pretty a lass,
+  As ever your eyes did see;
+  But now she's come to such a pass,
+  She never will do for me.
+  She invited me to her own house,
+  Where oft I'd been before,
+  And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,
+  And I'll never go there any more.
+
+
+CCCCXLIII.
+
+  Sylvia, sweet as morning air,
+  Do not drive me to despair:
+  Long have I sighed in vain,
+  Now I am come again,
+    Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,--
+    Will you be mine or no?
+
+  Simon pray leave off your suit,
+  For of your courting you'll reap no fruit,
+  I would rather give a crown
+  Than be married to a clown;
+    Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,--
+    Go, for a booby, go.
+
+
+CCCCXLIV.
+
+  What care I how black I be,
+  Twenty pounds will marry me;
+  If twenty won't, forty shall,
+  I am my mother's bouncing girl!
+
+
+CCCCXLV.
+
+  "Where have you been all the day,
+      My boy Willy?"
+  "I've been all the day,
+  Courting of a lady gay:
+  But oh! she's too young
+  To be taken from her mammy."
+
+  "What work can she do,
+      My boy Willy?
+  Can she bake and can she brew,
+      My boy Willy?"
+  "She can brew and she can bake,
+  And she can make our wedding cake:
+  But oh! she's too young
+  To be taken from her mammy."
+
+  "What age may she be? What age may she be?
+      My boy Willy?"
+  "Twice two, twice seven,
+  Twice ten twice eleven:
+  But oh! she's too young
+  To be taken from her mammy."
+
+
+CCCCXLVI.
+
+    [This is part of a little work called 'Authentic Memoirs of
+    the little Man and the little Maid, with some interesting
+    particulars of their lives,' which I suspect is more modern
+    than the following. Walpole printed a small broadside
+    containing a different version.]
+
+      There was a little man,
+      And he woo'd a little maid,
+  And he said, "little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
+      I have little more to say,
+      Than will you, yea or nay,
+  For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."
+
+      The little maid replied,
+      Some say a little sighed,
+  "But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?
+      Will the love that you're so rich in
+      Make a fire in the kitchen?
+  Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"
+
+
+CCCCXLVII.
+
+  There was a little boy and a little girl
+  Lived in an alley;
+  Says the little boy to the little girl,
+  "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
+
+  Says the little girl to the little boy,
+  "What shall we do?"
+  Says the little boy to the little girl,
+  "I will kiss you."
+
+
+CCCCXLVIII.
+
+    A cow and a calf,
+    An ox and a half,
+  Forty good shillings and three;
+    Is that not enough tocher
+    For a shoe-maker's daughter,
+  A bonny lass with a black e'e?
+
+
+CCCCXLIX.
+
+  O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller!
+  I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.
+
+
+CCCCL.
+
+  As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
+    Were walking out one Sunday,
+  Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
+    "To-morrow will be Monday."
+
+
+CCCCLI.
+
+      Little Jack Jingle,
+      He used to live single:
+  But when he got tired of this kind of life,
+  He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife.
+
+
+CCCCLII.
+
+  When shall we be married,
+    My dear Nicholas Wood?
+  We will be married on Monday,
+    And will not that be very good?
+  What, shall we be married no sooner?
+    Why sure the man's gone wood![*]
+
+  What shall we have for our dinner,
+    My dear Nicholas Wood?
+  We will have bacon and pudding,
+    And will not that be very good?
+  What, shall we have nothing more?
+    Why sure the man's gone wood!
+
+  Who shall we have at our wedding,
+    My dear Nicholas Wood?
+  We will have mammy and daddy,
+    And will not that be very good?
+  What, shall we have nobody else?
+    Why sure the man's gone wood!
+
+    [Footnote *: Mad. This sense of the word has long been
+    obsolete; and exhibits therefore, the antiquity of these
+    lines.]
+
+
+CCCCLIII.
+
+  Tommy Trot, a man of law,
+  Sold his bed and lay upon straw:
+  Sold the straw and slept on grass,
+  To buy his wife a looking-glass.
+
+
+CCCCLIV.
+
+  We're all dry with drinking on't.
+  We're all dry with drinking on't;
+  The piper spoke to the fiddler's wife,
+  And I can't sleep for thinking on't.
+
+
+CCCCLV.
+
+  "John, come sell thy fiddle,
+    And buy thy wife a gown."
+  "No, I'll not sell my fiddle,
+    For ne'er a wife in town."
+
+
+CCCCLVI.
+
+  Up hill and down dale;
+  Butter is made in every vale,
+  And if that Nancy Cook
+  Is a good girl,
+  She shall have a spouse,
+  And make butter anon,
+  Before her old grandmother
+  Grows a young man.
+
+
+CCCCLVII.
+
+  Jack in the pulpit, out and in;
+  Sold his wife for a minikin pin.
+
+
+CCCCLVIII.
+
+  Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see,
+    Did you see my wife looking for me?
+  She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it,
+    And dimity petticoats over her knee.
+
+
+CCCCLIX.
+
+  Rosemary green,
+    And lavender blue,
+  Thyme and sweet marjoram,
+    Hyssop and rue.
+
+
+CCCCLX.
+
+  "Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"
+  "Down in the forest to milk my cow."
+  "Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;
+  When I send for thee, then come thou."
+
+
+CCCCLXI.
+
+      I am a pretty wench,
+      And I come a great way hence,
+  And sweethearts I can get none:
+      But every dirty sow,
+      Can get sweethearts enow,
+  And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.
+
+
+CCCCLXII.
+
+  Birds of a feather flock together,
+    And so will pigs and swine;
+  Rats and mice will have their choice,
+    And so will I have mine.
+
+
+CCCCLXIII.
+
+    [The practice of sowing hempseed on Allhallows Even is often
+    alluded to by earlier writers, and Gay, in his 'Pastorals,'
+    quotes part of the following lines as used on that occasion.]
+
+  Hemp-seed I set,
+    Hemp-seed I sow,
+  The young man that I love,
+    Come after me and mow!
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CCCCLXIV.
+
+  Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
+  His wife could eat no lean;
+  And so, betwixt them both, you see,
+  They lick'd the platter clean.
+
+
+CCCCLXV.
+
+  Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor;
+  He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter;
+  He'd linen and woollen, and woollen and linen,
+  A little pig in a string cost him five shilling.
+
+
+CCCCLXVI.
+
+THE KEYS OF CANTERBURY.
+
+  Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury,
+  To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry,
+  If you will but walk abroad with me,
+  If you will but walk with me.
+
+  Sir, I'll not accept of the keys of Canterbury,
+  To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry;
+  Neither will I walk abroad with thee,
+  Neither will I talk with thee!
+
+  Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb,
+  To comb out your ringlets when I am from home,
+  If you will but walk with me, &c.
+  Sir, I'll not accept, &c.
+
+  Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,[*]
+  One made in London, the other made in York,
+  If you will but walk with me, &c.
+  Sir, I'll not accept, &c.
+
+  Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell,[+]
+  To ring up your maidens when you are not well,
+  If you will but walk with me, &c.
+  Sir, I'll not accept, &c.
+
+  Oh, my man John, what can the matter be?
+  I love the lady and the lady loves not me!
+  Neither will she walk abroad with me,
+  Neither will she talk with me.
+
+  Oh, master dear, do not despair,
+  The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear,
+  And she will walk and talk with thee,
+  And she will walk with thee!
+
+  Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest,
+  To count my gold and silver when I am gone to rest,
+  If you will but walk abroad with me,
+  If you will but talk with me.
+
+  Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest,
+  To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest,
+  And I will walk abroad with thee,
+  And I will talk with thee!
+
+    [Footnote *: This proves the song was not later than the era
+    of chopines, or high cork shoes.]
+
+    [Footnote +: Another proof of antiquity. It must probably
+    have been written before the invention of bell-pulls.]
+
+
+CCCCLXVII.
+
+  _He._   If you with me will go, my love,
+          You shall see a pretty show, my love,
+              Let dame say what she will:
+          If you will have me, my love,
+          I will have thee, my love,
+              So let the milk-pail stand still.
+
+  _She._  Since you have said so, my love,
+          Longer I will go, my love,
+              Let dame say what she will:
+          If you will have me, my love,
+          I will have thee, my love,
+              So let the milk-pail stand still.
+
+
+CCCCLXVIII.
+
+  On Saturday night,
+  Shall be all my care
+  To powder my locks
+  And curl my hair.
+
+  On Sunday morning
+  My love will come in,
+  When he will marry me
+  With a gold ring.
+
+
+CCCCLXIX.
+
+  Master I have, and I am his man,
+  Gallop a dreary dun;
+  Master I have, and I am his man,
+  And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;
+  With a heighly gaily gamberally,
+    Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
+    Gallop a dreary dun.
+
+
+CCCCLXX.
+
+  I doubt, I doubt my fire is out,
+    My little wife isn't at home;
+  I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat,
+    And I'll go fetch my little wife home.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+CCCCLXXI.
+
+  Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,
+        Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump!
+  He asked for admittance, she answered him "No!"
+        Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump!
+  "No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!"
+        Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump!
+
+
+CCCCLXXII.
+
+  Thomas and Annis met in the dark.
+    "Good morning," said Thomas.
+    "Good morning," said Annis.
+  And so they began to talk.
+
+  "I'll give you," says Thomas,
+  "Give me," said Annis;
+    "I prithee, love, tell me what?"
+  "Some nuts," said Thomas.
+  "Some nuts," said Annis;
+    "Nuts are good to crack."
+
+  "I love you," said Thomas.
+  "Love me!" said Annis;
+    "I prithee love tell me where?"
+  "In my heart," said Thomas.
+  "In your heart!" said Annis;
+    "How came you to love me there?"
+
+  "I'll marry you," said Thomas.
+  "Marry me!" said Annis;
+    "I prithee, love, tell me when?"
+  "Next Sunday," said Thomas.
+  "Next Sunday," said Annis;
+    "I wish next Sunday were come."
+
+
+CCCCLXXIII.
+
+  Saw ye aught of my love a coming from ye market!
+    A peck of meal upon her back,
+    A babby in her basket;
+  Saw ye aught of my love a coming from the market?
+
+
+CCCCLXXIV.
+
+    [This nursery song may probably commemorate a part of Tom
+    Thumb's history, extant in a Little Danish work, treating of
+    'Swain Tomling, a man no bigger than a thumb, who would be
+    married to a woman three ells and three quarters long.' See
+    Mr. Thoms' Preface to 'Tom & Lincoln,' p. xi.]
+
+  I had a little husband,
+    No bigger than my thumb;
+  I put him in a pint pot,
+    And there I bid him drum.
+
+  I bought a little horse,
+    That galloped up and down;
+  I bridled him, and saddled him,
+    And sent him out of town.
+
+  I gave him some garters,
+    To garter up his hose,
+  And a little handkerchief,
+    To wipe his pretty nose.
+
+
+CCCCLXXV.
+
+  Can you make me a cambric shirt,
+    Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
+  Without any seam or needlework?
+    And you shall be a true lover of mine.
+
+  Can you wash it in yonder well,
+    Parsley, &c.
+  Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?
+    And you, &c.
+
+  Can you dry it on yonder thorn,
+    Parsley, &c.
+  Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
+    And you, &c.
+
+  Now you have ask'd me questions three,
+    Parsley, &c.
+  I hope you'll answer as many for me,
+    And you, &c.
+
+  Can you find me an acre of land,
+    Parsley, &c.
+  Between the salt water and the sea sand?
+    And you, &c.
+
+  Can you plough it with a ram's horn,
+    Parsley, &c.
+  And sow it all over with one pepper-corn?
+    And you, &c.
+
+  Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
+    Parsley, &c.
+  And bind it up with a peacock's feather?
+    And you, &c.
+
+  When you have done and finish'd your work,
+    Parsley, &c.
+  Then come to me for your cambric shirt,
+    And you, &c.
+
+
+CCCCLXXVI.
+
+  Where have you been to-day, Billy, my son?
+  Where have you been to-day, my only man!
+  I've been a-wooing, mother; make my bed soon,
+  For I'm sick at heart, and fain would lay down.
