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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
+
+Author: Various
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+Illustrator: W. B. Scott
+
+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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+<h2>THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/001-1000.jpg"><img src="images/001-320.jpg" alt="family portrait" /></a></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/002-1000.jpg"><img src="images/002-320.jpg" alt="THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND, Collected by JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL." /></a></div>
+
+<h2>THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND:</h2>
+
+<h3>Collected by</h3>
+
+<h2>JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL.</h2>
+
+<h1>THE NURSERY RHYMES</h1>
+
+<h3>OF</h3>
+
+<h2>ENGLAND.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL.</h3>
+
+<h3>WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W. B. SCOTT.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/003-258.jpg"><img src="images/003-58.jpg" alt="glyph - mounted wings and horseshoe" /></a></div>
+
+<h4>LONDON AND NEW YORK: FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.</h4>
+
+<h4>1886.</h4>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/004-1000.jpg"><img src="images/004-600.jpg" alt="decorative carving" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>PREFACE</h2>
+
+<h5>TO THE</h5>
+
+<h3>FIFTH EDITION.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/009-rule.png" width="150" height="25" alt="009_ rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<p>
+<img src="images/004-cap_t-40.png" align="left" hspace="1" alt="T" border="0" />
+<br style="line-height: 90%" /><b>HE</b> 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"&mdash;a
+proof that there is contained in some of
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="pageiv" id="pageiv"></a>[page iv]</span>
+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 <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'doggrel'">doggerel</ins>.</p>
+
+<p>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 "<i>under</i>" instead
+of "<i>over</i> the moon;" while of course the
+little dog must be considered as "barking,"
+not "laughing" at the circumstance.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="pagev" id="pagev"></a>[page v]</span>
+
+<p>These, or any such objections,&mdash;for it
+seems there are others of about equal weight,&mdash;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&mdash;they
+have been collected from nearly every
+county in England&mdash;will be to them real
+flowers, soothing the misery of many an
+hour of infantine adversity.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="pagevi" id="pagevi"></a>[page vi]</span><br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="pagevii" id="pagevii"></a>[page vii]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/005-800.jpg"><img src="images/005-500.jpg" alt="nursery rhymes" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+<table summary="Table of Contents" align="center" width="60%" border="0">
+<tr>
+       <td>&nbsp;</td>
+       <td class="right1a">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>FIRST CLASS&mdash;HISTORICAL</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page1">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>SECOND CLASS&mdash;LITERAL</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page14">14</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>THIRD CLASS&mdash;TALES</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page22">22</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>FOURTH CLASS&mdash;PROVERBS</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page68">68</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>FIFTH CLASS&mdash;SCHOLASTIC</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page76">76</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>SIXTH CLASS&mdash;SONGS</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page82">82</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>SEVENTH CLASS&mdash;RIDDLES</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page119">119</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>EIGHTH CLASS&mdash;CHARMS</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page135">135</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>NINTH CLASS&mdash;GAFFERS AND GAMMERS</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page141">141</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>TENTH CLASS&mdash;GAMES</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page154">154</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+       <td>ELEVENTH CLASS&mdash;PARADOXES<span class="pagenum"><a name="pageviii" id="pageviii"></a>[page viii]</span></td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page196">196</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>TWELFTH CLASS&mdash;LULLABIES</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page205">205</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>THIRTEENTH CLASS&mdash;JINGLES</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page213">213</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>FOURTEENTH CLASS&mdash;LOVE AND MATRIMONY</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page224">224</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>FIFTEENTH CLASS&mdash;NATURAL HISTORY</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page251">251</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>SIXTEENTH CLASS&mdash;ACCUMULATIVE STORIES</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page282">282</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>SEVENTEENTH CLASS&mdash;LOCAL</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page299">299</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>EIGHTEENTH CLASS&mdash;RELICS</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page303">303</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+       <td>INDEX</td>
+       <td class="right"><a href="#page317">317</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/006-800.jpg"><img src="images/006-400.jpg" alt="a long way to go" /></a></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page1" id="page1"></a>[page 1]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/007-1000.jpg"><img src="images/007-500.jpg" alt="First Class--Historical" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>FIRST CLASS&mdash;HISTORICAL.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/plain_rule150.png" width="150" height="25" alt="plain rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>I.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/007-cap_o-30.png" width="30" height="55"  hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>LD</b> King Cole</p>
+<p class="i4">Was a merry old soul,</p>
+<p>And a merry old soul was he;</p>
+<p>He called for his pipe,</p>
+<p>And he called for his bowl,</p>
+<p>And he called for his fiddlers three.</p>
+<p>Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,</p>
+<p>And a very fine fiddle had he;</p>
+<p>Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.</p>
+<p>Oh, there's none so rare,</p>
+<p>As can compare</p>
+<p>With King Cole and his fiddlers three!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">
+[The traditional Nursery Rhymes of England commence with a legendary
+satire on King Cole, who reigned in Britain, as the old chroniclers inform
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page2" id="page2"></a>[page 2]</span>
+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:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>Good King Cole,</p>
+<p>He call'd for his bowl,</p>
+<p>And he call'd for fidlers three:</p>
+<p>And there was fiddle fiddle,</p>
+<p>And twice fiddle fiddle,</p>
+<p>For 'twas my lady's birth-day;</p>
+<p>Therefore we keep holiday,</p>
+<p>And come to be merry.]</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>II.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> good king Arthur ruled this land,</p>
+<p class="i2">He was a goodly king;</p>
+<p>He stole three pecks of barley-meal,</p>
+<p class="i2">To make a bag-pudding.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A bag-pudding the king did make,</p>
+<p class="i2">And stuff'd it well with plums:</p>
+<p>And in it put great lumps of fat,</p>
+<p class="i2">As big as my two thumbs.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The king and queen did eat thereof,</p>
+<p class="i2">And noblemen beside;</p>
+<p>And what they could not eat that night,</p>
+<p class="i2">The queen next morning fried.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page3" id="page3"></a>[page 3]</span>
+
+<h3>III.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Robin Hood</b></span>, Robin Hood,</p>
+<p>Is in the mickle wood!</p>
+<p>Little John, Little John,</p>
+<p>He to the town is gone.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Robin Hood, Robin Hood,</p>
+<p class="i2">Is telling his beads,</p>
+<p>All in the green wood,</p>
+<p class="i2">Among the green weeds.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Little John, Little John,</p>
+<p class="i2">If he comes no more,</p>
+<p>Robin Hood, Robin Hood,</p>
+<p class="i2">He will fret full sore!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>IV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following lines were obtained in Oxfordshire. The story to which it
+alludes is related by Matthew Paris.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span> moonshiny night</p>
+<p>As I sat high,</p>
+<p>Waiting for one</p>
+<p>To come by;</p>
+<p>The boughs did bend,</p>
+<p>My heart did ache</p>
+<p>To see what hole the fox did make.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page4" id="page4"></a>[page 4]</span>
+
+<h3>V.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following perhaps refers to Joanna of Castile, who visited the court of
+Henry the Seventh, in the year 1506.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little nut tree, nothing would it bear</p>
+<p>But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;</p>
+<p>The king of Spain's daughter came to visit me,</p>
+<p>And all was because of my little nut tree.</p>
+<p>I skipp'd over water, I danced over sea,</p>
+<p>And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>VI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>We</b></span> make no spare</p>
+<p>Of John Hunkes' mare;</p>
+<p>And now I</p>
+<p>Think she will die;</p>
+<p>He thought it good</p>
+<p>To put her in the wood,</p>
+<p>To seek where she might ly dry;</p>
+<p>If the mare should chance to fale,</p>
+<p>Then the crownes would for her sale.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page5" id="page5"></a>[page 5]</span>
+
+<h3>VII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 19, written in the time of Charles I.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> king of France, and four thousand men,</p>
+<p>They drew their swords, and put them up again.</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>VIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> king of France went up the hill,</p>
+<p class="i2">With twenty thousand men;</p>
+<p>The king of France came down the hill,</p>
+<p class="i2">And ne'er went up again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>IX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> king of France, with twenty thousand men,</p>
+<p>Went up the hill, and then came down again;</p>
+<p>The king of Spain, with twenty thousand more,</p>
+<p>Climb'd the same hill the French had climb'd before.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page6" id="page6"></a>[page 6]</span>
+
+<h3>X.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> king of France, the king of France,</p>
+<p class="i4">with forty thousand men,</p>
+<p>Oh, they all went up the hill, and so&mdash;came</p>
+<p class="i4">back again!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>At</b></span> the siege of Belle-isle</p>
+<p>I was there all the while,</p>
+<p>All the while, all the while,</p>
+<p>At the siege of Belle-isle.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The tune to the following may be found in the 'English Dancing Master,'
+1631, p. 37.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> rose is red, the grass is green,</p>
+<p>Serve Queen Bess our noble queen;</p>
+<p class="i4">Kitty the spinner</p>
+<p class="i4">Will sit down to dinner,</p>
+<p>And eat the leg of a frog;</p>
+<p class="i4">All good people</p>
+<p class="i4">Look over the steeple,</p>
+<p>And see the cat play with the dog.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page7" id="page7"></a>[page 7]</span>
+
+<h3>XIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Good</b></span> Queen Bess was a glorious dame,</p>
+<p>When bonny King Jemmy from Scotland came;</p>
+<p>We'll pepper their bodies,</p>
+<p>Their peaceable noddies,</p>
+<p>And give them a crack of the crown!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The word <i>tory</i> 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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ho</b></span>! Master Teague, what is your story?</p>
+<p>I went to the wood and kill'd a <i>tory</i>;</p>
+<p>I went to the wood and kill'd another;</p>
+<p>Was it the same, or was it his brother?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I hunted him in, and I hunted him out,</p>
+<p>Three times through the bog, about and about;</p>
+<p>When out of a bush I saw his head,</p>
+<p>So I fired my gun, and I shot him dead.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Please</b></span> to remember</p>
+<p>The fifth of November,</p>
+<p class="i2">Gunpowder treason and plot;</p>
+<p>I know no reason</p>
+<p>Why gunpowder treason</p>
+<p class="i2">Should ever be forgot.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page8" id="page8"></a>[page 8]</span>
+
+<h3>XVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[Taken from MS. Douce, 357, fol. 124. See Echard's 'History of England,'
+book iii, chap. 1.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span> saw, sack-a-day;</p>
+<p>Monmouth is a pretie boy,</p>
+<p class="i2">Richmond is another,</p>
+<p>Grafton is my onely joy,</p>
+<p>And why should I these three destroy,</p>
+<p class="i2">To please a pious brother!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Over</b></span> the water, and over the lee,</p>
+<p>And over the water to Charley.</p>
+<p>Charley loves good ale and wine,</p>
+<p>And Charley loves good brandy,</p>
+<p>And Charley loves a pretty girl,</p>
+<p>As sweet as sugar-candy.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Over the water, and over the sea,</p>
+<p>And over the water to Charley,</p>
+<p>I'll have none of your nasty beef,</p>
+<p>Nor I'll have none of your barley;</p>
+<p>But I'll have some of your very best flour;</p>
+<p>To make a white cake for my Charley.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page9" id="page9"></a>[page 9]</span>
+
+<h3>XVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The following is partly quoted in an old song in a MS. at Oxford, Ashmole,
+No. 36, fol. 113.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going by Charing Cross,</p>
+<p>I saw a black man upon a black horse;</p>
+<p>They told me it was King Charles the First;</p>
+<p>Oh dear! my heart was ready to burst!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>High</b></span> diddle ding,</p>
+<p>Did you hear the bells ring?</p>
+<p>The parliament soldiers are gone to the king!</p>
+<p>Some they did laugh, some they did cry,</p>
+<p>To see the parliament soldiers pass by.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>High</b></span> ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,</p>
+<p>The parliament soldiers are gone to the king;</p>
+<p>Some with new beavers, some with new bands,</p>
+<p>The parliament soldiers are all to be hang'd.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hector Protector</b></span> was dressed all in green;</p>
+<p>Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.</p>
+<p>The Queen did not like him,</p>
+<p>Nor more did the King:</p>
+<p>So Hector Protector was sent back again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page10" id="page10"></a>[page 10]</span>
+
+<h3>XXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following is a fragment of a song on the subject, which was introduced