+
+  What have you ate to-day, Billy, my son?
+  What have you ate to-day, my only man?
+  I've ate an eel-pie, mother; make my bed soon,
+  For I'm sick at heart, and shall die before noon!
+
+
+CCCCLXXVII.
+
+  I married my wife by the light of the moon,
+    A tidy housewife, a tidy one;
+  She never gets up until it is noon,
+    And I hope she'll prove a tidy one.
+
+  And when she gets up, she is slovenly laced,
+    A tidy, &c.
+  She takes up the poker to roll out the paste,
+    And I hope, &c.
+
+  She churns her butter in a boot,
+    A tidy, &c.
+  And instead of a churnstaff she puts in her foot,
+    And I hope, &c.
+
+  She lays her cheese on the scullery shelf,
+    A tidy, &c.
+  And she never turns it till it turns itself.
+    And I hope, &c.
+
+
+CCCCLXXVIII.
+
+  There was a little maid, and she was afraid,
+  That her sweetheart would come unto her;
+  So she went to bed, and cover'd up her head
+  And fasten'd the door with a skewer.
+
+
+CCCCLXXIX.
+
+  "Madam, I am come to court you,
+  If your favour I can gain."
+  "Ah, Ah!" said she, "you are a bold fellow,
+  If I e'er see your face again!"
+
+  "Madam, I have rings and diamonds,
+  Madam, I have houses and land,
+  Madam, I have a world of treasure,
+  All shall be at your command."
+
+  "I care not for rings and diamonds,
+  I care not for houses and lands,
+  I care not for a world of treasure,
+  So that I have but a handsome man."
+
+  "Madam, you think much of beauty,
+  Beauty hasteneth to decay,
+  For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer
+  Will decay and fade away."
+
+
+CCCCLXXX.
+
+  Up street, and down street,
+    Each window's made of glass;
+  If you go to Tommy Tickler's house,
+    You'll find a pretty lass.
+
+
+CCCCLXXXI.
+
+  Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello.
+  To Mr. Punch,
+  To Mr. Joe,
+  To Mr. Nell,
+  To Mr. Lo.
+  Mr. Punch, Mr. Joe,
+  Mr. Nell, Mr. Lo,
+  To Mr. Punchinello.
+
+
+CCCCLXXXII.
+
+  Little John Jiggy Jag,
+  He rode a penny nag,
+    And went to Wigan to woo;
+  When he came to a beck,
+  He fell and broke his neck,--
+    Johnny, how dost thou now?
+
+  I made him a hat,
+  Of my coat-lap,
+    And stockings of pearly blue.
+  A hat and a feather,
+  To keep out cold weather;
+    So, Johnny, how dost thou now?
+
+
+CCCCLXXXIII. [Cumberland courtship.]
+
+  Bonny lass, canny lass, willta be mine?
+  Thou'se neither wesh dishes, nor sarrah (_serve_) the swine,
+  Thou sall sit on a cushion, and sew up a seam,
+  And thou sall eat strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+
+CCCCLXXXIV.
+
+  Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,[*]
+    They were two bonny lasses:
+  They built their house upon the lea,
+    And covered it with rashes.
+
+  Bessy kept the garden gate,
+    And Mary kept the pantry:
+  Bessy always had to wait,
+    While Mary lived in plenty.
+
+    [Footnote *: The common tradition respecting these celebrated
+    beauties is as follows:--"In the year 1666, when the plague
+    raged at Perth, these ladies retired into solitude, to avoid
+    infection; built on a small streamlet, tributary to the
+    Almond, in a sequestered corner called _Burn-brae_, a bower,
+    and lived in it together, till a young man, whom they both
+    tenderly loved, in his visits communicated to them the fatal
+    contagion, of which they soon after died."]
+
+
+CCCCLXXXV.
+
+  Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+    To fetch a pail of water;
+  Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
+    And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+
+CCCCLXXXVI.
+
+  Little Tom Dandy
+    Was my first suitor,
+  He had a spoon and dish,
+    And a little pewter.
+
+
+CCCCLXXXVII.
+
+  There was a little pretty lad,
+    And he lived by himself,
+  And all the meat he got
+    He put upon a shelf.
+
+  The rats and the mice
+    Did lead him such a life,
+  That he went to Ireland
+    To get himself a wife.
+
+  The lanes they were so broad,
+    And the fields they were so narrow,
+  He couldn't get his wife home
+    Without a wheelbarrow.
+
+  The wheelbarrow broke,
+    My wife she got a kick,
+  The deuce take the wheelbarrow,
+    That spared my wife's neck.
+
+
+CCCCLXXXVIII.
+
+  Rowley Powley, pudding and pie,
+  Kissed the girls and made them cry;
+  When the girls begin to cry,
+  Rowley Powley runs away.
+
+
+CCCCLXXXIX.
+
+            Margaret wrote a letter,
+            Seal'd it with her finger,
+            Threw it in the dam
+            For the dusty miller.
+            Dusty was his coat,
+            Dusty was the siller,
+            Dusty was the kiss
+            I'd from the dusty miller.
+            If I had my pockets
+            Full of gold and siller,
+            I would give it all
+            To my dusty miller.
+
+  _Chorus._ O the little, little,
+            Rusty, dusty, miller.
+
+
+CCCCXC.
+
+  Love your own, kiss your own.
+    Love your own mother, hinny,
+  For if she was dead and gone,
+    You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.
+
+
+CCCCXCI.
+
+  Here comes a lusty wooer,
+    My a dildin, my a daldin;
+  Here comes a lusty wooer,
+    Lily bright and shine a'.
+
+  Pray, who do you woo,
+    My a dildin, my a daldin?
+  Pray, who do you woo,
+    Lily bright and shine a'?
+
+  For your fairest daughter,
+    My a dildin, my a daldin;
+  For your fairest daughter,
+    Lily bright and shine a'.
+
+  Then there she is for you,
+    My a dildin, my a daldin;
+  Then there she is for you,
+    Lily bright and shine a'.
+
+
+CCCCXCII.
+
+    O rare Harry Parry,
+    When will you marry?
+  When apples and pears are ripe.
+    I'll come to your wedding,
+    Without any bidding,
+  And dance and sing all the night.
+
+
+CCCCXCIII.
+
+  Blue eye beauty,
+  Grey eye greedy,
+  Black eye blackie,
+  Brown eye brownie.
+
+
+CCCCXCIV.
+
+  Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
+  Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
+  But sit on a cushion and sow a fine seam,
+  And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+FIFTEENTH CLASS.
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+
+CCCCXCV.
+
+  The cuckoo's a fine bird,
+    He sings as he flies;
+  He brings us good tidings,
+    He tells us no lies.
+
+  He sucks little birds' eggs,
+    To make his voice clear;
+  And when he sings "cuckoo!"
+    The summer is near.
+
+
+CCCCXCVI. [A provincial version of the same.]
+
+  The cuckoo's a vine bird,
+    A zengs as a vlies;
+  A brengs us good tidins,
+    And tells us no lies;
+  A zucks th' smael birds' eggs,
+    To make his voice clear;
+  And the mwore a cries "cuckoo!"
+    The zummer draws near.
+
+
+CCCCXCVII.
+
+  I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,
+  I gave him some work, and he did it very well;
+  I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,
+  He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;
+  I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
+  He tumbled down and fell in a rage;
+  I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,
+  He came up again and said there was none there.
+
+
+CCCCXCVIII.
+
+  The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,
+    The mistress snored loud as a pig:
+  Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire,
+    And struck up a bit of a jig.
+
+
+CCCCXCIX.
+
+  I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,
+  It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;
+  When I got there I gave a great shout,
+  Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.
+  Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,
+  He would not come to my house, I made a little feast,
+  I had but little, but I would give him some,
+  For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum.
+
+
+D.
+
+  Pit, Pat, well-a-day,
+  Little Robin flew away;
+  Where can little Robin be?
+  Gone into the cherry tree.
+
+
+DI.
+
+    Little Poll Parrot
+    Sat in his garret,
+  Eating toast and tea;
+    A little brown mouse,
+    Jumped into the house,
+  And stole it all away.
+
+
+DII.
+
+    [The snail scoops out hollows, little rotund chambers, in
+    limestone, for its residence. This habit of the animal is so
+    important in its effects, as to have attracted the attention
+    of geologists, and Dr. Buckland alluded to it at the meeting
+    of the British Association in 1841. See Chambers' 'Popular
+    Rhymes,' p. 43. The following rhyme is a boy's invocation to
+    the snail to come out of such holes.]
+
+  Snail, snail, come out of your hole,
+  Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.
+
+
+DIII.
+
+    Sneel, snaul,
+  Robbers are coming to pull down your wall;
+    Sneel, snaul,
+    Put out your horn,
+  Robbers are coming to steal your corn,
+  Coming at four o'clock in the morn.
+
+
+DIV.
+
+  Burnie bee, burnie bee,
+  Tell me when your wedding be?
+  If it be to-morrow day,
+  Take your wings and fly away.
+
+
+DV.
+
+  Some little mice sat in a barn to spin;
+  Pussy came by, and popped her head in;
+  "Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?"
+  "Oh! no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off!"
+
+
+DVI.
+
+    The sow came in with the saddle,
+    The little pig rock'd the cradle
+    The dish jump'd over the table
+    To see the pot with the ladle.
+    The broom behind the butt
+    Call'd the dish-clout a nasty slut:
+  Oh! Oh! says the gridiron, can't you agree?
+  I'm the head constable,--come along with me.
+
+
+DVII.
+
+  "What do they call you?"
+  "Patchy Dolly."
+  "Where were you born?"
+  "In the cow's horn."
+  "Where were you bred?"
+  "In the cow's head."
+  "Where will you die?"
+  "In the cow's eye."
+
+
+DVIII.
+
+  As I went over the water,
+  The water went over me.
+  I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree:
+  The one called me a rascal,
+  The other called me a thief;
+  I took up my little black stick,
+  And knocked out all their teeth.
+
+
+DIX.
+
+  Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,
+  The best man among them durst not touch her tail;
+  She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,
+  Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.
+
+
+DX.
+
+    [A Dorsetshire version.]
+
+  'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'twas a holiday,
+  Four and twenty tailors set out to hunt a snail;
+  The snail put forth his horns, and roared like a bull,
+  Away ran the tailors, and catch the snail who wull.
+
+
+DXI.
+
+  Croak! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think,
+  To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink,
+  I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,
+  And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails;
+  Ho, ho! quoth the Frog, is that what you mean?
+  Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,
+  There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,
+  And then I shall have a good dinner like you.
+
+
+DXII.
+
+  Gray goose and gander,
+    Waft your wings together,
+  And carry the good king's daughter
+    Over the one strand river.
+
+
+DXIII.
+
+  Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
+  I've been up to London to look at the queen.
+  Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
+  I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.
+
+
+DXIV.
+
+  I had a little dog, and they called him Buff;
+  I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;
+  But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff,
+  So take that cuff, and that's enough.
+
+
+DXV.
+
+  All of a row,
+  Bend the bow,
+  Shot at a pigeon,
+  And killed a crow.
+
+
+DXVI.
+
+  The cock doth crow,
+  To let you know,
+  If you be wise,
+  'Tis time to rise.
+
+
+DXVII.
+
+  There was an owl lived in an oak,
+    Wisky, wasky, weedle;
+  And every word he ever spoke
+    Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.
+
+  A gunner chanced to come that way,
+    Wisky, wasky, weedle;
+  Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird."
+    Fiddle, faddle, feedle.
+
+
+DXVIII.
+
+  When the snow is on the ground,
+    Little Robin Red-breast grieves;
+  For no berries can be found,
+    And on the trees there are no leaves.
+
+  The air is cold, the worms are hid,
+    For this poor bird what can be done?
+  We'll strew him here some crumbs of bread,
+    And then he'll live till the snow is gone.
+
+
+DXIX.
+
+  A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+  A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+  A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+  Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
+  Once so merrily hopp'd she,
+  Twice so merrily hopp'd she,
+  Thrice so merrily hopp'd she,
+  Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
+
+
+DXX.
+
+    [An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.]
+
+  There was an old crow
+    Sat upon a clod:
+  There's an end of my song,
+    That's odd!
+
+
+DXXI.
+
+  Cuckoo, Cuckoo,
+  What do you do?
+  In April
+  I open my bill;
+  In May
+  I sing night and day;
+  In June
+  I change my tune;
+  In July
+  Away I fly;
+  In August
+  Away I must.
+
+
+DXXII.
+
+  "Robert Barnes, fellow fine,
+  Can you shoe this horse of mine?"
+  "Yes, good sir, that I can,
+  As well as any other man:
+  There's a nail, and there's a prod,
+  And now, good sir, your horse is shod."
+
+
+DXXIII.
+
+  Catch him, crow! carry him, kite!
+  Take him away till the apples are ripe;
+  When they are ripe and ready to fall,
+  Home comes [Johnny,] apples and all.
+
+
+DXXIV.
+
+  Dickery, dickery, dare,
+  The pig flew up in the air;
+  The man in brown soon brought him down,
+  Dickery, dickery, dare.
+
+
+DXXV.
+
+  Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
+  She lays eggs for gentlemen;
+  Gentlemen come every day
+  To see what my black hen doth lay.
+
+
+DXXVI.
+
+  Pussy sat by the fire-side
+  In a basket full of coal-dust;
+  Bas-
+  ket,
+  Coal-
+  dust,
+  In a basket full of coal-dust!
+
+
+DXXVII.
+
+  Little Robin Red-breast
+    Sat upon a rail:
+  Niddle naddle went his head,
+    Wiggle waggle went his tail.
+
+
+DXXVIII.
+
+  Little Robin Red-breast,
+    Sat upon a hirdle;
+  With a pair of speckled legs,
+    And a green girdle.
+
+
+DXXIX.
+
+  Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf,
+  Peter Henderson got the half;
+  Willy Wilkinson got the head,
+  Ring the bell, the calf is dead!
+
+
+DXXX.
+
+  Hie hie, says Anthony,
+  Puss in the pantry
+  Gnawing, gnawing
+  A mutton mutton-bone;
+  See now she tumbles it,
+  See now she mumbles it,
+  See how she tosses
+  The mutton mutton-bone.
+
+
+DXXXI.
+
+  A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig,
+  Or a pig without e'er a tail,
+  A sow-pig, or a boar-pig,
+  Or a pig with a curly tail.
+
+
+DXXXII.
+
+  Once I saw a little bird,
+  Come hop, hop, hop;
+  So I cried, little bird,
+  Will you stop, stop, stop?
+  And was going to the window,
+  To say how do you do?
+  But he shook his little tail,
+  And far away he flew.
+
+
+DXXXIII.
+
+    [The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and
+    is common in Yorkshire. See Hunter's 'Hallamshire Glossary,'
+    p. 56.]
+
+  Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home,
+  Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,
+  All but one that ligs under a stone,
+  Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.
+
+
+DXXXIV.
+
+  Riddle me, riddle me, ree,
+  A hawk sate upon a tree;
+  And he says to himself, says he,
+  Oh dear! what a fine bird I be.
+
+
+DXXXV. [Bird boy's song.]
+
+  Eat, Birds, eat, and make no waste,
+  I lie here and make no haste;
+  If my master chance to come,
+  You must fly, and I must run.
+
+
+DXXXVI.
+
+    Pussy cat Mole,
+    Jump'd over a coal,
+    And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
+  Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,
+  Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.
+
+
+DXXXVII.
+
+As I went to Bonner,
+    I met a pig
+    Without a wig,
+Upon my word and honour.
+
+
+DXXXVIII.
+
+  There was a little one-eyed gunner
+  Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer.
+
+
+DXXXIX.
+
+  There was a piper, he'd a cow,
+    And he'd no hay to give her
+  He took his pipes and played a tune,
+    Consider, old cow, consider!
+
+  The cow considered very well,
+    For she gave the piper a penny,
+  That he might play the tune again,
+    Of corn rigs are bonnie!
+
+
+DXL.
+
+  As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,
+  Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n,
+  "Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?"
+  "A spinning a doublet for my gude man."
+  "Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread,"
+  "Oh no, Mrs. Puss, you'll bite off my head."
+
+
+DXLI.
+
+      Shoe the colt,
+      Shoe the colt,
+  Shoe the wild mare,
+      Here a nail,
+      There a nail,
+  Yet she goes bare.
+
+
+DXLII.
+
+  Betty Pringle had a little pig,
+  Not very little and not very big,
+  When he was alive he lived in clover,
+  But now he's dead, and that's all over.
+  So Billy Pringle he laid down and cried,
+  And Betty Pringle she laid down and died;
+  So there was an end of one, two, and three:
+  Billy Pringle he,
+  Betty Pringle she,
+  And the piggy wiggy.
+
+
+DXLIII.
+
+  Cock Robin got up early,
+    At the break of day,
+  And went to Jenny's window,
+    To sing a roundelay.
+
+  He sang Cock Robin's love
+    To the pretty Jenny Wren,
+  And when he got unto the end,
+    Then he began again.
+
+
+DXLIV.
+
+  I had two pigeons bright and gay,
+  They flew from me the other day;
+  What was the reason they did go?
+  I cannot tell for I do not know.
+
+
+DXLV.
+
+  Jack Sprat's pig,
+  He was not very little,
+  Nor yet very big;
+  He was not very lean,
+  He was not very fat;
+  He'll do well for a grunt,
+  Says little Jack Sprat.
+
+
+DXLVI.
+
+    [The Proverb of Barnaby Bright is given by Ray and Brand as
+    referring to St. Barnabas.]
+
+  Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur,
+  He always would bark if a mouse did but stir;
+  But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark,
+  He's condemn'd by the parson to be hanged by the clerk.
+
+
+DXLVII.
+
+  Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,
+  Pussy cat eat the dumplings.
+      Mamma stood by,
+      And cried, Oh, fie!
+  Why did you eat the dumplings?
+
+
+DXLVIII.
+
+  The robin and the wren,
+  They fought upon the parrage pan;
+  But ere the robin got a spoon,
+  The wren had eat the parrage down.
+
+
+DXLIX.
+
+  Little Bob Robin,
+  Where do you live?
+  Up in yonder wood, sir,
+  On a hazel twig.
+
+
+DL.
+
+  The winds they did blow,
+    The leaves they did wag;
+  Along came a beggar boy,
+    And put me in his bag.
+
+  He took me up to London,
+    A lady did me buy,
+  Put me in a silver cage,
+    And hung me up on high.
+
+  With apples by the fire,
+    And nuts for to crack,
+  Besides a little feather bed
+    To rest my little back.
+
+
+DLI.
+
+  I had a little cow, to save her,
+  I turned her into the meadow to graze her;
+  There came a heavy storm of rain,
+  And drove the little cow home again.
+  The church doors they stood open,
+  And there the little cow was cropen:
+  The bell-ropes they were made of hay,
+  And the little cow eat them all away:
+  The sexton came to toll the bell,
+  And pushed the little cow into the well!
+
+
+DLII.
+
+  In the month of February,
+    When green leaves begin to spring,
+  Little lambs do skip like fairies,
+    Birds do couple, build, and sing.
+
+
+DLIII.
+
+  Pussy sits behind the fire,
+    How can she be fair?
+  In comes the little dog,
+    Pussy, are you there?
+  So, so, Mistress Pussy,
+    Pray how do you do?
+  Thank you, thank you, little dog,
+    I'm very well just now.
+
+
+DLIV.
+
+  The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
+  I can scarce maintain two.
+  Pooh, pooh, says the wren, I have got ten,
+  And keep them all like gentlemen!
+
+
+DLV.
+
+  Bow, wow, wow,
+    Whose dog art thou?
+  Little Tom Tinker's dog,
+    Bow, wow, wow.
+
+
+DLVI.
+
+  Pitty Patty Polt,
+  Shoe the wild colt!
+      Here a nail;
+      And there a nail;
+  Pitty Patty Polt.
+
+
+DLVII.
+
+  How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou,
+  Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou?
+  Hiss! bow, a wow, wow!
+
+
+DLVIII.
+
+  Bobbin-a-Bobbin bent his bow,
+  And shot at a woodcock and kill'd a yowe:
+  The yowe cried ba, and he ran away,
+  But never came back 'till midsummer-day.
+
+
+DLIX.
+
+  A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, (_tris_)
+  And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he; (_tris_)
+  A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,
+  And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he.
+
+  A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, (_tris_)
+  Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow, (_tris_)
+  A naughty, &c.
+  Determined, &c.
+
+  This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew, (_tris_)
+  And his giblets shall make me a little pie too, (_tris_)
+  Oh, no! said ye sparrow I won't make a stew,
+  So he flapped his wings and away he flew!
+
+
+DLX.
+
+  Snail, snail, put out your horns,
+  I'll give you bread and barleycorns.
+
+
+DLXI.
+
+    [The following song is given in Whiter's 'Specimen, or a
+    Commentary on Shakespeare,' 8vo, London, 1794, p. 19, as
+    common in Cambridgeshire and Norfolk. Dr. Farmer gives another
+    version as an illustration of a ditty of Jacques in 'As You
+    Like It,' act ii, sc. 5. See Malone's Shakespeare, ed. 1821,
+    vol. vi, p. 398; Caldecott's 'Specimen,' 1819, note on 'As You
+    Like It,' p. 11; and Douce's 'Illustrations,' vol. i, p. 297.]
+
+  Dame, what makes your ducks to die?
+  What the pize ails 'em? what the pize ails 'em?
+  They kick up their heels, and there they lie,
+  What the pize ails 'em now?
+  Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!
+  Dame, what makes your ducks to die?
+  What a pize ails 'em? what a pize ails 'em?
+  Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!
+  Dame, what ails your ducks to die?
+  Eating o' polly-wigs, eating o' polly-wigs.
+  Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!
+
+
+DLXII.
+
+  Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,
+  Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,
+  All but one, and her name is Ann,
+  And she crept under the pudding-pan.
+
+
+DLXIII.
+
+  Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
+  Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;
+  Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;
+  Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
+  Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,
+  Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,
+  Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?
+  Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.
+
+
+DLXIV.
+
+  There was a little boy went into a barn,
+    And lay down on some hay;
+  An owl came out and flew about,
+    And the little boy ran away.
+
+
+DLXV.
+
+  Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
+    Father and mother are dead:
+  Brother and sister are in the back yard,
+    Begging for barley bread.
+
+
+DLXVI.
+
+  I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
+  She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
+  She went to the mill to fetch me some flour;
+  She brought it home in less than an hour;
+  She baked me my bread, she brew'd me my ale,
+  She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.
+
+
+DLXVII.
+
+  Pussey cat sits by the fire,
+    How did she come there?
+  In walks the little dog,
+    Says, "Pussey! are you there?
+  How do you do, Mistress Pussey?
+    Mistress Pussey, how d'ye do?"
+  "I thank you kindly, little dog,
+    I fare as well as you!"
+
+
+DLXVIII.
+
+    [A north country version of a very common nursery rhyme, sung
+    by a child, who imitates the crowing of a cock.]
+
+  Cock-a-doodle-do,
+  My dad's gane to ploo;
+  Mammy's lost her pudding-poke,
+  And knows not what to do.
+
+
+DLXIX.
+
+  Higglepy Piggleby,
+    My black hen,
+  She lays eggs
+    For gentlemen;
+  Sometimes nine,
+    And sometimes ten,
+  Higglepy Piggleby,
+    My black hen!
+
+
+DLXX.
+
+  Pretty John Watts,
+  We are troubled with rats,
+  Will you drive them out of the house?
+  We have mice, too, in plenty,
+  That feast in the pantry;
+  But let them stay,
+  And nibble away;
+  What harm in a little brown mouse?
+
+
+DLXXI.
+
+    Jack Sprat
+    Had a cat,
+  It had but one ear;
+    It went to buy butter,
+  When butter was dear.
+
+
+DLXXII.
+
+  On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit,
+  I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;
+  The cock sparrow flew over the table;
+  The pot began to play with the ladle.