+by Russell in the character of Jerry Sneak.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Poor</b></span> old Robinson Crusoe!</p>
+<p>Poor old Robinson Crusoe!</p>
+<p>They made him a coat</p>
+<p>Of an old nanny goat,</p>
+<p class="i2">I wonder how they could do so!</p>
+<p>With a ring a ting tang,</p>
+<p>And a ring a ting tang,</p>
+<p class="i2">Poor old Robinson Crusoe!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>What</b></span> is the rhyme for <i>poringer?</i></p>
+<p>The king he had a daughter fair,</p>
+<p>And gave the Prince of Orange her.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following nursery song alludes to William III and George prince of
+Denmark.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>William</b></span> and Mary, George and Anne,</p>
+<p>Four such children had never a man:</p>
+<p>They put their father to flight and shame,</p>
+<p>And call'd their brother a shocking bad name.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page11" id="page11"></a>[page 11]</span>
+
+<h3>XXV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A song on King William the Third.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I walk'd by myself,</p>
+<p>And talked to myself,</p>
+<p class="i2">Myself said unto me,</p>
+<p>Look to thyself,</p>
+<p>Take care of thyself,</p>
+<p class="i2">For nobody cares for thee.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I answer'd myself,</p>
+<p>And said to myself</p>
+<p class="i2">In the self-same repartee,</p>
+<p>Look to thyself,</p>
+<p>Or not look to thyself,</p>
+<p class="i2">The self-same thing will be.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a monkey climb'd up a tree,</p>
+<p>When he fell down, then down fell he.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was a crow sat on a stone,</p>
+<p>When he was gone, then there was none.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was an old wife did eat an apple,</p>
+<p>When she had eat two, she had eat a couple.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page12" id="page12"></a>[page 12]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was a horse going to the mill,</p>
+<p>When he went on, he stood not still.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was a butcher cut his thumb,</p>
+<p>When it did bleed, then blood did come.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was a lackey ran a race,</p>
+<p>When he ran fast, he ran apace.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was a cobbler clowting shoon,</p>
+<p>When they were mended, they were done.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was a chandler making candle,</p>
+<p>When he them strip, he did them handle.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was a navy went into Spain,</p>
+<p>When it return'd it came again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following may possibly allude to King George and the Pretender.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jim</b></span> and George were two great lords,</p>
+<p class="i2">They fought all in a churn;</p>
+<p>And when that Jim got George by the nose,</p>
+<p class="i2">Then George began to gern.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page13" id="page13"></a>[page 13]</span>
+
+<h3>XXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> General Monk</p>
+<p class="i4">Sat upon a trunk,</p>
+<p>Eating a crust of bread;</p>
+<p class="i4">There fell a hot coal</p>
+<p class="i4">And burnt in his clothes a hole,</p>
+<p>Now General Monk is dead.</p>
+<p class="i4">Keep always from the fire:</p>
+<p class="i4">If it catch your attire,</p>
+<p>You too, like Monk, will be dead.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Eighty-eight</b></span> wor Kirby feight,</p>
+<p class="i2">When nivver a man was slain;</p>
+<p>They yatt their meaat, an drank ther drink</p>
+<p class="i2">An sae com merrily heaam agayn.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/008-700.jpg"><img src="images/008-350.jpg" alt="bowl, with bunches of grapes, balancing on sceptre" /></a></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" id="page14"></a>[page 14]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/009-750.jpg"><img src="images/009-400.jpg" alt="Second Class--Literal" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>SECOND CLASS&mdash;LITERAL.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>XXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/007-cap_o-30.png" width="30" height="55"  hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>NE</b>, two, three,</p>
+<p class="i4">I love coffee,</p>
+<p>And Billy loves tea.</p>
+<p>How good you be,</p>
+<p>One, two, three.</p>
+<p>I love coffee,</p>
+<p>And Billy loves tea.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>A</b>, <b>B</b>, <b>C</b>, tumble down <b>D</b>,</p>
+<p>The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" id="page15"></a>[page 15]</span>
+
+<h3>XXXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[<i>Finis.</i>]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>F</b> for fig, <b>J</b> for jig,</p>
+<p class="i2">And <b>N</b> for knuckle bones,</p>
+<p><b>I</b> for John the waterman,</p>
+<p class="i2">And <b>S</b> for sack of stones.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><b>1</b>, <b>2</b>, <b>3</b>, <b>4</b>, <b>5</b>!</p>
+<p>I caught a hare alive;</p>
+<p class="i2"><b>6</b>, <b>7</b>, <b>8</b>, <b>9</b>, <b>10</b>!</p>
+<p>I let her go again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Great A</b></span>, little a,</p>
+<p class="i2"><b>B</b>ouncing <b>B</b>!</p>
+<p>The cat's in the cupboard,</p>
+<p class="i2">And she can't see.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span>'s none;</p>
+<p><b>Two</b>'s some;</p>
+<p><b>Three</b>'s a many;</p>
+<p><b>Four</b>'s a penny;</p>
+<p><b>Five</b> is a little hundred.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" id="page16"></a>[page 16]</span>
+
+<h3>XXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>A</b>, <b>B</b>, <b>C</b>, and <b>D</b>,</p>
+<p>Pray, playmates, agree,</p>
+<p><b>E</b>, <b>F</b>, and <b>G</b>,</p>
+<p>Well so it shall be.</p>
+<p><b>J</b>, <b>K</b>, and <b>L</b>,</p>
+<p>In peace we will dwell</p>
+<p><b>M</b>, <b>N</b>, and <b>O</b>,</p>
+<p>To play let us go.</p>
+<p><b>P</b>, <b>Q</b>, <b>R</b>, and <b>S</b>,</p>
+<p>Love may we possess,</p>
+<p><b>W</b>, <b>X</b>, and <b>Y</b>,</p>
+<p>Will not quarrel or die.</p>
+<p><b>Z</b>, and amperse-and,</p>
+<p>Go to school at command.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickery</b></span>, dickery, <b>6</b> and <b>7</b>,</p>
+<p>Alabone Crackabone <b>10</b> and <b>11</b>,</p>
+<p>Spin span muskidan;</p>
+<p>Twiddle 'um twaddle 'um, <b>21</b>.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Apple-pie</b></span>, pudding, and pancake,</p>
+<p><b>All</b> begins with an <b>A</b>.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page17" id="page17"></a>[page 17]</span>
+
+<h3>XXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Miss</b></span> one, two, and three could never agree,</p>
+<p>While they gossiped round a tea-caddy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span>, two,</p>
+<p>Buckle my shoe;</p>
+<p>Three, four,</p>
+<p>Shut the door;</p>
+<p>Five, six,</p>
+<p>Pick up sticks;</p>
+<p>Seven, eight,</p>
+<p>Lay them straight;</p>
+<p>Nine, ten,</p>
+<p>A good fat hen;</p>
+<p>Eleven, twelve,</p>
+<p>Who will delve?</p>
+<p>Thirteen, fourteen,</p>
+<p>Maids a courting;</p>
+<p>Fifteen, sixteen,</p>
+<p>Maids a kissing;</p>
+<p>Seventeen, eighteen,</p>
+<p>Maids a waiting;</p>
+<p>Nineteen, twenty,</p>
+<p>My stomach's empty.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page18" id="page18"></a>[page 18]</span>
+
+<h3>XLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pat-a-cake</b></span>, pat-a-cake, baker's man!</p>
+<p>So I will, master, as fast as I can:</p>
+<p>Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,</p>
+<p>Put in the oven for Tommy and me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XLII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Tom Thumb's Alphabet.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>A</b> was an archer, and shot at a frog,</p>
+<p><b>B</b> was a butcher, and had a great dog.</p>
+<p><b>C</b> was a captain, all covered with lace,</p>
+<p><b>D</b> was a drunkard, and had a red face.</p>
+<p><b>E</b> was an esquire, with pride on his brow,</p>
+<p><b>F</b> was a farmer, and followed the plough.</p>
+<p><b>G</b> was a gamester, who had but ill luck,</p>
+<p><b>H</b> was a hunter and hunted a buck.</p>
+<p><b>I</b> was an innkeeper, who lov'd to bouse,</p>
+<p><b>J</b> was a joiner, and built up a house.</p>
+<p><b>K</b> was King William, once governed this land,</p>
+<p><b>L</b> was a lady, who had a white hand.</p>
+<p><b>M</b> was a miser, and hoarded up gold,</p>
+<p><b>N</b> was a nobleman, gallant and bold.</p>
+<p><b>O</b> was an oyster wench, and went about town,</p>
+<p><b>P</b> was a parson, and wore a black gown.</p>
+<p><b>Q</b> was a queen, who was fond of good flip,</p>
+<p><b>R</b> was a robber, and wanted a whip.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page19" id="page19"></a>[page 19]</span>
+<p><b>S</b> was a sailor, and spent all he got,</p>
+<p><b>T</b> was a tinker, and mended a pot.</p>
+<p><b>U</b> was an usurer, a miserable elf,</p>
+<p><b>V</b> was a vintner, who drank all himself.</p>
+<p><b>W</b> was a watchman, and guarded the door.</p>
+<p><b>X</b> was expensive, and so became poor.</p>
+<p><b>Y</b> was a youth, that did not love school,</p>
+<p><b>Z</b> was a zany, a poor harmless fool.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>A</b> was an apple-pie;</p>
+<p><b>B</b> bit it;</p>
+<p><b>C</b> cut it;</p>
+<p><b>D</b> dealt it;</p>
+<p><b>E</b> eat it;</p>
+<p><b>F</b> fought for it;</p>
+<p><b>G</b> got it;</p>
+<p><b>H</b> had it;</p>
+<p><b>J</b> joined it;</p>
+<p><b>K</b> kept it;</p>
+<p><b>L</b> longed for it;</p>
+<p><b>M</b> mourned for it;</p>
+<p><b>N</b> nodded at it;</p>
+<p><b>O</b> opened it;</p>
+<p><b>P</b> peeped in it;</p>
+<p><b>Q</b> quartered it;</p>
+<p><b>R</b> ran for it;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page20" id="page20"></a>[page 20]</span>
+<p><b>S</b> stole it;</p>
+<p><b>T</b> took it;</p>
+<p><b>V</b> viewed it;</p>
+<p><b>W</b> wanted it;</p>
+<p><b>X</b>, <b>Y</b>, <b>Z</b>, and amperse-and,</p>
+<p>All wish'd for a piece in hand.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>A</b> for the ape, that we saw at the fair;</p>
+<p><b>B</b> for a blockhead, who ne'er shall go there;</p>
+<p><b>C</b> for a collyflower, white as a curd;</p>
+<p><b>D</b> for a duck, a very good bird;</p>
+<p><b>E</b> for an egg, good in pudding or pies;</p>
+<p><b>F</b> for a farmer, rich, honest, and wise;</p>
+<p><b>G</b> for a gentleman, void of all care;</p>
+<p><b>H</b> for the hound, that ran down the hare;</p>
+<p><b>I</b> for an Indian, sooty and dark;</p>
+<p><b>K</b> for the keeper, that look'd to the park;</p>
+<p><b>L</b> for a lark, that soar'd in the air;</p>
+<p><b>M</b> for a mole, that ne'er could get there;</p>
+<p><b>N</b> for Sir Nobody, ever in fault;</p>
+<p><b>O</b> for an otter, that ne'er could be caught;</p>
+<p><b>P</b> for a pudding, stuck full of plums;</p>
+<p><b>Q</b> was for quartering it, see here he comes;</p>
+<p><b>R</b> for a rook, that croak'd in the trees;</p>
+<p><b>S</b> for a sailor, that plough'd the deep seas;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page21" id="page21"></a>[page 21]</span>
+<p><b>T</b> for a top, that doth prettily spin;</p>
+<p><b>V</b> for a virgin of delicate mien;</p>
+<p><b>W</b> for wealth, in gold, silver, and pence;</p>
+<p><b>X</b> for old Xenophon, noted for sense;</p>
+<p><b>Y</b> for a yew, which for ever is green;</p>
+<p><b>Z</b> for the zebra, that belongs to the queen.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/010-900.jpg"><img src="images/010-450.jpg" alt="beehive" /></a></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page22" id="page22"></a>[page 22]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/011-1000.jpg"><img src="images/011-500.jpg" alt="Third Class--Tales" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>THIRD CLASS&mdash;TALES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>XLV.</h3>
+
+<h3>THE STORY OF CATSKIN.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/011-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="52"  hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>HERE</b> once was a gentleman grand,</p>
+<p class="i6">Who lived at his country seat;</p>
+<p>He wanted an heir to his land,</p>
+<p class="i2">For he'd nothing but daughters yet.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His lady's again in the way,</p>
+<p class="i2">So she said to her husband with joy,</p>
+<p>"I hope some or other fine day,</p>
+<p class="i2">To present you, my dear, with a boy."</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page23" id="page23"></a>[page 23]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The gentleman answered gruff,</p>
+<p class="i2">"If 't should turn out a maid or a mouse,</p>
+<p>For of both we have more than enough,</p>
+<p class="i2">She shan't stay to live in my house."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The lady, at this declaration,</p>
+<p class="i2">Almost fainted away with pain;</p>
+<p>But what was her sad consternation,</p>
+<p class="i2">When a sweet little girl came again.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She sent her away to be nurs'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">Without seeing her gruff papa;</p>
+<p>And when she was old enough,</p>
+<p class="i2">To a school she was packed away.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Fifteen summers are fled,</p>
+<p class="i2">Now she left good Mrs. Jervis;</p>
+<p>To see home she was forbid,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">She determined to go and seek service.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Her dresses so grand and so gay,</p>
+<p class="i2">She carefully rolled in a knob;</p>
+<p>Which she hid in a forest away,</p>
+<p class="i2">And put on a Catskin robe.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She knock'd at a castle gate,</p>
+<p class="i2">And pray'd for charity;</p>
+<p>They sent her some meat on a plate,</p>
+<p class="i2">And kept her a scullion to be.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page24" id="page24"></a>[page 24]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>My lady look'd long in her face,</p>
+<p class="i2">And prais'd her great beauty;</p>
+<p>I'm sorry I've no better place,</p>
+<p class="i2">And you must our scullion be.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>So Catskin was under the cook,</p>
+<p class="i2">A very sad life she led,</p>
+<p>For often a ladle she took,</p>
+<p class="i2">And broke poor Catskin's head.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There is now a grand ball to be,</p>
+<p class="i2">When ladies their beauties show;</p>
+<p>"Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,</p>
+<p class="i2">How much I should like to go!"</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"You go with your Catskin robe,</p>
+<p class="i2">You dirty impudent slut!</p>
+<p>Among the fine ladies and lords,</p>
+<p class="i2">A very fine figure you'd cut."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A basin of water she took,</p>
+<p class="i2">And dash'd in poor Catskin's face;</p>
+<p>But briskly her ears she shook,</p>
+<p class="i2">And went to her hiding-place.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She washed every stain from her skin,</p>
+<p class="i2">In some crystal waterfall;</p>
+<p>Then put on a beautiful dress,</p>
+<p class="i2">And hasted away to the ball.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page25" id="page25"></a>[page 25]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When she entered, the ladies were mute,</p>
+<p class="i2">Overcome by her figure and face;</p>
+<p>But the lord, her young master, at once</p>
+<p class="i2">Fell in love with her beauty and grace;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He pray'd her his partner to be,</p>
+<p class="i2">She said, "Yes!" with a sweet smiling glance;</p>
+<p>All night with no other lady</p>
+<p class="i2">But Catskin, our young lord would dance.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?"</p>