+
+
+DLXXIII.
+
+  See, saw, Margery Daw,
+  The old hen flew over the malt house,
+  She counted her chickens one by one,
+  Still she missed the little white one,
+  And this is it, this is it, this is it.
+
+
+DLXXIV.
+
+  Hurly, burly, trumpet trase,
+  The cow was in the market place,
+  Some goes far, and some goes near,
+  But where shall this poor henchman steer?
+
+
+DLXXV.
+
+  There was an old woman had three cows,
+      Rosy, and Colin, and Dun;
+  Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair,
+  And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair
+  And there was an end of her three cows,
+      Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.
+
+
+DLXXVI.
+
+  I'll away yhame,
+  And tell my dame,
+  That all my geese
+  Are gane but yane;
+      And it's a steg (_gander_),
+      And it's lost a leg;
+  And it'll be gane
+  By I get yhame.
+
+
+DLXXVII.
+
+    [Imitated from a pigeon.]
+
+  Curr dhoo, curr dhoo,
+  Love me, and I'll love you!
+
+
+DLXXVIII.
+
+  I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
+  And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
+  So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
+  But pussy and I very gently will play.
+
+
+DLXXIX.
+
+  Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin,
+  To see the cold winter come in,
+      Tit, for tat, what matter for that,
+      He'll hide his head under his wing!
+
+
+DLXXX.
+
+  The pettitoes are little feet,
+    And the little feet not big;
+  Great feet belong to the grunting hog,
+    And the pettitoes to the little pig.
+
+
+DLXXXI.
+
+  Charley Warley had a cow.
+  Black and white about the brow;
+  Open the gate and let her go through,
+  Charley Warley's old cow!
+
+
+DLXXXII.
+
+      I had a little cow;
+      Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!
+  I had a little cow, and it had a little calf,
+  Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song half.
+
+      I had a little cow;
+      Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!
+  I had a little cow, and I drove it to the stall;
+  Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song all!
+
+
+DLXXXIII.
+
+  _The Cock._ Lock the dairy door,
+              Lock the dairy door!
+  _The Hen._  Chickle, chackle, chee,
+              I haven't got the key!
+
+
+DLXXXIV.
+
+  I had a little pony,
+    His name was Dapple-gray,
+  I lent him to a lady,
+    To ride a mile away;
+  She whipped him, she slashed him,
+    She rode him through the mire;
+  I would not lend my pony now
+    For all the lady's hire.
+
+
+DLXXXV.
+
+  Bah, bah, black sheep,
+    Have you any wool?
+  Yes, marry, have I,
+    Three bags full:
+  One for my master,
+    And one for my dame,
+  But none for the little boy
+    Who cries in the lane.
+
+
+DLXXXVI.
+
+  Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?
+  Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!
+  Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,
+  Hussy, hussy, let him alone.
+
+
+DLXXXVII.
+
+  Leg over leg,
+    As the dog went to Dover;
+  When he came to a stile,
+    Jump he went over.
+
+
+DLXXXVIII.
+
+  Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,
+  My little dame is not at home!
+  I'll saddle my cock, and bridle my hen,
+  And fetch my little dame home again!
+  Home she came, tritty trot,
+  She asked for the porridge she left in the pot;
+  Some she ate and some she shod,
+  And some she gave to the truckler's dog;
+  She took up the ladle and knocked its head,
+  And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!
+
+
+DLXXXIX.
+
+  Little boy blue, come blow up your horn,
+  The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
+  Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
+  He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.
+  Will you wake him? No, not I;
+  For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.
+
+
+DXC.
+
+    Goosey, goosey, gander,
+    Where shall I wander?
+  Up stairs, down stairs,
+    And in my lady's chamber;
+  There I met an old man
+    That would not say his prayers;
+  I took him by the left leg,
+    And threw him down stairs.
+
+
+DXCI.
+
+  Goosy, goosy, gander,
+  Who stands yonder?
+  Little Betsy Baker;
+  Take her up, and shake her.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SIXTEENTH CLASS.
+
+ACCUMULATIVE STORIES.
+
+
+DXCII.
+
+  I sell you the key of the king's garden:
+  I sell you the string that ties the key, &c.
+  I sell you the rat that gnawed the string, &c.
+  I sell you the cat that caught the rat, &c.
+  I sell you the dog that bit the cat, &c.
+
+
+DXCIII.
+
+    [Traditional pieces are frequently so ancient, that
+    possibility will not be outraged by conjecturing the John
+    Ball of the following piece to be the priest who took so
+    distinguished a part in the rebellion temp. Richard II.]
+
+  John Ball shot them all;
+  John Scott made the shot,
+    But John Ball shot them all.
+
+  John Wyming made the priming,
+  And John Brammer made the rammer,
+  And John Scott made the shot,
+    But John Ball shot them all.
+
+  John Block made the stock,
+  And John Brammer made the rammer,
+  And John Wyming made the priming,
+  And John Scott made the shot,
+    But John Ball shot them all.
+
+  John Crowder made the powder,
+  And John Block made the stock,
+  And John Wyming made the priming,
+  And John Brammer made the rammer,
+  And John Scott made the shot,
+    But John Ball shot them all.
+
+  John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+  And John Crowder made the powder,
+  And John Block made the stock,
+  And John Wyming made the priming,
+  And John Brammer made the rammer,
+  And John Scott made the shot,
+    But John Ball shot them all.
+
+  John Clint made the flint,
+  And John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+  And John Crowder made the powder,
+  And John Block made the stock,
+  And John Wyming made the priming,
+  And John Brammer made the rammer,
+  And John Scott made the shot,
+    But John Ball shot them all.
+
+  John Patch made the match,
+  John Clint made the flint,
+  John Puzzle made the muzzle,
+  John Crowder made the powder,
+  John Block made the stock,
+  John Wyming made the priming,
+  John Brammer made the rammer,
+  John Scott made the shot,
+    But John Ball shot them all.
+
+
+DXCIV.
+
+    1.  This is the house that Jack built.
+
+    2.  This is the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    3.  This is the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    4.  This is the cat,
+        That kill'd the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    5.  This is the dog,
+        That worried the cat,
+        That kill'd the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    6.  This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
+        That toss'd the dog,
+        That worried the cat,
+        That kill'd the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    7.  This is the maiden all forlorn,
+        That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,
+        That tossed the dog,
+        That worried the cat,
+        That kill'd the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    8.  This is the man all tatter'd and torn,
+        That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+        That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,
+        That tossed the dog,
+        That worried the cat,
+        That kill'd the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    9.  This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
+        That married the man all tatter'd and torn,
+        That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+        That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+        That tossed the dog,
+        That worried the cat,
+        That kill'd the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    10. This is the cock that crow'd in the morn,
+        That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+        That married the man all tatter'd and torn,
+        That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+        That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,
+        That tossed the dog,
+        That worried the cat,
+        That kill'd the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    11. This is the farmer sowing his corn,
+        That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,
+        That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+        That married the man all tatter'd and torn,
+        That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+        That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,
+        That tossed the dog,
+        That worried the cat,
+        That killed the rat,
+        That ate the malt
+        That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+
+DXCV.
+
+    [The original of 'The house that Jack built' is presumed to be
+    a hymn in _Sepher Haggadah_, fol. 23, a translation of which
+    is here given. The historical interpretation was first given
+    by P. N. Leberecht, at Leipsic, in 1731, and is printed in the
+    'Christian Reformer,' vol. xvii, p. 28. The original is in
+    the Chaldee language, and it may be mentioned that a very fine
+    Hebrew manuscript of the fable, with illuminations, is in the
+    possession of George Offer, Esq. of Hackney.]
+
+  1.  A _kid_, _a kid_, my father bought,
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  2.  Then came _the cat_, and ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  3.  Then came _the dog_, and bit the cat,
+      That ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  4.  Then came _the staff_, and beat the dog,
+      That bit the cat,
+      That ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  5.  Then came _the fire_, and burned the staff,
+      That beat the dog,
+      That bit the cat,
+      That ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  6.  Then came _the water_, and quenched the fire,
+      That burned the staff,
+      That beat the dog,
+      That bit the cat,
+      That ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  7.  Then came _the ox_, and drank the water,
+      That quenched the fire,
+      That burned the staff,
+      That beat the dog,
+      That bit the cat,
+      That ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  8.  Then came _the butcher_, and slew the ox,
+      That drank the water,
+      That quenched the fire,
+      That burned the staff,
+      That beat the dog,
+      That bit the cat,
+      That ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  9.  Then came _the angel of death_, and killed the butcher,
+      That slew the ox,
+      That drank the water,
+      That quenched the fire,
+      That burned the staff,
+      That beat the dog,
+      That bit the cat,
+      That ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+  10. Then came _the Holy One_, blessed be He!
+      And killed the angel of death,
+      That killed the butcher,
+      That slew the ox,
+      That drank the water,
+      That quenched the fire,
+      That burned the staff,
+      That beat the dog,
+      That bit the cat,
+      That ate the kid,
+      That my father bought
+      For two pieces of money:
+                          A kid, a kid.
+
+    The following is the interpretation:
+
+    1. The kid, which was one of the pure animals, denotes the
+    Hebrews.
+
+    The father, by whom it was purchased, is Jehovah, who
+    represents himself as sustaining this relation to the Hebrew
+    nation. The two pieces of money signify Moses and Aaron,
+    through whose mediation the Hebrews were brought out of Egypt.
+
+    2. The cat denotes the Assyrians, by whom the ten tribes were
+    carried into captivity.
+
+    3. The dog is symbolical of the Babylonians.
+
+    4. The staff signifies the Persians.
+
+    5. The fire indicates the Grecian empire under Alexander the
+    Great.
+
+    6. The water betokens the Roman, or the fourth of the great
+    monarchies to whose dominions the Jews were subjected.
+
+    7. The ox is a symbol of the Saracens, who subdued Palestine,
+    and brought it under the caliphate.
+
+    8. The butcher that killed the ox denotes the crusaders,
+    by whom the Holy Land was wrested out of the hands of the
+    Saracens.
+
+    9. The angel of death signifies the Turkish power, by which
+    the land of Palestine was taken from the Franks, and to which
+    it is still subject.
+
+    10. The commencement of the tenth stanza is designed to show
+    that God will take signal vengeance on the Turks, immediately
+    after whose overthrow the Jews are to be restored to their
+    own land, and live under the government of their long-expected
+    Messiah.
+
+
+DXCVI.
+
+"An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked
+sixpence. 'What,' said she, 'shall I do with this little sixpence? I
+will go to market, and buy a little pig.' As she was coming home, she
+came to a stile: the piggy would not go over the stile.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to the dog,
+'Dog! bite pig; piggy won't go over the stile; and I shan't get home
+to-night.' But the dog would not.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met a stick. So she said, 'Stick!
+stick! beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile;
+and I shan't get home to-night.' But the stick would not.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met a fire. So she said, 'Fire!
+fire! burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig,' (_and so
+forth, always repeating the foregoing words_.) But the fire would not.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said,
+'Water! water! quench fire; fire won't burn stick,' &c. But the water
+would not.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met an ox. So she said, 'Ox! ox!
+drink water; water won't quench fire' &c. But the ox would not.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met a butcher. So she said,
+'Butcher! butcher! kill ox; ox won't drink water,' &c. But the butcher
+would not.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met a rope. So she said, 'Rope!
+rope! hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox,' &c. But the rope would
+not.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said, 'Rat! rat!
+gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher,' &c. But the rat would not.
+
+"She went a little further, and she met a cat. So she said, 'Cat! cat!
+kill rat; rat won't gnaw rope,' &c. But the cat said to her, 'If you
+will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill the
+rat.' So away went the old woman to the cow.
+
+"But the cow said to her, 'If you will go to yonder haystack,[*] and
+fetch me a handful of hay, I'll give you the milk.' So away went the
+old woman to the haystack; and she brought the hay to the cow.
+
+"As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman the
+milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat.
+
+"As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill
+the rat; the rat began to gnaw the rope; the rope began to hang the
+butcher; the butcher began to kill the ox; the ox began to drink the
+water; the water began to quench the fire; the fire began to burn the
+stick; the stick began to beat the dog; the dog began to bite the pig;
+the little pig in a fright jumped over the stile; and so the old woman
+got home that night."
+
+    [Footnote *: Or haymakers, proceeding thus in the stead of
+    the rest of this paragraph:--"And fetch me a wisp of hay,
+    I'll give you the milk.--So away the old woman went, but the
+    haymakers said to her,--If you will go to yonder stream, and
+    fetch us a bucket of water, we'll give you the hay. So away
+    the old woman went, but when she got to the stream, she found
+    the bucket was full of holes. So she covered the bottom with
+    pebbles, and then filled the bucket with water, and away she
+    went back with it to the haymakers; and they gave her a wisp
+    of hay."]
+
+
+DXCVII.
+
+Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse both lived in a house,
+Titty Mouse went a leasing, and Tatty Mouse went a leasing,
+  So they both went a leasing.
+
+Titty Mouse leased an ear of corn, and Tatty Mouse
+      leased an ear of corn,
+  So they both leased an ear of corn.
+
+Titty Mouse made a pudding, and Tatty Mouse made a pudding,
+  So they both made a pudding.
+
+And Tatty Mouse put her pudding into the pot to boil,
+But when Titty went to put hers in, the pot tumbled over,
+      and scalded her to death.
+
+Then Tatty sat down and wept; then a three legged stool said, Tatty
+why do you weep? Titty's dead, said Tatty, and so I weep; then said
+the stool, I'll hop, so the stool hopped; then a besom in the corner
+of the room said, Stool, why do you hop? Oh! said the stool, Titty's
+dead, and Tatty weeps, and so I hop; then said the besom, I'll sweep,
+so the besom began to sweep; then said the door, Besom, why do you
+sweep? Oh! said the besom, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the
+stool hops, and so I sweep; then said the door, I'll jar, so the door
+jarred; then said the window, Door, why do you jar? Oh! said the
+door, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom
+sweeps, and so I jar; then said the window, I'll creak, so the window
+creaked; now there was an old form outside the house, and when the
+window creaked, the form said, Window, why do you creak? Oh! said the
+window, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the
+besom sweeps, the door jars, and so I creak; then said the old form,
+I'll run round the house, then the old form ran round the house; now
+there was a fine large walnut tree growing by the cottage, and the
+tree said to the form, Form, why do you run round the house? Oh! said
+the form, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the
+besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, and so I run round
+the house; then said the walnut tree, I'll shed my leaves, so the
+walnut tree shed all its beautiful green leaves; now there was a
+little bird perched on one of the boughs of the tree, and when all the
+leaves fell, it said, Walnut tree, why do you shed your leaves? Oh!
+said the tree, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the
+besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs
+round the house, and so I shed my leaves; then said the little bird,
+I'll moult all my feathers, so he moulted all his pretty feathers; now
+there was a little girl walking below, carrying a jug of milk for her
+brothers' and sisters' supper, and when she saw the poor little bird
+moult all its feathers, she said, Little bird, why do you moult all
+your feathers? Oh! said the little bird, Titty's dead, and Tatty
+weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the
+window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree
+sheds its leaves, and so I moult all my feathers; then said the little
+girl, I'll spill the milk, so she dropt the pitcher and spilt
+the milk; now there was an old man just by on the top of a ladder
+thatching a rick, and when he saw the little girl spill the milk, he
+said, Little girl, what do you mean by spilling the milk, your little
+brothers and sisters must go without their supper; then said the
+little girl, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the
+besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs
+round the house, the walnut tree sheds all its leaves, the little bird
+moults all its feathers, and so I spill the milk; Oh! said the old
+man, then I'll tumble off the ladder and break my neck, so he tumbled
+off the ladder and broke his neck; and when the old man broke his
+neck, the great walnut tree fell down with a crash, and upset the old
+form and house, and the house falling knocked the window out, and the
+window knocked the door down, and the door upset the besom, the besom
+upset the stool, and poor little Tatty Mouse was buried beneath the
+ruins.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SEVENTEENTH CLASS--LOCAL.
+
+
+DXCVIII.
+
+  There was a little nobby colt,
+    His name was Nobby Gray;
+  His head was made of pouce straw,
+    His tail was made of hay;
+      He could ramble, he could trot,
+      He could carry a mustard-pot,
+      Round the town of Woodstock,
+      Hey, Jenny, hey!
+
+
+DXCIX.
+
+  King's Sutton is a pretty town,
+    And lies all in a valley;
+  There is a pretty ring of bells,
+    Besides a bowling-alley:
+  Wine and liquor in good store,
+    Pretty maidens plenty;
+  Can a man desire more?
+    There ain't such a town in twenty.
+
+
+DC.
+
+  The little priest of Felton,
+  The little priest of Felton,
+  He kill'd a mouse within his house,
+  And ne'er a one to help him.
+
+
+DCI.
+
+    [The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in
+    his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called _Leap
+    Candle_, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and
+    Traditions,' p. 96.]
+
+  The tailor of Bicester,
+    He has but one eye;
+  He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,
+    If he were to try.
+
+
+DCII.
+
+  Dick and Tom, Will and John,
+  Brought me from Nottingham.
+
+
+DCIII.
+
+  At Brill on the Hill,
+  The wind blows shrill,
+    The cook no meat can dress;
+  At Stow in the Wold
+  The wind blows cold,--
+    I know no more than this.
+
+
+DCIV.
+
+  A man went a hunting at Reigate,
+  And wished to leap over a high gate;
+  Says the owner, "Go round,
+  With your gun and your hound,
+  For you never shall leap over my gate."
+
+
+DCV.
+
+  Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,
+  There you see the beggars are come;
+  Some are here, and some are there,
+  And some are gone to Chidley fair.
+
+
+DCVI.
+
+  Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?
+  In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.
+  A half-penny pudding, a penny pie,
+  A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.
+
+
+DCVII
+
+  My father and mother,
+  My uncle and aunt,
+  Be all gone to Norton,
+  But little Jack and I.
+
+  A little bit of powdered beef,
+  And a great net of cabbage,
+  The best meal I have had to-day,
+  Is a good bowl of porridge.
+
+
+DCVIII.
+
+  I lost my mare in Lincoln lane,
+    And couldn't tell where to find her,
+  Till she came home both lame and blind,
+    With never a tail behind her.
+
+
+DCIX.
+
+  Cripple Dick upon a stick,
+    And Sandy on a sow,
+  Riding away to Galloway,
+    To buy a pound o' woo.
+
+
+DCX.
+
+  Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?
+  Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
+  Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+EIGHTEENTH CLASS--RELICS.
+
+
+DCXI.
+
+  The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,
+    Cried "gobble, gobble, gobble:"
+  The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,
+    Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
+
+
+DCXII.
+
+  Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
+    The fat begins to fry:
+  There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
+    Father, mother, and I.
+
+
+DCXIII.
+
+    Baby and I
+    Were baked in a pie,
+  The gravy was wonderful hot:
+    We had nothing to pay
+    To the baker that day,
+  And so we crept out of the pot.
+
+
+DCXIV.
+
+  What are little boys made of, made of,
+  What are little boys made of?
+  Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;
+  And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
+  What are little girls made of, made of, made of,
+  What are little girls made of?
+  Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
+  And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
+
+
+DCXV.
+
+  If a body meet a body,
+    In a field of fitches;
+  Can a body tell a body
+    Where a body itches?
+
+
+DCXVI.
+
+  Charley wag,
+  Eat the pudding and left the bag.
+
+
+DCXVII.
+
+  Girls and boys, come out to play,
+  The moon doth shine as bright as day;
+  Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
+  And come with your playfellows into the street.
+  Come with a whoop, come with a call,
+  Come with a good will or not at all.
+  Up the ladder and down the wall,
+  A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
+  You find milk, and I'll find flour,
+  And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.
+
+
+DCXVIII.
+
+  Hannah Bantry in the pantry,
+    Eating a mutton bone;
+  How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,
+    When she found she was alone!
+
+
+DCXIX.
+
+  Rain, rain, go away,
+  Come again another day;
+  Little Arthur wants to play.
+
+
+DCXX.
+
+  Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
+  Gathering roses to give to the queen.
+  Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
+  She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
+
+
+DCXXI.
+
+      Hark, hark,
+      The dogs do bark,
+  Beggars are coming to town;
+      Some in jags,
+      Some in rags,
+  And some in velvet gowns.
+
+
+DCXXII.
+
+    We're all in the dumps,
+    For diamonds are trumps;
+  The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!
+    The babies are bit,
+    The moon's in a fit,
+  And the houses are built without walls.
+
+
+DCXXIII.
+
+  What's the news of the day,
+  Good neighbour, I pray?
+  They say the balloon
+  Is gone up to the moon.
+
+
+DCXXIV.
+
+    Little Mary Ester,
+    Sat upon a tester,
+  Eating of curds and whey;
+    There came a little spider,
+    And sat him down beside her,
+  And frightened Mary Ester away.
+
+
+DCXXV.
+
+  Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?
+  At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
+
+
+DCXXVI.
+
+  Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+    I'll go with you, if I may.
+  I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing,
+    I'm going to help them make hay.
+
+
+DCXXVII.
+
+  To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
+  To buy some meat to put in the pot;
+  Threepence a quarter, a groat a side,
+  If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died.
+
+
+DCXXVIII.
+
+  Come, let's to bed,
+  Says Sleepy-head;
+    Tarry a while, says Slow:
+  Put on the pot,
+  Says Greedy-gut,
+    Let's sup before we go.
+
+
+DCXXIX.
+
+  How many days has my baby to play?
+    Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
+  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+    Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
+
+
+DCXXX.
+
+  Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,
+  In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
+
+
+DCXXXI.
+
+  Little Tom Tucker
+  Sings for his supper;
+  What shall he eat?
+  White bread and butter.
+  How shall he cut it
+  Without e'er a knife?
+  How will he be married
+  Without e'er a wife?
+
+
+DCXXXII.
+
+  I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick,
+  And I can weave diaper thin,
+  I can weave diaper out of doors
+  And I can weave diaper in.
+
+
+DCXXXIII.
+
+    [The following is quoted in the song of Mad Tom. See my
+    introduction to Shakespeare's Mids. Night's Dream, p. 55.]
+
+  The man in the moon drinks claret,
+    But he is a dull Jack-a-Dandy;
+  Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot,
+    He should learn to drink cider and brandy.
+
+
+DCXXXIV.
+
+    [A marching air.]
+
+  Darby and Joan were dress'd in black,
+  Sword and buckle behind their back;
+  Foot for foot, and knee for knee,
+  Turn about Darby's company.
+
+
+DCXXXV.
+
+  Barber, barber, shave a pig,
+  How many hairs will make a wig?
+  "Four and twenty, that's enough."
+  Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
+
+
+DCXXXVI.
+
+  If all the seas were one sea,
+  What a _great_ sea that would be!
+  And if all the trees were one tree,
+  What a _great_ tree that would be!
+  And if all the axes were one axe,
+  What a _great_ axe that would be!
+  And if all the men were one man,
+  What a _great_ man he would be!
+  And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe,
+  And cut down the _great_ tree,
+  And let it fall into the _great_ sea,
+  What a splish splash _that_ would be!
+
+
+DCXXXVII.
+
+    I had a little moppet,
+    I put it in my pocket,
+  And fed it with corn and hay;
+    Then came a proud beggar,
+    And swore he would have her,
+  And stole little moppet away.
+
+
+DCXXXVIII.
+
+  The barber shaved the mason,
+    As I suppose
+    Cut off his nose,
+  And popp'd it in a basin.
+
+
+DXXXCIX.
+
+  Little Tommy Tacket,
+      Sits upon his cracket;
+  Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket;
+      Make him coat and jacket,
+      Trowsers to the knee.
+  And if you will not have him, you may let him be.
+
+
+DCXL.
+
+  Peg, peg, with a wooden leg,
+    Her father was a miller:
+  He tossed the dumpling at her head,
+    And said he could not kill her.