+<p class="i2">For now was the sad parting time;</p>
+<p>But she no other answer would give,</p>
+<p class="i2">Than this distich of mystical rhyme,&mdash;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="oes">Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,</span></p>
+<p><span class="oes">At the sign of the Basin of Water I Dwell.</span></p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then she flew from the ball-room, and put</p>
+<p class="i2">On her Catskin robe again;</p>
+<p>And slipt in unseen by the cook,</p>
+<p class="i2">Who little thought where she had been.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The young lord, the very next day,</p>
+<p class="i2">To his mother his passion betrayed;</p>
+<p>He declared he never would rest,</p>
+<p class="i2">Till he'd found out this beautiful maid.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page26" id="page26"></a>[page 26]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There's another grand ball to be,</p>
+<p class="i2">Where ladies their beauties show;</p>
+<p>"Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,</p>
+<p class="i2">How much I should like to go!"</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"You go with your Catskin robe,</p>
+<p class="i2">You dirty impudent slut!</p>
+<p>Among the fine ladies and lords,</p>
+<p class="i2">A very fine figure you'd cut."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>In a rage the ladle she took,</p>
+<p class="i2">And broke poor Catskin's head;</p>
+<p>But off she went shaking her ears,</p>
+<p class="i2">And swift to her forest she fled.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She washed every blood-stain off</p>
+<p class="i2">In some crystal waterfall;</p>
+<p>Put on a more beautiful dress,</p>
+<p class="i2">And hasted away to the ball.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>My lord, at the ball-room door,</p>
+<p class="i2">Was waiting with pleasure and pain;</p>
+<p>He longed to see nothing so much</p>
+<p class="i2">As the beautiful Catskin again.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When he asked her to dance, she again</p>
+<p class="i2">Said "Yes!" with her first smiling glance;</p>
+<p>And again, all the night, my young lord</p>
+<p class="i2">With none but fair Catskin did dance.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page27" id="page27"></a>[page 27]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"Pray tell me," said he, "where you live?"</p>
+<p class="i2">For now 'twas the parting-time;</p>
+<p>But she no other answer would give,</p>
+<p class="i2">Than this distich of mystical rhyme,&mdash;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="oes">Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,</span></p>
+<p><span class="oes">At the sign of the Broken-Ladle I dwell.</span></p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then she flew from the ball, and put on</p>
+<p class="i2">Her Catskin robe again;</p>
+<p>And slipt in unseen by the cook,</p>
+<p class="i2">Who little thought where she had been.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>My lord did again, the next day,</p>
+<p class="i2">Declare to his mother his mind,</p>
+<p>That he never more happy should be,</p>
+<p class="i2">Unless he his charmer should find.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now another grand ball is to be,</p>
+<p class="i2">Where ladies their beauties show;</p>
+<p>"Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,</p>
+<p class="i2">How much I should like to go!"</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"You go with your Catskin robe,</p>
+<p class="i2">You impudent, dirty slut!</p>
+<p>Among the fine ladies and lords,</p>
+<p class="i2">A very fine figure you'd cut."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>In a fury she took the skimmer,</p>
+<p class="i2">And broke poor Catskin's head;</p>
+<p>But heart-whole and lively as ever,</p>
+<p class="i2">Away to her forest she fled.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page28" id="page28"></a>[page 28]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She washed the stains of blood</p>
+<p class="i2">In some crystal waterfall;</p>
+<p>Then put on her most beautiful dress,</p>
+<p class="i2">And hasted away to the ball.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>My lord, at the ball-room door,</p>
+<p class="i2">Was waiting with pleasure and pain;</p>
+<p>He longed to see nothing so much</p>
+<p class="i2">As the beautiful Catskin again.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When he asked her to dance, she again</p>
+<p class="i2">Said "Yes!" with her first smiling glance;</p>
+<p>And all the night long, my young lord</p>
+<p class="i2">With none but fair Catskin would dance.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?"</p>
+<p class="i2">For now was the parting-time;</p>
+<p>But she no other answer would give,</p>
+<p class="i2">Than this distich of mystical rhyme,&mdash;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="oes">Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,</span></p>
+<p><span class="oes">At the sign of the Broken-Skimmer I dwell.</span></p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then she flew from the ball, and threw on</p>
+<p class="i2">Her Catskin cloak again;</p>
+<p>And slipt in unseen by the cook,</p>
+<p class="i2">Who little thought where she had been.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But not by my lord unseen,</p>
+<p class="i2">For this time he followed too fast;</p>
+<p>And, hid in the forest green,</p>
+<p class="i2">Saw the strange things that past.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page29" id="page29"></a>[page 29]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Next day he took to his bed,</p>
+<p class="i2">And sent for the doctor to come;</p>
+<p>And begg'd him no other than Catskin,</p>
+<p class="i2">Might come into his room.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He told him how dearly he lov'd her,</p>
+<p class="i2">Not to have her his heart would break:</p>
+<p>Then the doctor kindly promised</p>
+<p class="i2">To the proud old lady to speak.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There's a struggle of pride and love,</p>
+<p class="i2">For she fear'd her son would die;</p>
+<p>But pride at the last did yield,</p>
+<p class="i2">And love had the mastery.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then my lord got quickly well,</p>
+<p class="i2">When he was his charmer to wed;</p>
+<p>And Catskin, before a twelvemonth,</p>
+<p class="i2">Of a young lord was brought to bed.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>To a wayfaring woman and child,</p>
+<p class="i2">Lady Catskin one day sent an alms;</p>
+<p>The nurse did the errand, and carried</p>
+<p class="i2">The sweet little lord in her arms.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The child gave the alms to the child,</p>
+<p class="i2">This was seen by the old lady-mother;</p>
+<p>"Only see," said that wicked old woman,</p>
+<p class="i2">"How the beggars' brats take to each other!"</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page30" id="page30"></a>[page 30]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>This throw went to Catskin's heart,</p>
+<p class="i2">She flung herself down on her knees,</p>
+<p>And pray'd her young master and lord</p>
+<p class="i2">To seek out her parents would please.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>They set out in my lord's own coach;</p>
+<p class="i2">They travelled, but nought befel</p>
+<p>Till they reach'd the town hard by,</p>
+<p class="i2">Where Catskin's father did dwell.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>They put up at the head inn,</p>
+<p class="i2">Where Catskin was left alone;</p>
+<p>But my lord went to try if her father</p>
+<p class="i2">His natural child would own.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When folks are away, in short time</p>
+<p class="i2">What great alterations appear;</p>
+<p>For the cold touch of death had all chill'd</p>
+<p class="i2">The hearts of her sisters dear.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Her father repented too late,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the loss of his youngest bemoan'd;</p>
+<p>In his old and childless state,</p>
+<p class="i2">He his pride and cruelty own'd.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The old gentleman sat by the fire,</p>
+<p class="i2">And hardly looked up at my lord;</p>
+<p>He had no hopes of comfort</p>
+<p class="i2">A stranger could afford.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page31" id="page31"></a>[page 31]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But my lord drew a chair close by,</p>
+<p class="i2">And said, in a feeling tone,</p>
+<p>"Have you not, sir, a daughter, I pray,</p>
+<p class="i2">You never would see or own?"</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The old man alarm'd, cried aloud,</p>
+<p class="i2">"A hardened sinner am I!</p>
+<p>I would give all my worldly goods,</p>
+<p class="i2">To see her before I die."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then my lord brought his wife and child</p>
+<p class="i2">To their home and parent's face,</p>
+<p>Who fell down and thanks returned</p>
+<p class="i2">To God, for his mercy and grace.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The bells, ringing up in the tower,</p>
+<p class="i2">Are sending a sound to the heart;</p>
+<p>There's a charm in the old church-bells,</p>
+<p class="i2">Which nothing in life can impart!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XLVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The tale of Simple Simon forms one of the chap-books, but the following
+verses are those generally sung in the nursery.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Simple</b></span> Simon met a pieman</p>
+<p class="i2">Going to the fair;</p>
+<p>Says Simple Simon to the pieman,</p>
+<p class="i2">"Let me taste your ware."</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page32" id="page32"></a>[page 32]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Says the pieman to Simple Simon,</p>
+<p class="i2">"Show me first your penny."</p>
+<p>Says Simple Simon to the pieman,</p>
+<p class="i2">"Indeed I have not any."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Simple Simon went a fishing</p>
+<p class="i2">For to catch a whale:</p>
+<p>All the water he had got</p>
+<p class="i2">Was in his mother's pail.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/012-1000.jpg"><img src="images/012-500.jpg" alt="Punch and Judy" /></a></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Punch</b></span> and Judy,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fought for a pie,</p>
+<p>Punch gave Judy</p>
+<p class="i2">A sad blow on the eye.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page33" id="page33"></a>[page 33]</span>
+
+<h3>XLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,</p>
+<p>He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:</p>
+<p>He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,</p>
+<p>And they all lived together in a little crooked house.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Solomon Grundy</b></span>,</p>
+<p>Born on a Monday,</p>
+<p>Christened on Tuesday,</p>
+<p>Married on Wednesday,</p>
+<p>Took ill on Thursday,</p>
+<p>Worse on Friday,</p>
+<p>Died on Saturday,</p>
+<p>Buried on Sunday:</p>
+<p>This is the end</p>
+<p>Of Solomon Grundy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>L.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Robin</b></span> the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,</p>
+<p>He eat more meat than fourscore men;</p>
+<p>He eat a cow, he eat a calf,</p>
+<p>He eat a butcher and a half;</p>
+<p>He eat a church, he eat a steeple,</p>
+<p>He eat the priest and all the people!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page34" id="page34"></a>[page 34]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">A cow and a calf,</p>
+<p class="i4">An ox and a half,</p>
+<p class="i4">A church and a steeple,</p>
+<p class="i4">And all the good people,</p>
+<p>And yet he complain'd that his stomach wasn't full.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/013-900.jpg"><img src="images/013-450.jpg" alt="...When a bird, called a snipe, Flew away with his pipe...." /></a></div>
+
+<h3>LI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a fat man of Bombay,</p>
+<p>Who was smoking one sunshiny day,</p>
+<p>When a bird, called a snipe,</p>
+<p>Flew away with his pipe,</p>
+<p>Which vex'd the fat man of Bombay.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page35" id="page35"></a>[page 35]</span>
+
+<h3>LII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i6"><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> dear, do you know,</p>
+<p class="i6">How a long time ago,</p>
+<p class="i8">Two poor little children,</p>
+<p class="i6">Whose names I don't know,</p>
+<p>Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,</p>
+<p>And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i6">And when it was night,</p>
+<p class="i6">So sad was their plight,</p>
+<p class="i8">The sun it went down,</p>
+<p class="i6">And the moon gave no light!</p>
+<p>They sobb'd and they sigh'd, and they bitterly cried,</p>
+<p>And the poor little things, they lay down and died.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i6">And when they were dead,</p>
+<p class="i6">The Robins so red</p>
+<p class="i8">Brought strawberry leaves,</p>
+<p class="i6">And over them spread;</p>
+<p class="i10">And all the day long,</p>
+<p class="i10">They sung them this song,</p>
+<p>"Poor babes in the wood! poor babes in the wood!</p>
+<p>And don't you remember the babes in the wood?"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page36" id="page36"></a>[page 36]</span>
+
+<h3>LIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man, and he had naught,</p>
+<p class="i2">And robbers came to rob him;</p>
+<p>He crept up to the chimney pot,</p>
+<p class="i2">And then they thought they had him.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But he got down on t'other side,</p>
+<p class="i2">And then they could not find him;</p>
+<p>He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,</p>
+<p class="i2">And never look'd behind him.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little man,</p>
+<p>And he had a little gun,</p>
+<p>And he went to the brook,</p>
+<p>And he shot a little rook;</p>
+<p>And he took it home</p>
+<p>To his old wife Joan,</p>
+<p>And told her to make up a fire,</p>
+<p>While he went back,</p>
+<p>To fetch the little drake;</p>
+<p>But when he got there,</p>
+<p>The drake was fled for fear,</p>
+<p>And like an old novice,</p>
+<p>He turn'd back again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page37" id="page37"></a>[page 37]</span>
+
+<h3>LV.</h3>
+
+<h4>THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.</h4>
+
+<p class="indboth">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,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">To which the pig answered,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin
+<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'shin'">chin</ins>."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">The wolf then answered to that,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll
+blow your house in."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew
+his house in, and eat up the little pig.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">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,&mdash;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page38" id="page38"></a>[page 38]</span>
+
+<p class="indboth">"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin
+chin."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll
+blow your house in."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">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.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">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,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin
+chin."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll
+blow your house in."</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he
+huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed,
+and he huffed; but he could <i>not</i> 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.