+
+
+DCXLI.
+
+  Parson Darby wore a black gown,
+  And every button cost half-a-crown;
+  From port to port, and toe to toe,
+  Turn the ship and away we go!
+
+
+DCXLII.
+
+  When Jacky's a very good boy,
+    He shall have cakes and a custard;
+  But when he does nothing but cry,
+    He shall have nothing but mustard.
+
+
+DCXLIII.
+
+  Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
+  That the miller may grind his corn;
+  That the baker may take it,
+  And into rolls make it,
+  And send us some hot in the morn.
+
+
+DCXLIV.
+
+  The quaker's wife got up to bake,
+    Her children all about her,
+  She gave them every one a cake,
+    And the miller wants his moulter.
+
+
+DCXLV.
+
+  Wash, hands, wash,
+    Daddy's gone to plough,
+  If you want your hands wash'd,
+    Have them wash'd now.
+
+    [A formula for making young children submit to the operation
+    of having their hands washed. _Mutatis mutandis_, the lines
+    will serve as a specific for everything of the kind, as
+    brushing hair, &c.]
+
+
+DCXLVI.
+
+  My little old man and I fell out,
+  I'll tell you what 'twas all about:
+  I had money, and he had none,
+  And that's the way the row begun.
+
+
+DCXLVII.
+
+  Who comes here?
+    A grenadier.
+  What do you want?
+    A pot of beer.
+  Where is your money?
+    I've forgot.
+  Get you gone,
+    You drunken sot!
+
+
+DCXLVIII.
+
+  Go to bed, Tom!
+  Go to bed, Tom!
+  Drunk or sober,
+  Go to bed, Tom!
+
+
+DCXLIX.
+
+  As I went over the water,
+    The water went over me,
+  I heard an old woman crying,
+    Will you buy some furmity?
+
+
+DCL.
+
+  High diddle doubt, my candle out,
+    My little maid is not at home:
+  Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
+    And fetch my little maid home.
+
+
+DCLI.
+
+  Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
+  And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
+  Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
+  And write their names with a pen and ink.
+
+
+DCLII.
+
+  As I was going to sell my eggs,
+  I met a man with bandy legs,
+  Bandy legs and crooked toes,
+  I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
+
+
+DCLIII.
+
+    Old Sir Simon the king,
+  And young Sir Simon the 'squire,
+      And old Mrs. Hickabout
+      Kicked Mrs. Kickabout
+  Round about our coal fire!
+
+
+DCLIV.
+
+  A good child, a good child,
+    As I suppose you be,
+  Never laughed nor smiled
+    At the tickling of your knee.
+
+
+DCLV.
+
+  Jacky, come give me thy fiddle
+    If ever thou mean to thrive;
+  Nay, I'll not give my fiddle,
+    To any man alive.
+
+  If I should give my fiddle,
+    They'll think that I'm gone mad,
+  For many a joyful day
+    My fiddle and I have had.
+
+
+DCLVI.
+
+        Blenky my nutty-cock,
+          Blenk him away;
+        My nutty-cock's never
+          Been blenk'd to-day.
+  What wi' carding and spinning on't wheel,
+  We've never had time to blenk nutty-cock weel;
+  But let to-morrow come ever so sune,
+  My nutty-cock it sall be blenk'd by nune.
+
+
+DCLVII.
+
+  To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake,
+  Back again, back again, baby is late;
+  To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun,
+  Back again, back again, market is done.
+
+
+DCLVIII.
+
+  St. Thomas's-day is past and gone,
+    And Christmas is a-most a-come,
+        Maidens arise,
+        And make your pies,
+    And save poor tailor Bobby some.
+
+
+DCLIX.
+
+  How do you do, neighbour?
+  Neighbour, how do you do?
+    I am pretty well,
+  And how does Cousin Sue do?
+    She's pretty well,
+  And sends her duty to you,
+    So does bonnie Nell.
+  Good lack, how does she do?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: INDEX]
+
+
+                                                                  Page
+
+  A, B, C, and D,                                                   16
+
+  A, B, C, tumble down D,                                           14
+
+  About the bush, Willy,                                            91
+
+  A carrion crow sat on an oak,                                    115
+
+  A cat came fiddling out of a barn,                               219
+
+  A cow and a calf,                                                228
+
+  A diller, a dollar,                                               76
+
+  A dog and a cock,                                                 61
+
+  A duck and a drake,                                              164
+
+  A for the ape, that we saw at the fair,                           20
+
+  A good child, a good child,                                      314
+
+  A guinea it would sink,                                          174
+
+  A kid, a kid, my father bought,                                  288
+
+  A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,                       271
+
+  A little old man and I fell out,                                 144
+
+  A little old man of Derby,                                       153
+
+  All of a row,                                                    258
+
+  A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig,                        262
+
+  A man of words and not of deeds,                                  70
+
+  A man of words and not of deeds,                                  71
+
+  A man went a hunting at Reigate,                                 301
+
+  A pie sate on a pear-tree,                                        259
+
+  Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,                                  16
+
+  A pretty little girl in a round-eared cap,                        92
+
+  A pullet in the pen,                                              71
+
+  A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,                                132
+
+  Around the green gravel the grass grows green,                   314
+
+  Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,                              123
+
+  As I look'd out o' my chamber window,                            120
+
+  As I walk'd by myself,                                            11
+
+  As I was going along, long, long,                                107
+
+  As I was going by Charing Cross,                                   9
+
+  As I was going o'er London Bridge,                               121
+
+  As I was going o'er London Bridge,                               133
+
+  As I was going o'er Tipple Tine,                                 122
+
+  As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge,                          130
+
+  As I was going to St. Ives,                                      133
+
+  As I was going to sell my eggs,                                  314
+
+  As I was going up Pippen-hill,                                   224
+
+  As I was going up the hill,                                      106
+
+  As I was walking o'er Little Moorfields,                          96
+
+  As I went over Lincoln Bridge,                                   131
+
+  As I went over the water,                                        313
+
+  As I went over the water,                                        256
+
+  As I went through the garden gap,                                132
+
+  As I went to Bonner,                                             264
+
+  As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,                          132
+
+  As soft as silk, as white as milk,                               122
+
+  As the days grow longer,                                          73
+
+  As the days lengthen,                                             73
+
+  As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,                         265
+
+  As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks,                                229
+
+  Astra Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos,                     77
+
+  A sunshiny shower,                                                73
+
+  A swarm of bees in May,                                           72
+
+  At Brill on the Hill,                                            301
+
+  At Dover dwells George Brown Esquire,                             77
+
+  A thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching,           138
+
+  At the siege of Belle-isle,                                        6
+
+  Awake, arise, pull out your eyes,                                158
+
+  Awa', birds, away!                                               117
+
+  A was an apple-pie,                                               19
+
+  A was an archer, and shot at a frog,                              18
+
+
+  Baby and I,                                                      304
+
+  Bah, bah, black sheep,                                           279
+
+  Barber, barber, shave a pig,                                     309
+
+  Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur,                               267
+
+  Barney Bodkin broke his nose,                                    204
+
+  Bat, bat,                                                        172
+
+  Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,                                        246
+
+  Betty Pringle had a little pig,                                  266
+
+  Birch and green holly, boys,                                      77
+
+  Birds of a feather flock together,                               232
+
+  Black we are, but much admired,                                  129
+
+  Black within, and red without,                                   130
+
+  Blenky my nutty-cock,                                            315
+
+  Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!,                             312
+
+  Blue eye beauty,                                                 250
+
+  Bonny lass, canny lass, wilta be mine?,                          246
+
+  Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear,                                    70
+
+  Bow, wow, wow,                                                   270
+
+  Brave news is come to town,                                      225
+
+  Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother,                     56
+
+  Buff says Buff to all his men,                                   158
+
+  Burnie bee, burnie bee,                                          254
+
+  Buz, quoth the blue fly,                                         105
+
+  Bye, baby bumpkin,                                               207
+
+  Bye, baby bunting,                                               210
+
+  Bye, O my baby,                                                  209
+
+
+  Can you make me a cambric shirt,                                 241
+
+  Catch him, crow! carry him, kite!,                               260
+
+  Charley wag,                                                     305
+
+  Charley Warley had a cow,                                        278
+
+  Clap hands, clap hands,                                          172
+
+  Clap hands, clap hands!,                                         176
+
+  Cock a doodle doo,                                               214
+
+  Cock-a-doodle-do,                                                274
+
+  Cock Robin got up early,                                         266
+
+  Come, butter, come,                                              136
+
+  Come dance a jig,                                                220
+
+  Come, let's to bed,                                              308
+
+  Come when you're called,                                          80
+
+  Congeal'd water and Cain's brother,                              128
+
+  Cripple Dick upon a stick,                                       302
+
+  Croak! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think,                       257
+
+  Cross patch,                                                      79
+
+  Cuckoo, cherry tree,                                             173
+
+  Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?,                    250
+
+  Curr dhoo, curr dhoo,                                            277
+
+  Cuckoo, Cuckoo,                                                  260
+
+  Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk,                              135
+
+
+  Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,                            308
+
+  Dame, get up and bake your pies,                                 118
+
+  Dame, what makes your ducks to die?,                             272
+
+  Dance, little baby, dance up high,                               206
+
+  Dance, Thumbkin, dance,                                          155
+
+  Dance to your daddy,                                             206
+
+  Danty baby diddy,                                                208
+
+  Darby and Joan were dress'd in black,                            309
+
+  Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,                           216
+
+  Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe,                                  217
+
+  Dick and Tom, Will and John,                                     300
+
+  Dickery, Dickery, dare,                                          261
+
+  Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see,                   231
+
+  Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty,                                      215
+
+  Ding, dong, bell,                                                213
+
+  Ding, dong, darrow,                                              221
+
+  Doctor Faustus was a good man,                                    81
+
+  Doodle, doodle, doo,                                             221
+
+  Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan,                               219
+
+  Draw a pail of water,                                            160
+
+  Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,                                  301
+
+
+  Eat, birds, eat, and make no waste,                              264
+
+  Eggs, butter, bread,                                             180
+
+  Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight,                                    13
+
+  Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess,                              132
+
+  Elsie Marley is grown so fine,                                    97
+
+  Every lady in this land,                                         124
+
+  Eye winker,                                                      193
+
+
+  Father Johnson Nicholas Johnson's son,                            79
+
+  Father Short came down the lane,                                 152
+
+  Feedum, fiddledum fee,                                           217
+
+  F for fig, J for Jig,                                             15
+
+  Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,                                    218
+
+  Flour of England, fruit of Spain,                                124
+
+  Flowers, flowers, high-do,                                       183
+
+  Formed long ago, yet made to-day,                                131
+
+  For every evil under the sun,                                     74
+
+  Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,                    256
+
+  Fox, a fox, a lummalary,                                         193
+
+  Friday night's dream,                                             75
+
+
+  Gay go up and gay go down,                                       156
+
+  Gilly silly Jarter,                                              218
+
+  Girls and boys, come out to play,                                305
+
+  Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,                               210
+
+  Good horses, bad horses,                                         175
+
+  Good Queen Bess was a glorious dame,                               7
+
+  Goosey, goosey, gander,                                          281
+
+  Goosy, goosy, gander,                                            281
+
+  Go to bed first, a golden purse,                                  69
+
+  Go to bed Tom!,                                                  313
+
+  Gray goose and gander,                                           257
+
+  Great A, little a,                                                15
+
+  Green cheese, yellow laces,                                      169
+
+
+  Handy Spandy, Jack a dandy,                                      216
+
+  Hannah Bantry in the pantry,                                     305
+
+  Hark, hark,                                                      306
+
+  Hector Protector was dressed all in green,                         9
+
+  Heetum peetum penny pie,                                         188
+
+  Hemp-seed I set,                                                 233
+
+  Here am I, little jumping Joan,                                  200
+
+  Here come I,                                                     194
+
+  Here comes a lusty wooer,                                        249
+
+  Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,                          183
+
+  Here goes my lord,                                               168
+
+  Here sits the Lord Mayor,                                        181
+
+  Here stands a post,                                              177
+
+  Here we come a piping,                                           184
+
+  He that goes to see his wheat in May,                             74
+
+  He that would thrive,                                             72
+
+  Hey! diddle, diddle,                                             219
+
+  Hey! diddle, diddle,                                             222
+
+  Hey diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,                              218
+
+  Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?,                             214
+
+  Hey, dorolot, dorolot,                                           219
+
+  Hey, my kitten, my kitten,                                       208
+
+  Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,                                        120
+
+  Hic, hoc, the carrion crow,                                      116
+
+  Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,                                        16
+
+  Hickety, pickety, my black hen,                                  261
+
+  Hickory (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3),                              174
+
+  Hickup, hickup, go away,                                         140
+
+  Hickup, snicup,                                                  140
+
+  Hie hie, says Anthony,                                           262
+
+  Higglepy, Piggleby,                                              275
+
+  Higgledy piggledy,                                               126
+
+  High diddle ding,                                                  9