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page39" id="page39"></a>[page 39]</span>
+"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&mdash;(which
+he did about six)&mdash;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 <i>up to</i> 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
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page40" id="page40"></a>[page 40]</span>
+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,
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page41" id="page41"></a>[page 41]</span>
+and rolled down the hill." Then the wolf
+was very angry indeed, and declared he
+<i>would</i> 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.</p>
+
+<h3>LVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tommy Tittlemouse</p>
+<p>Lived in a little house;</p>
+<p>He caught fishes</p>
+<p>In other men's ditches.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> King Boggen he built a fine hall.</p>
+<p>Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall;</p>
+<p>The windows were made of black-puddings and white,</p>
+<p>And slated with pancakes&mdash;you ne'er saw the like.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page42" id="page42"></a>[page 42]</span>
+
+<h3>LVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> lion and the unicorn</p>
+<p class="i2">Were fighting for the crown;</p>
+<p>The lion beat the unicorn</p>
+<p class="i2">All round about the town.</p>
+<p>Some gave them white bread,</p>
+<p class="i2">And some gave them brown;</p>
+<p>Some gave them plum-cake,</p>
+<p class="i2">And sent them out of town.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a jolly miller</p>
+<p>Lived on the river Dee,</p>
+<p>He look'd upon his pillow,</p>
+<p>And there he saw a flee.</p>
+<p>Oh! Mr. Flea,</p>
+<p>You have been biting me,</p>
+<p>And you must die:</p>
+<p class="i2">So he crack'd his bones</p>
+<p class="i2">Upon the stones,</p>
+<p>And there he let him lie.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tom</b></span>, Tom, the piper's son,</p>
+<p>Stole a pig, and away he run!</p>
+<p>The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,</p>
+<p>And Tom went roaring down the street.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page43" id="page43"></a>[page 43]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/014-1000.jpg"><img src="images/014-500.jpg" alt="Tom Thumb at King Arthur's Court" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>LXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>In</b></span> Arthur's court Tom Thumb<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1">*</a> did live,</p>
+<p class="i2">A man of mickle might;</p>
+<p>The best of all the table round,</p>
+<p class="i2">And eke a doughty knight.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page44" id="page44"></a>[page 44]</span>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>His stature but an inch in height,</p>
+<p class="i2">Or quarter of a span;</p>
+<p>Then think you not this little knight</p>
+<p class="i2">Was proved a valiant man?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His father was a ploughman plain,</p>
+<p class="i2">His mother milk'd the cow,</p>
+<p>Yet how that they might have a son</p>
+<p class="i2">They knew not what to do:</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Until such time this good old man</p>
+<p class="i2">To learned Merlin goes,</p>
+<p>And there to him his deep desires</p>
+<p class="i2">In secret manner shows.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>How in his heart he wish'd to have</p>
+<p class="i2">A child, in time to come,</p>
+<p>To be his heir, though it might be</p>
+<p class="i2">No bigger than his thumb.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Of which old Merlin thus foretold,</p>
+<p class="i2">That he his wish should have,</p>
+<p>And so this son of stature small</p>
+<p class="i2">The charmer to him gave.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>No blood nor bones in him should be,</p>
+<p class="i2">In shape, and being such</p>
+<p>That men should hear him speak, but not</p>
+<p class="i2">His wandering shadow touch.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page45" id="page45"></a>[page 45]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But so unseen to go or come,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">Whereas it pleas'd him still;</p>
+<p>Begot and born in half an hour,</p>
+<p class="i2">To fit his father's will.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And in four minutes grew so fast</p>
+<p class="i2">That he became so tall</p>
+<p>As was the ploughman's thumb in height,</p>
+<p class="i2">And so they did him call&mdash;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc">Tom Thumb</span>, the which the fairy queen</p>
+<p class="i2">There gave him to his name,</p>
+<p>Who, with her train of goblins grim,</p>
+<p class="i2">Unto his christening came.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Whereas she cloth'd him richly brave,</p>
+<p class="i2">In garments fine and fair,</p>
+<p>Which lasted him for many years</p>
+<p class="i2">In seemly sort to wear.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His hat made of an oaken leaf,</p>
+<p class="i2">His shirt a spider's web,</p>
+<p>Both light and soft for those his limbs</p>
+<p class="i2">That were so smally bred.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His hose and doublet thistle-down,</p>
+<p class="i2">Together weaved full fine;</p>
+<p>His stockings of an apple green,</p>
+<p class="i2">Made of the outward rind;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page46" id="page46"></a>[page 46]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His garters were two little hairs</p>
+<p class="i2">Pull'd from his mother's eye;</p>
+<p>His boots and shoes, a mouse's skin,</p>
+<p class="i2">Were tann'd most curiously</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Thus like a lusty gallant, he</p>
+<p class="i2">Adventured forth to go,</p>
+<p>With other children in the streets,</p>
+<p class="i2">His pretty tricks to show.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Where he for counters, pins, and points,</p>
+<p class="i2">And cherry-stones did play,</p>
+<p>Till he amongst those gamesters young</p>
+<p class="i2">Had lost his stock away.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Yet could he soon renew the same,</p>
+<p class="i2">Whereas most nimbly he</p>
+<p>Would dive into their cherry-bags,</p>
+<p class="i2">And their partaker be,</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Unseen or felt by any one,</p>
+<p class="i2">Until this scholar shut</p>
+<p>This nimble youth into a box,</p>
+<p class="i2">Wherein his pins he put.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Of whom to be reveng'd, he took,</p>
+<p class="i2">In mirth and pleasant game,</p>
+<p>Black pots and glasses, which he hung</p>
+<p class="i2">Upon a bright sun-beam.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page47" id="page47"></a>[page 47]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The other boys to do the like,</p>
+<p class="i2">In pieces broke them quite;</p>
+<p>For which they were most soundly whipt;</p>
+<p class="i2">Whereat he laughed outright.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And so Tom Thumb restrained was,</p>
+<p class="i2">From these his sports and play;</p>
+<p>And by his mother after that,</p>
+<p class="i2">Compell'd at home to stay.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Until such time his mother went</p>
+<p class="i2">A-milking of her kine;</p>
+<p>Where Tom unto a thistle fast</p>
+<p class="i2">She linked with a twine.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A thread that held him to the same,</p>
+<p class="i2">For fear the blustering wind</p>
+<p>Should blow him hence,&mdash;that so she might</p>
+<p class="i2">Her son in safety find.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But mark the hap! a cow came by,</p>
+<p class="i2">And up the thistle eat;</p>
+<p>Poor Tom withal, that, as a dock,</p>
+<p class="i2">Was made the red cow's meat.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Who, being miss'd, his mother went</p>
+<p class="i2">Him calling everywhere;</p>
+<p>Where art thou, Tom? Where art thou, Tom?</p>
+<p class="i2">Quoth he, here, mother, here!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page48" id="page48"></a>[page 48]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Within the red cow's stomach here,</p>
+<p class="i2">Your son is swallowed up:</p>
+<p>The which into her fearful heart,</p>
+<p class="i2">Most careful dolours put.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Meanwhile the cow was troubled much,</p>
+<p class="i2">And soon releas'd Tom Thumb;</p>
+<p>No rest she had till out her mouth,</p>
+<p class="i2">In bad plight he did come.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now after this, in sowing time,</p>
+<p class="i2">His father would him have</p>
+<p>Into the field to drive his plough,</p>
+<p class="i2">And thereupon him gave&mdash;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A whip made of a barley-straw,</p>
+<p class="i2">To drive the cattle on;</p>
+<p>Where, in a furrow'd land new sown,</p>
+<p class="i2">Poor Tom was lost and gone.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now by a raven of great strength,</p>
+<p class="i2">Away he thence was borne,</p>
+<p>And carried in the carrion's beak,</p>
+<p class="i2">Even like a grain of corn,</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Unto a giant's castle top,</p>
+<p class="i2">In which he let him fall;</p>
+<p>Where soon the giant swallowed up</p>
+<p class="i2">His body, clothes, and all.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page49" id="page49"></a>[page 49]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But soon the giant spat him out,</p>
+<p class="i2">Three miles into the sea;</p>
+<p>Whereas a fish soon took him up,</p>
+<p class="i2">And bore him thence away.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Which lusty fish was after caught,</p>
+<p class="i2">And to king Arthur sent;</p>
+<p>Where Tom was found, and made his dwarf,</p>
+<p class="i2">Whereas his days he spent.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Long time in lively jollity,</p>
+<p class="i2">Belov'd of all the court;</p>
+<p>And none like Tom was then esteem'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">Among the noble sort.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Amongst his deeds of courtship done,</p>
+<p class="i2">His highness did command,</p>
+<p>That he should dance a galliard brave</p>
+<p class="i2">Upon his queen's left hand.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The which he did, and for the same</p>
+<p class="i2">The king his signet gave,</p>
+<p>Which Tom about his middle wore,</p>
+<p class="i2">Long time a girdle brave.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>How, after this, the king would not</p>
+<p class="i2">Abroad for pleasure go</p>
+<p>But still Tom Thumb must ride with him,</p>
+<p class="i2">Placed on his saddle-bow.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page50" id="page50"></a>[page 50]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Whereon a time when, as it rain'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">Tom Thumb most nimbly crept</p>
+<p>In at a button-hole, where he</p>
+<p class="i2">Within his bosom slept.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And being near his highness' heart,</p>
+<p class="i2">He crav'd a wealthy boon,</p>
+<p>A liberal gift, the which the king</p>
+<p class="i2">Commanded to be done.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>For to relieve his father's wants,</p>
+<p class="i2">And mother's, being old;</p>
+<p>Which was, so much of silver coin</p>
+<p class="i2">As well his arms could hold.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And so away goes lusty Tom,</p>
+<p class="i2">With threepence on his back,</p>
+<p>A heavy burthen, which might make</p>
+<p class="i2">His wearied limbs to crack.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>So travelling two days and nights,</p>
+<p class="i2">With labour and great pain,</p>
+<p>He came into the house whereat</p>
+<p class="i2">His parents did remain;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Which was but half a mile in space</p>
+<p class="i2">From good king Arthur's court,</p>
+<p>The which, in eight and forty hours,</p>
+<p class="i2">He went in weary sort.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page51" id="page51"></a>[page 51]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But coming to his father's door,</p>
+<p class="i2">He there such entrance had</p>
+<p>As made his parents both rejoice,</p>
+<p class="i2">And he thereat was glad.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His mother in her apron took</p>
+<p class="i2">Her gentle son in haste,</p>
+<p>And by the fire-side, within</p>
+<p class="i2">A walnut-shell him placed;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Whereas they feasted him three days</p>
+<p class="i2">Upon a hazel-nut,</p>
+<p>Whereon he rioted so long,</p>
+<p class="i2">He them to charges put;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And thereupon grew wond'rous sick,</p>
+<p class="i2">Through eating too much meat,</p>
+<p>Which was sufficient for a month</p>
+<p class="i2">For this great man to eat.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But now his business call'd him forth</p>
+<p class="i2">King Arthur's court to see,</p>
+<p>Whereas no longer from the same</p>
+<p class="i2">He could a stranger be.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But yet a few small April drops</p>
+<p class="i2">Which settled in the way,</p>
+<p>His long and weary journey forth</p>
+<p class="i2">Did hinder and so stay.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page52" id="page52"></a>[page 52]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Until his careful father took</p>
+<p class="i2">A birding trunk in sport,</p>
+<p>And with one blast, blew this his son</p>
+<p class="i2">Into king Arthur's court.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now he with tilts and tournaments</p>
+<p class="i2">Was entertained so,</p>
+<p>That all the best of Arthur's knights</p>
+<p class="i2">Did him much pleasure show:</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>As good Sir Lancelot du Lake,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sir Tristain, and Sir Guy;</p>
+<p>Yet none compar'd with brave Tom Thumb</p>
+<p class="i2">For knightly chivalry.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>In honour of which noble day,</p>
+<p class="i2">And for his lady's sake,</p>