+
+  High diddle doubt, my candle out,                                313
+
+  High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,                              9
+
+  High, ding, cockatoo-moody,                                      222
+
+  Higher than a house, higher than a tree,                         129
+
+  Highty cock O!,                                                  173
+
+  Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green,                     133
+
+  Hink, minx! the old witch winks,                                 303
+
+  Ho! Master Teague, what is your story?,                            7
+
+  Hot-cross Buns!,                                                 104
+
+  How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou?,                        270
+
+  How does my lady's garden grow?,                                 106
+
+  How do you do, neighbour,                                        316
+
+  How many days has my baby to play?,                              308
+
+  How many miles is it to Babylon?,                                176
+
+  Hub a dub dub,                                                   218
+
+  Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck,                                     122
+
+  Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall,                                    129
+
+  Hurly, burly, trumpet trase,                                     276
+
+  Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?,                               280
+
+  Hush, hush, hush, hush,                                          207
+
+  Hush-a-bye a ba lamb,                                            209
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,                               209
+
+  Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,                                 211
+
+  Hush thee, my babby,                                             207
+
+  Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,                       205
+
+  Hyder iddle diddle dell,                                         217
+
+
+  I am a gold lock,                                                165
+
+  I am a pretty wench,                                             232
+
+  I can make diet bread,                                           184
+
+  I doubt, I doubt my fire is out,                                 237
+
+  I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick,                          309
+
+  I charge my daughters every one,                                 159
+
+  If a body meet a body,                                           304
+
+  If all the world was apple-pie,                                  198
+
+  If all the seas were one sea,                                    310
+
+  If a man who turnips cries,                                      204
+
+  If I'd as much money as I could spend,                           117
+
+  If ifs and ands,                                                  80
+
+  If wishes were horses,                                            69
+
+  If you love me, pop and fly,                                     135
+
+  If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger,                   71
+
+  If you with me will go, my love,                                 236
+
+  I had a little castle upon the sea-side,                         134
+
+  I had a little cow,                                              278
+
+  I had a little cow, to save her,                                 269
+
+  I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,                  252
+
+  I had a little dog, and they called him Buff,                    258
+
+  I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,                     274
+
+  I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,                253
+
+  I had a little husband,                                          240
+
+  I had a little moppet,                                           310
+
+  I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear,                    4
+
+  I had a little pony,                                             279
+
+  I had two pigeons bright and gay,                                266
+
+  I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep,                125
+
+  I have been to market, my lady, my lady,                         108
+
+  I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,                        277
+
+  I'll away yhame,                                                 277
+
+  I'll buy you a tartan bonnet,                                    212
+
+  I'll sing you a song,                                            118
+
+  I'll tell you a story,                                            59
+
+  I lost my mare in Lincoln Lane,                                  302
+
+  I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable,                 80
+
+  I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence,                         102
+
+  I married my wife by the light of the moon,                      243
+
+  In Arthur's court, Tom Thumb did live,                            43
+
+  In fir tar is,                                                    77
+
+  In July,                                                          74
+
+  In marble walls as white as milk,                                125
+
+  Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,                                    164
+
+  In the month of February,                                        269
+
+  I saw a peacock with a fiery tail,                               201
+
+  I saw a ship a-sailing,                                          203
+
+  I sell you the key of the king's garden,                         282
+
+  Is John Smith within?,                                           163
+
+  It's once I courted as pretty a lass,                            225
+
+  I've a glove in my hand,                                         192
+
+  I went into my grandmother's garden,                             121
+
+  I went to the toad that lies under the wall,                     136
+
+  I went to the wood and got it,                                   119
+
+  I went up one pair of stairs,                                    168
+
+  I won't be my father's Jack,                                     208
+
+  I would if I cou'd,                                              198
+
+
+  Jack and Jill went up the hill,                                  246
+
+  Jack be nimble,                                                  166
+
+  Jack in the pulpit, out and in,                                  231
+
+  Jack Sprat,                                                      275
+
+  Jack Sprat could eat no fat,                                     233
+
+  Jack Sprat's pig,                                                267
+
+  Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,                                  101
+
+  Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,                                  315
+
+  Jeanie, come tie my,                                              94
+
+  Jim and George were two great lords,                              12
+
+  John Ball shot them all,                                         283
+
+  John, come sell thy fiddle,                                      231
+
+  John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!,                 114
+
+  Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf,                                  262
+
+  Johnny shall have a new bonnet,                                   95
+
+
+  King's Sutton is a pretty town,                                  300
+
+
+  Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,                             272
+
+  Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home,                            263
+
+  Legomoton,                                                        81
+
+  Leg over leg,                                                    280
+
+  Lend me thy mare to ride a mile?,                                 91
+
+  Let us go to the wood, says this pig,                            170
+
+  Little Bob Robin,                                                268
+
+  Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,                                93
+
+  Little boy blue, come blow up your horn,                         281
+
+  Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?,                     301
+
+  Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin,                       277
+
+  Little Dicky Dilver,                                             221
+
+  Little General Monk,                                              13
+
+  Little girl, little girl, where have you been?,                  306
+
+  Little Jack a dandy,                                             217
+
+  Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor,                      234
+
+  Little Jack Jingle,                                              229
+
+  Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,                             65
+
+  Little John Jiggy Jag,                                           245
+
+  Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,                          41
+
+  Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?,                   302
+
+  Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?,                   232
+
+  Little Mary Ester,                                               307
+
+  Little Nancy Etticoat,                                           127
+
+  Little Poll Parrot,                                              254
+
+  Little Robin Red-breast,                                         261
+
+  Little Robin Red-breast,                                         262
+
+  Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,                          273
+
+  Little Tee wee,                                                  215
+
+  Little Tom Dandy,                                                247
+
+  Little Tom Dogget,                                                86
+
+  Little Tommy Tacket,                                             311
+
+  Little Tommy Tittlemouse,                                         41
+
+  Little Tom Tittlemouse,                                           61
+
+  Little Tom Tucker,                                               308
+
+  Lives in winter,                                                 134
+
+  Lock the dairy door,                                             279
+
+  London bridge is broken down,                                     98
+
+  Long Legs, crooked thighs,                                       128
+
+  Love your own, kiss your own,                                    248
+
+
+  Madam, I am come to court you,                                   244
+
+  Made in London,                                                  121
+
+  Make three-fourths of a cross,                                   123
+
+  Margaret wrote a letter,                                         248
+
+  Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep,                           163
+
+  Master I have, and I am his man,                                 237
+
+  Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,                                   136
+
+  May my geese fly over your barn?,                                190
+
+  Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,                  103
+
+  Miss one, two, and three could never agree,                       17
+
+  Mistress Mary, quite contrary,                                    81
+
+  Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy,                 66
+
+  Multiplication is vexation,                                       78
+
+  My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,                           210
+
+  My dear, do you know,                                             35
+
+  My father and mother,                                            302
+
+  My father he died, but I can't tell you how,                      92
+
+  My father he left me, just as he was able,                       138
+
+  My father left me three acres of land,                           109
+
+  My father was a Frenchman,                                       180
+
+  My grandmother sent me a new-fashioned, &c.,                     139
+
+  My lady Wind, my lady Wind,                                       60
+
+  My little old man and I fell out,                                312
+
+  My maid Mary,                                                    104
+
+  My mother and your mother,                                       195
+
+  My story's ended,                                                 79
+
+  My true love lives far from me,                                  201
+
+
+  Nature requires five,                                             69
+
+  Needles and pins, needles and pins,                               73
+
+  Now we dance, looby, looby, looby,                               190
+
+  Number number nine, this hoop's mine,                            168
+
+
+  Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see,                        102
+
+  Oh, dear, what can the matter be?,                               152
+
+  Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello,               245
+
+  Oh, where are you going,                                          82
+
+  Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,                                 60
+
+  Old Betty Blue,                                                  146
+
+  Old father Graybeard,                                            134
+
+  Old Father of the Pye,                                            99
+
+  Old King Cole,                                                     1
+
+  Old Mother Goose, when,                                           56
+
+  Old mother Hubbard,                                              146
+
+  Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,                 144
+
+  Old Sir Simon the king,                                          314
+
+  Old mother Twitchett had but one eye,                            125
+
+  Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?,                   143
+
+  Once I saw a little bird,                                        263
+
+  Once upon a time there was an old sow,                            37
+
+  On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit,                              276
+
+  One, 2, 3, 4, 5,                                                  15
+
+  One-ery, two-ery,                                                154
+
+  One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum,                                  167
+
+  One misty moisty morning,                                         84
+
+  One moonshiny night,                                               3
+
+  One's none,                                                       15
+
+  One old Oxford ox opening oysters,                               175
+
+  One to make ready,                                               156
+
+  One, two,                                                         17
+
+  One, two, three,                                                  14
+
+  On Saturday night,                                               237
+
+  O rare Harry Parry,                                              249
+
+  O that I was where I would be,                                   196
+
+  O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller,                         229
+
+  Our saucy boy Dick,                                               66
+
+  Over the water, and over the lee,                                  8
+
+
+  Pancakes and fritters,                                           108
+
+  Parson Darby wore a black gown,                                  311
+
+  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!,                             18
+
+  Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,                         130
+
+  Pease-pudding hot,                                               158
+
+  Peg, Peg, wish a wooden leg,                                     311
+
+  Pemmy was a pretty girl,                                          63
+
+  Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,                     138
+
+  Peter White will ne'er go right,                                 196
+
+  Pit, Pat, well-a-day,                                            253
+
+  Pitty Patty Polt,                                                270
+
+  Please to remember,                                                7
+
+  Polly, put the kettle on,                                         83
+
+  Poor old Robinson Crusoe!,                                        10
+
+  Pretty John Watts,                                               275
+
+  Punch and Judy,                                                   32
+
+  Purple, yellow, red, and green,                                  129
+
+  Pussey cat sits by the fire,                                     274
+
+  Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,                           220
+
+  Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,                      267
+
+  Pussy cat Mole,                                                  264
+
+  Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been,                       257
+
+  Pussy sat by the fire-side,                                      261
+
+  Pussy sits behind the fire,                                      269
+
+
+  Queen Anne, queen Anne, you sit in the sun,                      161
+
+
+  Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie,                                      211
+
+  Rain, Rain, go away,                                             305
+
+  Riddle me, riddle me, ree,                                       263
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,                              165
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,                              166
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,                              170
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross,                             170
+
+  Ride baby, ride,                                                 210
+
+  Ring me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3),                      170
+
+  Ring the bell!,                                                  182
+
+  Robert Barnes, fellow fine,                                      260
+
+  Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round,                         139
+
+  Robin-a-Bobin bent his bow,                                      271
+
+  Robin and Richard were two pretty men,                            59
+
+  Robin Hood, Robin Hood,                                            3
+
+  Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,                            33