+<p>A challenge in king Arthur's court</p>
+<p class="i2">Tom Thumb did bravely make.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>'Gainst whom these noble knights did run,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sir Chinon and the rest,</p>
+<p>Yet still Tom Thumb, with matchless might,</p>
+<p class="i2">Did bear away the best.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>At last Sir Lancelot du Lake</p>
+<p class="i2">In manly sort came in,</p>
+<p>And with this stout and hardy knight</p>
+<p class="i2">A battle did begin.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page53" id="page53"></a>[page 53]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Which made the courtiers all aghast,</p>
+<p class="i2">For there that valiant man,</p>
+<p>Through Lancelot's steed, before them all,</p>
+<p class="i2">In nimble manner ran.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Yea, horse and all, with spear and shield,</p>
+<p class="i2">As hardy he was seen,</p>
+<p>But only by king Arthur's self</p>
+<p class="i2">And his admired queen;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Who from her finger took a ring,</p>
+<p class="i2">Through which Tom Thumb made way,</p>
+<p>Not touching it, in nimble sort,</p>
+<p class="i2">As it was done in play.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He likewise cleft the smallest hair</p>
+<p class="i2">From his fair lady's head,</p>
+<p>Not hurting her whose even hand</p>
+<p class="i2">Him lasting honours bred.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Such were his deeds and noble acts</p>
+<p class="i2">In Arthur's court there shone,</p>
+<p>As like in all the world beside</p>
+<p class="i2">Was hardly seen or known.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now at these sports he toil'd himself,</p>
+<p class="i2">That he a sickness took,</p>
+<p>Through which all manly exercise</p>
+<p class="i2">He carelessly forsook.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page54" id="page54"></a>[page 54]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When lying on his bed sore sick,</p>
+<p class="i2">King Arthur's doctor came,</p>
+<p>With cunning skill, by physic's art,</p>
+<p class="i2">To ease and cure the same.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His body being so slender small,</p>
+<p class="i2">This cunning doctor took</p>
+<p>A fine perspective glass, with which</p>
+<p class="i2">He did in secret look&mdash;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Into his sickened body down,</p>
+<p class="i2">And therein saw that Death</p>
+<p>Stood ready in his wasted frame</p>
+<p class="i2">To cease his vital breath.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His arms and legs consum'd as small</p>
+<p class="i2">As was a spider's web,</p>
+<p>Through which his dying hour grew on,</p>
+<p class="i2">For all his limbs grew dead.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>His face no bigger than an ant's,</p>
+<p class="i2">Which hardly could be seen;</p>
+<p>The loss of which renowned knight</p>
+<p class="i2">Much grieved the king and queen.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And so with peace and quietness</p>
+<p class="i2">He left this earth below;</p>
+<p>And up into the fairy-land</p>
+<p class="i2">His ghost did fading go,</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page55" id="page55"></a>[page 55]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Whereas the fairy-queen receiv'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">With heavy mourning cheer,</p>
+<p>The body of this valiant knight,</p>
+<p class="i2">Whom she esteem'd so dear.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>For with her dancing nymphs in green,</p>
+<p class="i2">She fetch'd him from his bed,</p>
+<p>With music and sweet melody,</p>
+<p class="i2">So soon as life was fled;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>For whom king Arthur and his knights</p>
+<p class="i2">Full forty days did mourn;</p>
+<p>And, in remembrance of his name,</p>
+<p class="i2">That was so strangely born&mdash;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He built a tomb of marble gray,</p>
+<p class="i2">And year by year did come</p>
+<p>To celebrate ye mournful death</p>
+<p class="i2">And burial of Tom Thumb.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Whose fame still lives in England here,</p>
+<p class="i2">Amongst the country sort;</p>
+<p>Of whom our wives and children small</p>
+<p class="i2">Tell tales of pleasant sport.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote"><a id="footnote1" name="footnote1"></a><a href="#footnotetag1">*</a> "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."&mdash;<i>A
+Comment upon the History of T. T.</i> 1711. A "project for the reprinting
+of Tom Thumb, with marginal notes and cuts," is mentioned in the old
+play of <i>The Projectours</i>, 1665, p. 41.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page56" id="page56"></a>[page 56]</span>
+
+<h3>LXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bryan O'Lin</b></span>, and his wife, and wife's mother,</p>
+<p>They all went over a bridge together:</p>
+<p>The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,</p>
+<p>The deuce go with all! quoth Bryan O'Lin.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Mother Goose, when</p>
+<p>She wanted to wander,</p>
+<p>Would ride through the air</p>
+<p>On a very fine gander.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Mother Goose had a house,</p>
+<p>'Twas built in a wood,</p>
+<p>Where an owl at the door</p>
+<p>For sentinel stood.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>This is her son Jack,</p>
+<p>A plain-looking lad,</p>
+<p>He is not very good,</p>
+<p>Nor yet very bad.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page57" id="page57"></a>[page 57]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She sent him to market,</p>
+<p>A live goose he bought,</p>
+<p>Here, mother, says he,</p>
+<p>It will not go for nought.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Jack's goose and her gander,</p>
+<p>Grew very fond;</p>
+<p>They'd both eat together,</p>
+<p>Or swim in one pond.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Jack found one morning,</p>
+<p>As I have been told,</p>
+<p>His goose had laid him</p>
+<p>An egg of pure gold.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Jack rode to his mother,</p>
+<p>The news for to tell,</p>
+<p>She call'd him a good boy,</p>
+<p>And said it was well.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Jack sold his gold egg</p>
+<p>To a rogue of a Jew,</p>
+<p>Who cheated him out of</p>
+<p>The half of his due.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then Jack went a courting,</p>
+<p>A lady so gay,</p>
+<p>As fair as the lily,</p>
+<p>And sweet as the May.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page58" id="page58"></a>[page 58]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The Jew and the Squire</p>
+<p>Came behind his back,</p>
+<p>And began to belabour</p>
+<p>The sides of poor Jack.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The old Mother Goose,</p>
+<p>That instant came in,</p>
+<p>And turned her son Jack</p>
+<p>Into fam'd Harlequin.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She then with her wand,</p>
+<p>Touch'd the lady so fine,</p>
+<p>And turn'd her at once</p>
+<p>Into sweet Columbine.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The gold egg into the sea</p>
+<p>Was thrown then,&mdash;</p>
+<p>When Jack jump'd in,</p>
+<p>And got the egg back again.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The Jew got the goose,</p>
+<p>Which he vow'd he would kill,</p>
+<p>Resolving at once</p>
+<p>His pockets to fill.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Jack's mother came in,</p>
+<p>And caught the goose soon,</p>
+<p>And mounting its back,</p>
+<p>Flew up to the moon.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page59" id="page59"></a>[page 59]</span>
+
+<h3>LXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>I'll</b></span> tell you a story</p>
+<p class="i2">About Jack a Nory,&mdash;</p>
+<p>And now my story's begun:</p>
+<p class="i2">I'll tell you another</p>
+<p class="i2">About Jack his brother,&mdash;</p>
+<p>And now my story's done.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> wise men of Gotham</p>
+<p>Went to sea in a bowl:</p>
+<p>And if the bowl had been stronger,</p>
+<p>My song would have been longer.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same piece, are
+often found separated from each other.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Robin</b></span> and Richard were two pretty men;</p>
+<p>They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;</p>
+<p>Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky,</p>
+<p>Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high:</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The bull's in the barn threshing the corn,</p>
+<p>The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn,</p>
+<p>The cat's at the fire frying of fish,</p>
+<p>The dog's in the pantry breading his dish.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page60" id="page60"></a>[page 60]</span>
+
+<h3>LXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> lady Wind, my lady Wind,</p>
+<p>Went round about the house to find</p>
+<p class="i2">A chink to get her foot in:</p>
+<p>She tried the key-hole in the door,</p>
+<p>She tried the crevice in the floor,</p>
+<p class="i2">And drove the chimney soot in.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And then one night when it was dark,</p>
+<p>She blew up such a tiny spark,</p>
+<p class="i2">That all the house was pothered:</p>
+<p>From it she raised up such a flame,</p>
+<p>As flamed away to Belting Lane,</p>
+<p class="i2">And White Cross folks were smothered.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And thus when once, my little dears,</p>
+<p>A whisper reaches itching ears,</p>
+<p class="i2">The same will come, you'll find:</p>
+<p>Take my advice, restrain the tongue,</p>
+<p>Remember what old nurse has sung</p>
+<p class="i2">Of busy lady Wind!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Abram Brown is dead and gone,</p>
+<p class="i2">You'll never see him more;</p>
+<p>He used to wear a long brown coat,</p>
+<p class="i2">That button'd down before.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page61" id="page61"></a>[page 61]</span>
+
+<h3>LXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A dog</b></span> and a cock,</p>
+<p>A journey once took,</p>
+<p class="i2">They travell'd along till 'twas late;</p>
+<p>The dog he made free</p>
+<p>In the hollow of a tree,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the cock on the boughs of it sate.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The cock nothing knowing,</p>
+<p>In the morn fell a crowing,</p>
+<p class="i2">Upon which comes a fox to the tree;</p>
+<p>Says he, I declare,</p>
+<p>Your voice is above,</p>
+<p class="i2">All the creatures I ever did see.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh! would you come down</p>
+<p>I the fav'rite might own,</p>
+<p class="i2">Said the cock, there's a porter below;</p>
+<p>If you will go in,</p>
+<p>I promise I'll come down.</p>
+<p class="i2">So he went&mdash;and was worried for it too.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tom Tittlemouse,</p>
+<p>Lived in a bell-house;</p>
+<p>The bell-house broke,</p>
+<p>And Tom Tittlemouse woke.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page62" id="page62"></a>[page 62]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/015-900.jpg"><img src="images/015-450.jpg" alt="Tommy kept a Chandler's shop" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>LXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tommy</b></span> kept a chandler's shop,</p>
+<p>Richard went to buy a mop,</p>
+<p>Tommy gave him such a knock,</p>
+<p>That sent him out of his chandler's shop,</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> I was a little girl, about seven years old,</p>
+<p>I hadn't got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page63" id="page63"></a>[page 63]</span>
+<p>So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,</p>
+<p>And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown.</p>
+<p>I went into the woods and built me a kirk,</p>
+<p>And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work;</p>
+<p>The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone,</p>
+<p>The dove, with her rough bill, brought me them home;</p>
+<p>The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,</p>
+<p>The bullfinch play'd the organ, and we made merry work.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pemmy</b></span> was a pretty girl,</p>
+<p class="i2">But Fanny was a better;</p>
+<p>Pemmy looked like any churl,</p>
+<p class="i2">When little Fanny let her.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Pemmy had a pretty nose,</p>
+<p class="i2">But Fanny had a better;</p>
+<p>Pemmy oft would come to blows,</p>
+<p class="i2">But Fanny would not let her.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page64" id="page64"></a>[page 64]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Pemmy had a pretty doll,</p>
+<p class="i2">But Fanny had a better;</p>
+<p>Pemmy chatter'd like a poll,</p>
+<p class="i2">When little Fanny let her.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Pemmy had a pretty song,</p>
+<p class="i2">But Fanny had a better;</p>
+<p>Pemmy would sing all day long,</p>
+<p class="i2">But Fanny would not let her.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Pemmy lov'd a pretty lad,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Fanny lov'd a better;</p>
+<p>And Pemmy wanted for to wed,</p>
+<p class="i2">But Fanny would not let her.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A tale for the 1st of March.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Taffy</b></span> was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;</p>
+<p>Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef:</p>
+<p>I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home;</p>
+<p>Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page65" id="page65"></a>[page 65]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;</p>
+<p>Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin:</p>
+<p>I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,</p>
+<p>I took up a poker and flung it at his head.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Jack Horner sat in the corner,</p>
+<p class="i2">Eating a Christmas pie;</p>
+<p>He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,</p>
+<p class="i2">And said, "What a good boy am I!"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a king and he had three daughter,</p>
+<p>And they all lived in a basin of water;</p>
+<p class="i2">The basin bended,</p>
+<p class="i2">My story's ended.</p>
+<p>If the basin had been stronger,</p>
+<p>My story would have been longer.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page66" id="page66"></a>[page 66]</span>
+
+<h3>LXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> man in the moon,</p>
+<p class="i2">Came tumbling down,</p>
+<p>And ask'd his way to Norwich,</p>
+<p class="i2">He went by the south,</p>
+<p class="i2">And burnt his mouth</p>
+<p>With supping cold pease-porridge.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Our</b></span> saucy boy Dick,</p>
+<p>Had a nice little stick</p>
+<p class="i2">Cut from a hawthorn tree;</p>
+<p>And with this pretty stick,</p>
+<p>He thought he could beat</p>
+<p class="i2">A boy much bigger than he.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But the boy turned round,</p>
+<p>And hit him a rebound,</p>
+<p class="i2">Which did so frighten poor Dick,</p>
+<p>That, without more delay,</p>
+<p>He ran quite away,</p>
+<p class="i2">And over a hedge he jumped quick.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Moss</b></span> was a little man, and a little mare did buy,</p>
+<p>For kicking and for sprawling none her could come nigh;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page67" id="page67"></a>[page 67]</span>
+<p>She could trot, she could amble, and could canter here and there,</p>
+<p>But one night she strayed away&mdash;so Moss lost his mare.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Moss got up next morning to catch her fast asleep,</p>
+<p>And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep.</p>
+<p>Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there,</p>
+<p>So I'll tell you by and bye, how Moss caught his mare.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Rise! stupid, rise! he thus to her did say;</p>
+<p>Arise, you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay,</p>
+<p>For I must ride you to the town, so don't lie sleeping there;</p>
+<p>He put the halter round her neck&mdash;so Moss caught his mare.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/016-570.jpg"><img src="images/016-300.jpg" alt="flowers and grapes" /></a></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page68" id="page68"></a>[page 68]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/017-1000.jpg"><img src="images/017-500.jpg" alt="Fourth Class--Proverbs" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>FOURTH CLASS&mdash;PROVERBS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>LXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/017-cap_s-30.png" width="30" height="67"  hspace="1" alt="S" border="0" /></div>
+ <br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>T.</b> Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,</p>
+<p class="i4">For forty days it will remain:</p>
+<p>St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,</p>
+<p>For forty days 'twill rain na mair.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> make your candles last for a',</p>
+<p class="i2">You wives and maids give ear-o!</p>
+<p>To put 'em out's the only way,</p>
+<p class="i2">Says honest John Boldero.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page69" id="page69"></a>[page 69]</span>
+
+<h3>LXXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> wishes were horses,</p>
+<p class="i2">Beggars would ride;</p>
+<p>If turnips were watches,</p>
+<p class="i2">I would wear one by my side.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Hours of sleep.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Nature</b></span> requires five,</p>
+<p class="i2">Custom gives seven!</p>
+<p>Laziness takes nine,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Wickedness eleven.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> straws on a staff,</p>
+<p>Would make a baby cry and laugh.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span> a pin and pick it up,</p>
+<p>All the day you'll have good luck;</p>
+<p>See a pin and let it lay,</p>
+<p>Bad luck you'll have all the day!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Go</b></span> to bed first, a golden purse;</p>
+<p>Go to bed second, a golden pheasant;</p>
+<p>Go to bed third, a golden bird!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page70" id="page70"></a>[page 70]</span>
+
+<h3>LXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> the wind is in the east,</p>
+<p>'Tis neither good for man nor beast;</p>
+<p>When the wind is in the north,</p>
+<p>The skilful fisher goes not forth;</p>
+<p>When the wind is in the south,</p>
+<p>It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;</p>
+<p>When the wind is in the west,</p>
+<p>Then 'tis at the very best.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bounce Buckram</b></span>, velvet's dear;</p>
+<p>Christmas comes but once a year.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>LXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A man</b></span> of words and not of deeds,</p>
+<p>Is like a garden full of weeds;</p>
+<p>And when the weeds begin to grow,</p>
+<p>It's like a garden full of snow;</p>
+<p>And when the snow begins to fall,</p>
+<p>It's like a bird upon the wall;</p>
+<p>And when the bird away does fly,</p>
+<p>It's like an eagle in the sky;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page71" id="page71"></a>[page 71]</span>
+<p>And when the sky begins to roar,</p>
+<p>It's like a lion at the door;</p>
+<p>And when the door begins to crack,</p>
+<p>It's like a stick across your back;</p>
+<p>And when your back begins to smart,</p>
+<p>It's like a penknife in your heart;</p>
+<p>And when your heart begins to bleed,</p>
+<p>You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A man</b></span> of words and not of deeds,</p>
+<p>Is like a garden full of weeds;</p>
+<p>For when the weeds begin to grow,</p>
+<p>Then doth the garden overflow.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XCI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;</p>
+<p>Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;</p>
+<p>Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;</p>
+<p>Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;</p>
+<p>Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;</p>
+<p>Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XCII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A pullet</b></span> in the pen</p>
+<p>Is worth a hundred in the fen!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page72" id="page72"></a>[page 72]</span>
+
+<h3>XCIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>He</b></span> that would thrive</p>
+<p>Must rise at five;</p>
+<p>He that hath thriven</p>
+<p>May lie till seven;</p>
+<p>And he that by the plough would thrive,</p>
+<p>Himself must either hold or drive.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XCIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following is quoted in Miege's 'Great French Dictionary,'
+fol. Lond. 1687, 2d part.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A swarm</b></span> of bees in May</p>
+<p>Is worth a load of hay;</p>
+<p>A swarm of bees in June</p>
+<p>Is worth a silver spoon;</p>
+<p>A swarm of bees in July</p>
+<p>Is not worth a fly.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XCV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>They</b></span> that wash on Monday</p>
+<p class="i2">Have all the week to dry;</p>
+<p>They that wash on Tuesday</p>
+<p class="i2">Are not so much awry;</p>
+<p>They that wash on Wednesday</p>
+<p class="i2">Are not so much to blame;</p>
+<p>They that wash on Thursday,</p>
+<p class="i2">Wash for shame;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page73" id="page73"></a>[page 73]</span>
+<p>They that wash on Friday,</p>
+<p class="i2">Wash in need;</p>
+<p>And they that wash on Saturday,</p>
+<p class="i2">Oh! they're sluts indeed.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XCVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Needles</b></span> and pins, needles and pins,</p>
+<p>When a man marries his trouble begins.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XCVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[In Suffolk, children are frequently reminded of the decorum due to the
+Sabbath by the following lines.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Yeow</b></span> mussent sing a' Sunday,</p>
+<p class="i2">Becaze it is a sin,</p>
+<p>But yeow may sing a' Monday</p>
+<p class="i2">Till Sunday cums agin.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XCVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A sunshiny</b></span> shower,</p>
+<p>Won't last half an hour.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>XCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> the days grow longer,</p>
+<p>The storms grow stronger.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>C.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> the days lengthen,</p>
+<p>So the storms strengthen.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page74" id="page74"></a>[page 74]</span>
+
+<h3>CI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>He</b></span> that goes to see his wheat in May,</p>
+<p>Comes weeping away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> mackerel's cry,</p>
+<p>Is never long dry.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>In July</b></span>,</p>
+<p>Some reap rye;</p>
+<p class="i4">In August,</p>
+<p>If one will not the other must.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Proverbial many years ago, when the guinea in gold was of a higher value
+than its nominal representative in silver,]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A guinea</b></span> it would sink,</p>
+<p class="i2">And a pound it would float;</p>
+<p>Yet I'd rather have a guinea,</p>
+<p class="i2">Than your one pound note.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>For</b></span> every evil under the sun,</p>
+<p>There is a remedy, or there is none.</p>
+<p>If there be one, try and find it;</p>
+<p>If there be none, never mind it.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page75" id="page75"></a>[page 75]</span>
+
+<h3>CVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> art of good driving 's a paradox quite,</p>
+<p class="i2">Though custom has prov'd it so long;</p>
+<p>If you go to the left, you're sure to go right,</p>
+<p class="i2">If you go to the right, you go wrong.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Friday</b></span> night's dream</p>
+<p class="i2">On the Saturday told,</p>
+<p>Is sure to come true,</p>
+<p class="i2">Be it never so old.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> the sand doth feed the clay,</p>
+<p>England woe and well-a-day!</p>
+<p>But when the clay doth feed the sand,</p>
+<p>Then it is well with Angle-land.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> fair maid who, the first of May,</p>
+<p>Goes to the fields at break of day,</p>
+<p>And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree</p>
+<p>Will ever after handsome be.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page76" id="page76"></a>[page 76]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/018-900.jpg"><img src="images/018-450.jpg" alt="Fifth Class--Scholastic" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>FIFTH CLASS&mdash;SCHOLASTIC.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/018-cap_a1-30.png" width="30" height="51"  hspace="1" alt="A" border="0" /></div>
+ <br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b> &nbsp;&nbsp;DILLER,</b> a dollar,</p>
+<p class="i6">A ten o'clock scholar,</p>
+<p>What makes you come so soon?</p>
+<p>You used to come at ten o'clock,</p>
+<p>But now you come at noon.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tell</b></span> tale, tit!</p>
+<p>Your tongue shall be slit,</p>
+<p>And all the dogs in the town</p>
+<p>Shall have a little bit.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page77" id="page77"></a>[page 77]</span>
+
+<h3>CXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>In</b></span> fir tar is,</p>
+<p>In oak none is.</p>
+<p>In mud eel is,</p>
+<p>In clay none is.</p>
+<p>Goat eat ivy,</p>
+<p>Mare eat oats.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The dominical letters attached to the first days of the several months are
+remembered by the following lines.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>At</b></span> Dover Dwells George Brown Esquire,</p>
+<p>Good Christopher Finch, And David Friar.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="center1">[An ancient and graver example, fulfilling the same purpose, runs as
+follows.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Astra</b></span> Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos,</p>
+<p>Gratia Christicol&aelig; Feret Aurea Dona Fideli.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Birch</b></span> and green holly, boys,</p>
+<p class="i2">Birch and green holly.</p>
+<p>If you get beaten, boys,</p>
+<p class="i2">'Twill be your own folly.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page78" id="page78"></a>[page 78]</span>
+
+<h3>CXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> V and I together meet,</p>
+<p>They make the number Six compleat.</p>
+<p>When I with V doth meet once more,</p>
+<p>Then 'tis they Two can make but Four</p>
+<p>And when that V from I is gone,</p>
+<p>Alas! poor I can make but One.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Multiplication</b></span> is vexation,</p>
+<p class="i2">Division is as bad;</p>
+<p>The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Practice drives me mad.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Thirty</b></span> days hath September,</p>
+<p>April, June, and November;</p>
+<p>February has twenty-eight alone,</p>
+<p>All the rest have thirty-one,</p>
+<p>Excepting leap-year, that's the time</p>
+<p>When February's days are twenty-nine.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page79" id="page79"></a>[page 79]</span>
+
+<h3>CXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> story's ended,</p>
+<p>My spoon is bended:</p>
+<p>If you don't like it,</p>
+<p>Go to the next door,</p>
+<p>And get it mended.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[On arriving at the end of a book, boys have a practice of reciting the
+following absurd lines, which form the word <i>finis</i> backwards and forwards,
+by the initials of the words,]&mdash;</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Father</b></span> Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's son&mdash;</p>
+<p>Son Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's Father.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="center1">[To get to father Johnson, therefore, was to reach the end of the book.]