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green,                           209
+
+  Rock well my cradle,                                             212
+
+  Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,                                    222
+
+  Rosemary green,                                                  232
+
+  Round about, round about,                                        222
+
+  Rowley Powley, pudding and pie,                                  248
+
+  Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,                                  280
+
+
+  Saw ye aught of my love a coming from ye market,                 240
+
+  Says t'auld man tit oak tree,                                     89
+
+  See a pin and pick it up,                                         69
+
+  See, saw, Margery Daw,                                           164
+
+  See, saw, Margery Daw,                                           165
+
+  See, saw, Margery Daw,                                           276
+
+  See, saw, sack-a-day,                                              8
+
+  See-saw, jack a daw,                                             176
+
+  See-saw sacradown,                                               177
+
+  See, see? what shall I see?,                                     133
+
+  Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang,                      307
+
+  Shoe the colt,                                                   265
+
+  Shoe the colt, shoe!,                                            180
+
+  Sieve my lady's oatmeal,                                         161
+
+  Simple Simon met a pieman,                                        31
+
+  Sing a song of sixpence,                                          90
+
+  Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,                                216
+
+  Sing, sing, what shall I sing?,                                  215
+
+  Solomon Grundy,                                                   33
+
+  Some little mice sat in a barn to spin,                          255
+
+  Some up, and some down,                                           95
+
+  Snail, snail, come out of your hole,                             254
+
+  Snail, snail, put out your horns,                                272
+
+  Snail, snail, shut out your horns,                               273
+
+  Sneel, snaul,                                                    254
+
+  Speak when you're spoken to,                                      80
+
+  St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,                             68
+
+  St. Thomas's-day is past and gone,                               316
+
+  Swan swam over the sea,                                          139
+
+  Sylvia, sweet as morning air,                                    226
+
+
+  Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,                          64
+
+  Tell tale, tit!,                                                  76
+
+  Ten and ten and twice eleven,                                    121
+
+  The art of good driving 's a paradox quite,                       75
+
+  The barber shaved the mason,                                     310
+
+  The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,                      253
+
+  The cock doth crow,                                              258
+
+  The cuckoo's a fine bird,                                        251
+
+  The cuckoo's a vine bird,                                        252
+
+  The dog of the kill,                                             195
+
+  The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?,                        270
+
+  The fair maid who, the first of May,                              75
+
+  The first day of Christmas,                                      184
+
+  The fox and his wife they had a great strife,                     84
+
+  The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,                 303
+
+  The king of France, and four thousand men,                         5
+
+  The king of France, the king of France, with forty thousand men,   6
+
+  The king of France went up the hill,                               5
+
+  The king of France, with twenty thousand men,                      5
+
+  The keys of Canterbury,                                          234
+
+  The lion and the unicorn,                                         42
+
+  The little priest of Felton,                                     300
+
+  The man in the moon,                                              66
+
+  The mackerel's cry,                                               74
+
+  The man in the moon drinks claret,                               309
+
+  The man in the wilderness asked me,                              199
+
+  The moon nine days old,                                          127
+
+  The north wind doth blow,                                         96
+
+  The old woman and her pig,                                       292
+
+  The pettitoes are little feet,                                   278
+
+  The quaker's wife got up to bake,                                312
+
+  There once was a gentleman grand,                                 22
+
+  There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,              33
+
+  There was a fat man of Bombay,                                    34
+
+  There was a frog lived in a well,                                110
+
+  There was a girl in our towne,                                   119
+
+  There was a jolly miller,                                         42
+
+  There was a jolly miller,                                        107
+
+  There was a king, and he had three daughters,                     65
+
+  There was a king met a king,                                     123
+
+  There was a little boy and a little girl,                        228
+
+  There was a little boy went into a barn,                         273
+
+  There was a little Guinea-pig,                                   200
+
+  There was a little maid, and she was afraid,                     243
+
+  There was a little man,                                           36
+
+  There was a little man,                                          227
+
+  There was a little nobby colt,                                   299
+
+  There was a little one-eyed gunner,                              264
+
+  There was a little pretty lad,                                   247
+
+  There was a man, and he had naught,                               36
+
+  There was a man and he was mad,                                  203
+
+  There was a man, and his name was Dob,                           190
+
+  There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,        113
+
+  There was a man of Newington,                                    197
+
+  There was a man rode through our town,                           130
+
+  There was a man who had no eyes,                                 127
+
+  There was a monkey climb'd up a tree,                             11
+
+  There was an old crow,                                           259
+
+  There was an old man,                                            152
+
+  There was an old man of Tobago,                                  152
+
+  There was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row,                    145
+
+  There was an old man, who lived in a wood,                       150
+
+  There was an old woman,                                          144
+
+  There was an old woman,                                          144
+
+  There was an old woman,                                          149
+
+  There was an old woman, and what do you think?,                  199
+
+  There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,                      141
+
+  There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,                    153
+
+  There was an old woman had nothing,                              200
+
+  There was an old woman had three cows,                           276
+
+  There was an old woman had three sons,                           150
+
+  There was an old woman, her name it was Peg,                     143
+
+  There was an old woman in Surrey,                                153
+
+  There was an old woman of Leeds,                                 145
+
+  There was an old woman of Norwich,                               153
+
+  There was an old woman sat spinning,                             143
+
+  There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket,                    145
+
+  There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,                      142
+
+  There was an owl lived in an oak,                                258
+
+  There was a piper, he'd a cow,                                   265
+
+  There were three jovial Welshmen,                                161
+
+  There were three sisters in a hall,                              128
+
+  There were two birds sat on a stone,                             106
+
+  There were two blackbirds,                                       167
+
+  The robin and the wren,                                          268
+
+  The rose is red, the grass is green,                               6
+
+  The rose is red, the grass is green,                              79
+
+  The sow came in with the saddle,                                 255
+
+  The tailor of Bicester,                                          300
+
+  The white dove sat on the castle wall,                            97
+
+  The winds, they did blow,                                        268
+
+  They that wash on Monday,                                         72
+
+  Thirty days hath September,                                       78
+
+  Thirty white horses upon a red hill,                             128
+
+  This is the house that Jack built,                               285
+
+  This is the key of the kingdom,                                  174
+
+  This is the way the ladies ride,                                 189
+
+  This pig went to market,                                         172
+
+  This pig went to market,                                         182
+
+  This pig went to the barn,                                       183
+
+  Thomas and Annis met in the dark,                                239
+
+  Thomas a Tattamus took two T's,                                  126
+
+  Three blind mice, see how they run!,                             110
+
+  Three children sliding on the ice,                               197
+
+  Three crooked cripples went through Cripplegate,                 139
+
+  Three straws on a staff,                                          69
+
+  Three wise men of Gotham,                                         59
+
+  Thumb bold,                                                      193
+
+  Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,                            182
+
+  Tiddle liddle lightum,                                           216
+
+  Tip, top, tower,                                                 168
+
+  Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse,                                     295
+
+  Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!,                                     198
+
+  To Beccles! to Beccles!,                                         191
+
+  To make your candles last for a',                                 68
+
+  To market ride the gentlemen,                                    169
+
+  To market, to market,                                            206
+
+  To market, to market,                                            211
+
+  To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,                          307
+
+  To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,                          221
+
+  To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake,                        315
+
+  Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,                              167
+
+  Tom he was a piper's son,                                         99
+
+  Tommy kept a chandler's shop,                                     62
+
+  Tommy Trot a man of law,                                         230
+
+  Tom shall have a new bonnet,                                     207
+
+  Tom, Tom, the piper's son,                                        42
+
+  Trip and go, heave and hoe,                                      189
+
+  Trip trap over the grass,                                        177
+
+  Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,                       94
+
+  'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'Twas a holiday,                  256
+
+  Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee,                                     220
+
+  Twelve huntsmen with horns and hounds,                           159
+
+  Twelve pears hanging high,                                       124
+
+  Two broken tradesmen,                                            171
+
+  Two legs sat upon three legs,                                    131
+
+
+  Up at Piccadilly oh!,                                             89
+
+  Up hill and down dale,                                           231
+
+  Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,                   198
+
+  Up street, and down street,                                      244
+
+
+  Wash hands, wash,                                                312
+
+  We are three brethren out of Spain,                              178
+
+  Weave the diaper tick-a-tick tick,                               166
+
+  We make no spare,                                                  4
+
+  We're all dry with drinking on't,                                230
+
+  We're all in the dumps,                                          306
+
+  What are little boys made of,                                    304
+
+  What care I how black I be,                                      226
+
+  What do they call you?,                                          255
+
+  What is the rhyme for poringer?,                                  10
+
+  What shoe-maker makes shoes without leather,                     126
+
+  What's the news of the day,                                      306
+
+  When a Twister a twisting will twist him a twist,                137
+
+  When good king Arthur ruled this land,                             2
+
+  When I was a little boy, I had but little wit,                    81
+
+  When I was a little girl, about seven years old,                  62
+
+  When I was taken from the fair body,                             120
+
+  When I went up sandy hill,                                       134
+
+  When Jacky's a very good boy,                                    311
+
+  When shall we be married,                                        229
+
+  When the sand doth feed the clay,                                 75
+
+  When the snow is on the ground,                                  259
+
+  When the wind is in the east,                                     70
+
+  When V and I together meet,                                       78
+
+  Where are you going, my pretty maid?,                            107
+
+  Where have you been all the day,                                 226
+
+  Where have you been to-day, Billy, my son,                       242
+
+  Where was a sugar and fretty,                                    212
+
+  Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle, daughter dear,              117
+
+  Who comes here?,                                                 313
+
+  Who goes round my house this night?,                             155
+
+  Who is going round my sheepfold?,                                173
+
+  Whoop, whoop, and hollow,                                        167
+
+  Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going,                       307
+
+  Willy, Willy Wilkin,                                             225
+
+  William and Mary, George and Anne,                                10
+
+  Wooley Foster has gone to sea,                                   105
+
+
+  Yeow mussent sing a' Sunday,                                      73
+
+  Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,                      238
+
+  Young lambs to sell,                                             211
+
+  You shall have an apple,                                          89
+
+
+[Illustration: END]
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Transcriber' Note:
+
+This book contains a lot of dialect, which has been retained.
+
+page 2: 'fidlers' agrees with scan; retained, despite 'fiddle' in same
+poem. 17th century and older spelling was not necessarily standardised,
+even within the same sentence.
+
+page 42: 'flee' is followed by 'Mr. Flea'. But 'flee' rhymes with 'Dee',
+and has been retained.
+
+page 75, and Index: "driving 's":
+"The art of good driving 's a paradox quite," agrees with both scans,
+and has been retained.
+
+CCCLI.
+The second small print explanatory note did not contain quote marks,
+and they have not been added.
+
+CCCLIII.
+The missing opening and closing quote marks in the explanatory note
+are implied by the first quote marks ("Eleven going for twelve."),
+but have not been added.
+
+CCCXCII.
+
+'did'nt' retained: "O then my poor baby did'nt cry!"
+
+CCCCXXXII.
+
+'would'nt' retained: "The miller would'nt have her,"
+
+
+Colons have been used extensively throughout the book, where, perhaps
+a semi-colon would be used today. The colons have been retained, as
+they seem to suggest a subtle nuance of meaning.
+
+
+A few obvious punctuation errors have been repaired.
+Old-fashioned, but correct, punctuation (which agrees with the scans)
+has been retained.
+
+
+There are, however, some apparently genuine typographical or
+printer's errors.
+
+
+Errata
+
+page iv: 'doggrel' corrected to 'doggerel': "the place of the ancient
+doggerel"
+
+page 37: 'shin' corrected to 'chin': "No, no, by the hair of my chiny
+chin chin."
+
+page 92: 'buble' corrected to 'bubble': "Jack sing saddle oh,
+        Blowsey boys bubble oh,"
+
+page 110: Músicks' corrected to Musicks (accent not on orig. book cover)
+(http://www.pbm.com/~lindahl/ravenscroft/deuteromelia/deut_01small.html)
+
+page 158: 'here' corrected to 'hear': "And hear what time of day;"
+
+page 222: 'scarely' corrected to 'scarcely': "that our endeavours are
+scarcely likely to be attended with success."
+
+page 317: 'sat' corrected to 'sate':
+     "A pie sate on a pear-tree,    259"
+
+page 321: 'came' corrected to 'come':
+     "Girls and boys, come out to play,    305"
+
+page 332: 'thay' corrected to 'they':
+     "What do they call you?,     255"
+
+
+Sundry "Index" entries have been relocated for consistency.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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