+</p>
+
+<h3>CXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> rose is red, the grass is green;</p>
+<p>And in this book my name is seen.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Cross</b></span> patch,</p>
+<p class="i2">Draw the latch,</p>
+<p>Sit by the fire and spin;</p>
+<p class="i2">Take a cup,</p>
+<p class="i2">And drink it up,</p>
+<p>Then call your neighbours in.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page80" id="page80"></a>[page 80]</span>
+
+<h3>CXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Come</b></span> when you're called,</p>
+<p class="i2">Do what you're bid,</p>
+<p>Shut the door after you,</p>
+<p class="i2">Never be chid.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Speak</b></span> when you're spoken to,</p>
+<p class="i2">Come when one call;</p>
+<p>Shut the door after you,</p>
+<p class="i2">And turn to the wall!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I love</b></span> my love with an <b>A</b>, because he's <b>A</b>greeable.</p>
+<p>I hate him because he's <b>A</b>varicious.</p>
+<p>He took me to the Sign of the <b>A</b>corn,</p>
+<p>And treated me with <b>A</b>pples.</p>
+<p>His name's <b>A</b>ndrew,</p>
+<p>And he lives at <b>A</b>rlington.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A laconic reply to a person who indulges much in supposition.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i6"><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> ifs and ands,</p>
+<p class="i6">Were pots and pans,</p>
+<p>There would be no need for tinkers!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page81" id="page81"></a>[page 81]</span>
+
+<h3>CXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Mistress</b></span> Mary, quite contrary,</p>
+<p class="i2">How does your garden grow?</p>
+<p>With cockle-shells, and silver bells,</p>
+<p class="i2">And mussels all a row.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Doctor</b></span> Faustus was a good man,</p>
+<p>He whipt his scholars now and then;</p>
+<p>When he whipp'd them he made them dance,</p>
+<p>Out of Scotland into France,</p>
+<p>Out of France into Spain,</p>
+<p>And then he whipp'd them back again!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Greek bill of fare.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Legomoton</b></span>,</p>
+<p>Acapon,</p>
+<p>Alfagheuse,</p>
+<p>Pasti venison.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> I was a little boy, I had but little wit</p>
+<p>It is some time ago, and I've no more yet;</p>
+<p>Nor ever ever shall, until that I die,</p>
+<p>For the longer I live, the more fool am I.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page82" id="page82"></a>[page 82]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/019-1000.jpg"><img src="images/019-500.jpg" alt="Sixth Class--Songs" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>SIXTH CLASS&mdash;SONGS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/007-cap_o-30.png" width="30" height="55"  hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div>
+ <br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>H</b>, where are you going,</p>
+<p class="i4">My pretty maiden fair,</p>
+<p>With your red rosy cheeks,</p>
+<p class="i2">And your coal-black hair?</p>
+<p>I'm going a-milking,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she;</p>
+<p>And it's dabbling in the dew,</p>
+<p class="i2">Where you'll find me.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>May I go with you,</p>
+<p class="i2">My pretty maiden fair, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Oh, you may go with me,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she, &amp;c.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page83" id="page83"></a>[page 83]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>If I should chance to kiss you,</p>
+<p class="i2">My pretty maiden fair, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>The wind may take it off again,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And what is your father,</p>
+<p class="i2">My pretty maiden fair, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>My father is a farmer,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And what is your mother,</p>
+<p class="i2">My pretty maiden fair, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>My mother is a dairy-maid,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Polly</b></span> put the kettle on,</p>
+<p>Polly put the kettle on,</p>
+<p>Polly put the kettle on,</p>
+<p class="i2">And let's drink tea.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Sukey take it off again,</p>
+<p>Sukey take it off again,</p>
+<p>Sukey take it off again,</p>
+<p class="i2">They're all gone away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page84" id="page84"></a>[page 84]</span>
+
+<h3>CXXXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[This is the version generally given in nursery collections, but is somewhat
+different in the 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p. 148.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span> misty moisty morning</p>
+<p>When cloudy was the weather,</p>
+<p>There I met an old man</p>
+<p>Clothed all in leather;</p>
+<p>Clothed all in leather,</p>
+<p>With cap under his chin,&mdash;</p>
+<p>How do you do, and how do you do,</p>
+<p>And how do you do again!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> fox and his wife they had a great strife,</p>
+<p>They never eat mustard in all their whole life;</p>
+<p>They eat their meat without fork or knife,</p>
+<p class="i2">And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;</p>
+<p>The stars they were shining, and all things bright;</p>
+<p>Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night</p>
+<p class="i2">For me to go through the town, e-ho!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The fox when he came to yonder stile,</p>
+<p>He lifted his lugs and he listened a while!</p>
+<p>Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile</p>
+<p class="i2">From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page85" id="page85"></a>[page 85]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,</p>
+<p>Who should he see but the farmer's drake;</p>
+<p>I love you well for your master's sake,</p>
+<p class="i2">And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack,</p>
+<p>Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;</p>
+<p>You'll grease my beard and ride on my back</p>
+<p class="i2">From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,</p>
+<p>She opened the casement, and popped out her head;</p>
+<p>Oh! husband, oh! husband, the gray goose is dead,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the fox is gone through the town, oh!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then the old man got up in his red cap,</p>
+<p>And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;</p>
+<p>But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,</p>
+<p class="i2">And ran thro' the town, the town, oh!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When he got to the top of the hill,</p>
+<p>He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,</p>
+<p>For joy that he was safe</p>
+<p class="i2">Thro' the town, oh!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page86" id="page86"></a>[page 86]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When the fox came back to his den,</p>
+<p>He had young ones both nine and ten,</p>
+<p>"You're welcome home, daddy, you may go again,</p>
+<p>If you bring us such nice meat</p>
+<p class="i2">From the town, oh!"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tom Dogget,</p>
+<p class="i2">What dost thou mean,</p>
+<p>To kill thy poor Colly</p>
+<p class="i2">Now she's so lean?</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly,</p>
+<p class="i2">Colly, my cow,</p>
+<p>For Colly will give me</p>
+<p class="i2">No more milk now.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I had better have kept her,</p>
+<p class="i2">'Till fatter she had been,</p>
+<p>For now, I confess,</p>
+<p class="i2">She's a little too lean.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>First in comes the tanner</p>
+<p class="i2">With his sword by his side,</p>
+<p>And he bids me five shillings</p>
+<p class="i2">For my poor cow's hide.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page87" id="page87"></a>[page 87]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then in comes the tallow-chandler,</p>
+<p class="i2">Whose brains were but shallow,</p>
+<p>And he bids me two-and-sixpence</p>
+<p class="i2">For my cow's tallow.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then in comes the huntsman</p>
+<p class="i2">So early in the morn,</p>
+<p>He bids me a penny</p>
+<p class="i2">For my cow's horn.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then in comes the tripe-woman,</p>
+<p class="i2">So fine and so neat,</p>
+<p>She bids me three half-pence</p>
+<p class="i2">For my cow's feet.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then in comes the butcher,</p>
+<p class="i2">That nimble-tongu'd youth,</p>
+<p>Who said she was carrion,</p>
+<p class="i2">But he spoke not the truth.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The skin of my cowly</p>
+<p class="i2">Was softer than silk,</p>
+<p>And three times a-day</p>
+<p class="i2">My poor cow would give milk.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page88" id="page88"></a>[page 88]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She every year</p>
+<p class="i2">A fine calf did me bring,</p>
+<p>Which fetcht me a pound,</p>
+<p class="i2">For it came in the spring.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But now I have kill'd her,</p>
+<p class="i2">I can't her recall;</p>
+<p>I will sell my poor Colly,</p>
+<p class="i2">Hide, horns, and all.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The butcher shall have her,</p>
+<p class="i2">Though he gives but a pound,</p>
+<p>And he knows in his heart</p>
+<p class="i2">That my Colly was sound.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And when he has bought her</p>
+<p class="i2">Let him sell all together,</p>
+<p>The flesh for to eat,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the hide for leather.</p>
+<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &amp;c.*</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote">* A different version of the above, commencing, My Billy Aroms, is current
+in the nurseries of Cornwall. One verse runs as follows:
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>In comes the horner,</p>
+<p class="i2">Who roguery scorns,</p>
+<p>And gives me three farthings</p>
+<p class="i2">For poor cowly's horns.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote">This is better than our reading, and it concludes thus:</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>There's an end to my cowly,</p>
+<p class="i2">Now she's dead and gone;</p>
+<p>For the loss of my cowly,</p>
+<p class="i2">I sob and I mourn.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page89" id="page89"></a>[page 89]</span>
+
+<h3>CXXXV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A north-country song.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Says</b></span> t'auld man tit oak tree,</p>
+<p>Young and lusty was I when I kenn'd thee;</p>
+<p>I was young and lusty, I was fair and clear,</p>
+<p>Young and lusty was I mony a lang year;</p>
+<p>But sair fail'd am I, sair fail'd now,</p>
+<p>Sair fail'd am I sen I kenn'd thou.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>You</b></span> shall have an apple,</p>
+<p class="i2">You shall have a plum,</p>
+<p>You shall have a rattle-basket,</p>
+<p class="i2">When your dad comes home.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Up</b></span> at Piccadilly oh!</p>
+<p class="i2">The coachman takes his stand,</p>
+<p>And when he meets a pretty girl,</p>
+<p class="i2">He takes her by the hand;</p>
+<p class="i4">Whip away for ever oh!</p>
+<p class="i4">Drive away so clever oh!</p>
+<p class="i4">All the way to Bristol oh!</p>
+<p>He drives her four-in-hand.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page90" id="page90"></a>[page 90]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/020-1100.jpg"><img src="images/020-550.jpg" alt="Sing a Song of Sixpence" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>CXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The first line of this nursery rhyme is quoted in Beaumont and
+Fletcher's <i>Bonduca</i>, Act v, sc. 2. It is probable also that Sir Toby alludes
+to this song in <i>Twelfth Night</i>, Act. ii, sc. 2, when he says, "Come on; there
+is sixpence for you; let's have a song." In <i>Epulario, or the Italian banquet</i>,
+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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Sing</b></span> a song of sixpence,</p>
+<p class="i2">A bag full of rye;</p>
+<p>Four and twenty blackbirds</p>
+<p class="i2">Baked in a pie;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When the pie was open'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">The birds began to sing;</p>
+<p>Was not that a dainty dish,</p>
+<p class="i2">To set before the king?</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page91" id="page91"></a>[page 91]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The king was in his counting-house</p>
+<p class="i2">Counting out his money;</p>
+<p>The queen was in the parlour</p>
+<p class="i2">Eating bread and honey;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The maid was in the garden</p>
+<p class="i2">Hanging out the clothes,</p>
+<p>There came a little blackbird,</p>
+<p class="i2">And snapt off her nose.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Jenny was so mad,</p>
+<p class="i2">She didn't know what to do;</p>
+<p>She put her finger in her ear,</p>
+<p class="i2">And crackt it right in two.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Lend</b></span> me thy mare to ride a mile?</p>
+<p>She is lamed, leaping over a stile.</p>
+<p>Alack! and I must keep the fair!</p>
+<p>I'll give thee money for thy mare.</p>
+<p>Oh, oh! say you so?</p>
+<p>Money will make the mare to go!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>About</b></span> the bush, Willy,</p>
+<p class="i2">About the bee-hive,</p>
+<p>About the bush, Willy,</p>
+<p class="i2">I'll meet thee alive.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page92" id="page92"></a>[page 92]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then to my ten shillings,</p>
+<p class="i2">Add you but a groat,</p>
+<p>I'll go to Newcastle,</p>
+<p class="i2">And buy a new coat.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Five and five shillings,</p>
+<p class="i2">Five and a crown;</p>
+<p>Five and five shillings,</p>
+<p class="i2">Will buy a new gown.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Five and five shillings,</p>
+<p class="i2">Five and a groat;</p>
+<p>Five and five shillings,</p>
+<p class="i2">Will buy a new coat.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A pretty</b></span> little girl in a round-eared cap</p>
+<p>I met in the streets t'other day;</p>
+<p class="i4">She gave me such a thump,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my heart it went bump;</p>
+<p>I thought I should have fainted away!</p>
+<p>I thought I should have fainted away!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father he died, but I can't tell you how,</p>
+<p>He left me six horses to drive in my plough:</p>
+<p class="i4">With my wing wang waddle oh,</p>
+<p class="i4">Jack sing saddle oh,</p>
+<p class="i4">Blowsey boys <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'buble'">bubble</ins> oh,</p>
+<p class="i4">Under the broom.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page93" id="page93"></a>[page 93]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow;</p>
+<p>I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:</p>
+<p class="i4">With my, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;</p>
+<p>I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:</p>
+<p class="i4">With my, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;</p>
+<p>A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:</p>
+<p class="i4">With my, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;</p>
+<p>He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:</p>
+<p class="i4">With my, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Bo-peep has lost her sheep,</p>
+<p class="i2">And can't tell where to find them;</p>
+<p>Leave them alone, and they'll come home,</p>
+<p class="i2">And bring their tails behind them.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,</p>
+<p class="i2">And dreamt she heard them bleating;</p>
+<p>But when she awoke, she found it a joke,</p>
+<p class="i2">For they still were all fleeting.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page94" id="page94"></a>[page 94]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then up she took her little crook,</p>
+<p class="i2">Determin'd for to find them;</p>
+<p>She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,</p>
+<p class="i2">For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jeanie</b></span> come tie my,</p>
+<p>Jeanie come tie my,</p>
+<p>Jeanie come tie my bonnie cravat;</p>
+<p>I've tied it behind,</p>
+<p>I've tied it before,</p>
+<p>And I've tied it so often, I'll tie it no more.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Trip</b></span> upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,</p>
+<p>My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;</p>
+<p>She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly,</p>
+<p>For fear the young men should do me some harm.</p>
+<p class="i2">Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,</p>
+<p class="i2">What naughty tricks they put upon me:</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page95" id="page95"></a>[page 95]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">They broke my pitcher,</p>
+<p class="i4">And spilt the water,</p>
+<p class="i2">And huff'd my mother,</p>
+<p class="i4">And chid her daughter,</p>
+<p>And kiss'd my sister instead of me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">
+[From 'Histrio-mastix, or, the Player Whipt,' 4to, Lond. 1610. Mr. Rimbault
+tells me this is common in Yorkshire.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Some</b></span> up, and some down,</p>
+<p class="i4">There's players in the town,</p>
+<p>You wot well who they be;</p>
+<p class="i4">The sun doth arise,</p>
+<p class="i4">To three companies,</p>
+<p>One, two, three, four, make wee!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">Besides we that travel,</p>
+<p class="i4">With pumps full of gravel,</p>
+<p>Made all of such running leather:</p>
+<p class="i4">That once in a week,</p>
+<p class="i4">New masters we seek,</p>
+<p>And never can hold together.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Johnny</b></span> shall have a new bonnet,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Johnny shall go to the fair,</p>
+<p>And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon</p>
+<p class="i2">To tie up his bonny brown hair.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page96" id="page96"></a>[page 96]</span>
+<p>And why may not I love Johnny?</p>
+<p class="i2">And why may not Johnny love me?</p>
+<p>And why may not I love Johnny</p>
+<p class="i2">As well as another body?</p>
+<p>And here's a leg for a stocking,</p>
+<p class="i2">And here is a leg for a shoe,</p>
+<p>And he has a kiss for his daddy,</p>
+<p class="i2">And two for his mammy, I trow.</p>
+<p>And why may not I love Johnny?</p>
+<p class="i2">And why may not Johnny love me?</p>
+<p>And why may not I love Johnny,</p>
+<p class="i2">As well as another body?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was walking o'er little Moorfields,</p>
+<p>I saw St. Paul's a running on wheels,</p>
+<p class="i12">  With a fee, fo, fum.</p>
+<p>Then for further frolics I'll go to France.</p>
+<p>While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance,</p>
+<p class="i12">  With a fee, fo fum.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> north wind doth blow,</p>
+<p class="i4">And we shall have snow,</p>
+<p>And what will poor Robin do then?</p>
+<p class="i16">        Poor thing!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page97" id="page97"></a>[page 97]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">He'll sit in a barn,</p>
+<p class="i4">And to keep himself warm,</p>
+<p>Will hide his head under his wing.</p>
+<p class="i16">          Poor thing!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CL.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[From W. Wager's play, called 'The longer thou livest, the more foole thou
+art,' 4to, Lond.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> white dove sat on the castle wall,</p>
+<p>I bend my bow and shoot her I shall;</p>
+<p>I put her in my glove both feathers and all;</p>
+<p>I laid my bridle upon the shelf,</p>
+<p>If you will any more, sing it yourself.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Elsie</b></span> Marley is grown so fine,</p>
+<p>She won't get up to serve the swine,</p>
+<p>But lies in bed till eight or nine,</p>
+<p>And surely she does take her time.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?</p>
+<p>The wife who sells the barley, honey;</p>
+<p>She won't get up to serve her swine,</p>
+<p>And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page98" id="page98"></a>[page 98]</span>
+
+<h3>CLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>London</b></span> bridge is broken down,</p>
+<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p>
+<p>London bridge is broken down,</p>
+<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>How shall we build it up again?</p>
+<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p>
+<p>How shall we build it up again?</p>
+<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Silver and gold will be stole away,</p>
+<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p>
+<p>Silver and gold will be stole away,</p>
+<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Build it up again with iron and steel,</p>
+<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p>
+<p>Build it up with iron and steel,</p>
+<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Iron and steel will bend and bow,</p>
+<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p>
+<p>Iron and steel will bend and bow,</p>
+<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Build it up with wood and clay,</p>
+<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p>
+<p>Build it up with wood and clay,</p>
+<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page99" id="page99"></a>[page 99]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Wood and clay will wash away,</p>
+<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p>
+<p>Wood and clay will wash away,</p>
+<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Build it up with stone so strong,</p>
+<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p>
+<p>Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,</p>
+<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Father of the Pye,</p>
+<p>I cannot sing, my lips are dry;</p>
+<p>But when my lips are very well wet,</p>
+<p>Then I can sing with the Heigh go Bet!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="center1">[This appears to be an old hunting song. <i>Go bet</i> is a very ancient sporting
+phrase, equivalent to <i>go along</i>. It occurs in Chaucer, Leg. Dido, 288.]
+</p>
+
+<h3>CLIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Part of this is in a song called 'Jockey's Lamentation,' in the 'Pills to
+Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. v, p. 317.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tom</b></span> he was a piper's son,</p>
+<p>He learn'd to play when he was young,</p>
+<p>But all the tunes that he could play,</p>
+<p>Was, "Over the hills and far away;"</p>
+<p>Over the hills, and a great way off,</p>
+<p>And the wind will blow my top-knot off.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page100" id="page100"></a>[page 100]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,</p>
+<p>That he pleas'd both the girls and boys,</p>
+<p>And they stopp'd to hear him play,</p>
+<p>"Over the hills and far away."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,</p>
+<p>That those who heard him could never keep still;</p>
+<p>Whenever they heard they began for to dance,</p>
+<p>Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>As Dolly was milking her cow one day,</p>
+<p>Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;</p>
+<p>So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"</p>
+<p>Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,</p>
+<p>He used his pipe, and she used her legs;</p>
+<p>She danced about till the eggs were all broke,</p>
+<p>She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page101" id="page101"></a>[page 101]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,</p>
+<p>Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;</p>
+<p>He took out his pipe and played them a tune,</p>
+<p>And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/021-1000.jpg"><img src="images/021-500.jpg" alt="Tom he was a piper's son" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>CLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jacky</b></span>, come give me thy fiddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">If ever thou mean to thrive:</p>
+<p>Nay; I'll not give my fiddle</p>
+<p class="i2">To any man alive.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page102" id="page102"></a>[page 102]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>If I should give my fiddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">They'll think that I'm gone mad;</p>
+<p>For many a joyful day</p>
+<p class="i2">My fiddle and I have had.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Of</b></span> all the gay birds that e'er I did see,</p>
+<p>The owl is the fairest by far to me;</p>
+<p>For all the day long she sits on a tree,</p>
+<p>And when the night comes away flies she.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I love</b></span> sixpence, pretty little sixpence,</p>
+<p class="i2">I love sixpence better than my life;</p>
+<p>I spent a penny of it, I spent another,</p>
+<p class="i2">And took fourpence home to my wife.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence,</p>
+<p class="i2">I love fourpence better than my life;</p>
+<p>I spent a penny of it, I spent another,</p>
+<p class="i2">And I took twopence home to my wife.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page103" id="page103"></a>[page 103]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence,</p>
+<p class="i2">I love twopence better than my life;</p>
+<p>I spent a penny of it, I spent another,</p>
+<p class="i2">And I took nothing home to my wife.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing,</p>
+<p class="i2">What will nothing buy for my wife?</p>
+<p>I have nothing, I spend nothing,</p>
+<p class="i2">I love nothing better than my wife.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Merry</b></span> are the bells, and merry would they ring,</p>
+<p>Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;</p>
+<p>With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,</p>
+<p>And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose,</p>
+<p>Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;</p>
+<p>Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,</p>
+<p>With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page104" id="page104"></a>[page 104]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Merry have we met, and merry have we been,</p>
+<p>Merry let us part, and merry meet again;</p>
+<p>With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,</p>
+<p>And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> maid Mary</p>
+<p>She minds her dairy,</p>
+<p class="i4">While I go a hoing and mowing each morn,</p>
+<p>Merrily run the reel</p>
+<p>And the little spinning wheel</p>
+<p class="i4">Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Hot</b></span>-cross Buns!</p>
+<p class="i4">Hot-cross Buns!</p>
+<p>One a penny, two a penny</p>
+<p class="i4">Hot-cross Buns!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">Hot-cross Buns!</p>
+<p class="i4">Hot-cross Buns!</p>
+<p>If ye have no daughters,</p>
+<p class="i4">Give them to your sons.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page105" id="page105"></a>[page 105]</span>
+
+<h3>CLXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Wooley</b></span> Foster has gone to sea,</p>
+<p>With silver buckles at his knee,</p>
+<p>When he comes back he'll marry me,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i4">Bonny Wooley Foster!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Wooley Foster has a cow,</p>
+<p>Black and white about the mow,</p>
+<p>Open the gates and let her through,</p>
+<p class="i4">Wooley Foster's ain cow!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Wooley Foster has a hen,</p>
+<p>Cockle button, cockle ben,</p>
+<p>She lay eggs for gentlemen,</p>
+<p class="i4">But none for Wooley Foster!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following catch is found in Ben Jonson's 'Masque of Oberon,' and is a
+most common nursery song at the present day.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Buz</b></span>, quoth the blue fly,</p>
+<p class="i2">Hum, quoth the bee,</p>
+<p>Buz and hum they cry,</p>
+<p class="i2">And so do we:</p>
+<p>In his ear, in his nose,</p>
+<p class="i2">Thus, do you see?</p>
+<p>He ate the dormouse,</p>
+<p class="i2">Else it was he.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page106" id="page106"></a>[page 106]</span>
+
+<h3>CLXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going up the hill,</p>
+<p class="i2">I met with Jack the piper,</p>
+<p>And all the tunes that he could play</p>
+<p class="i2">Was "Tie up your petticoats tighter."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I tied them once, I tied them twice,</p>
+<p class="i2">I tied them three times over;</p>
+<p>And all the songs that he could sing</p>
+<p class="i2">Was "Carry me safe to Dover."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> were two birds sat on a stone,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;</p>
+<p>One flew away, and then there was one,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;</p>
+<p>The other flew after, and then there was none,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;</p>
+<p>And so the poor stone was left all alone,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>How</b></span> does my lady's garden grow?</p>
+<p>How does my lady's garden grow?</p>
+<p>With cockle shells, and silver bells,</p>
+<p>And pretty maids all of a row.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page107" id="page107"></a>[page 107]</span>
+
+<h3>CLXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a jolly miller</p>
+<p class="i2">Lived on the river Dee:</p>
+<p>He worked and sung from morn till night,</p>
+<p class="i2">No lark so blithe as he,</p>
+<p>And this the burden of his song</p>
+<p class="i2">For ever used to be&mdash;</p>
+<p>I jump mejerrime jee!</p>
+<p class="i2">I care for nobody&mdash;no! not I,</p>
+<p>Since nobody cares for me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going along, long, long,</p>
+<p>A singing a comical song, song, song,</p>
+<p>The lane that I went was so long, long, long,</p>
+<p>And the song that I sung was as long, long, long,</p>
+<p>And so I went singing along.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Where</b></span> are you going, my pretty maid?</p>
+<p>I'm going a-milking, sir, she said.</p>
+<p>May I go with you, my pretty maid?</p>
+<p>You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.</p>
+<p>What is your father, my pretty maid?</p>
+<p>My father's a farmer, sir, she said.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page108" id="page108"></a>[page 108]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?</p>
+<p>Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said.</p>
+<p>Will you be constant, my pretty maid?</p>
+<p>That I can't promise you, sir, she said.</p>
+<p>Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid!</p>
+<p>Nobody asked you, sir! she said.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXIX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Song on the bells of Derby on foot-ball morning, a custom now discontinued:]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pancakes</b></span> and fritters,</p>
+<p>Say All Saints and St. Peters;</p>
+<p>When will the <i>ball</i> come,</p>
+<p>Say the bells of St. Alkmun;</p>
+<p>At two they will throw,</p>
+<p>Says Saint Werabo;</p>
+<p>O! very well,</p>
+<p>Says little Michel.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I have</b></span> been to market, my lady, my lady;</p>
+<p>Then you've not been to the fair, says pussy, says pussy;</p>
+<p>I bought me a rabbit, my lady, my lady;</p>
+<p>Then you did not buy a hare, says pussy, says pussy;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page109" id="page109"></a>[page 109]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I roasted it, my lady, my lady;</p>
+<p>Then you did not boil it, says pussy, says pussy;</p>
+<p>I eat it, my lady, my lady;</p>
+<p>And I'll eat you, says pussy, says pussy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father left me three acres of land,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing ivy, sing ivy;</p>
+<p>My father left me three acres of land,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I ploughed it with a ram's horn,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing ivy, sing ivy;</p>
+<p>And sowed it all over with one pepper corn,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I harrowed it with a bramble bush,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing ivy, sing ivy;</p>
+<p>And reaped it with my little penknife,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I got the mice to carry it to the barn,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing ivy, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>And thrashed it with a goose's quill,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing holly, &amp;c.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page110" id="page110"></a>[page 110]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I got the cat to carry it to the mill,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing ivy, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>The miller he swore he would have her paw,</p>
+<p>And the cat she swore she would scratch his face,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The original of the following is to be found in 'Deuteromelia, or the
+second part of <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Músicks'">Musicks</ins> Melodie,' 4to, Lond. 1609, where the music is also
+given.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> blind mice, see how they run!</p>
+<p>They all ran after the farmer's wife,</p>
+<p>Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife,</p>
+<p>Did you ever see such fools in your life?</p>
+<p class="i18">Three blind mice.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a frog liv'd in a well,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, Kitty alone;</p>
+<p>There was a frog liv'd in a well,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, and I!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page111" id="page111"></a>[page 111]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There was a frog liv'd in a well,</p>
+<p class="i2">And a farce* mouse in a mill,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;[*merry</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, Kitty alone,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, and I.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>This frog he would a wooing ride,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>This frog he would a wooing ride,</p>
+<p>And on a snail he got astride,</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,</p>
+<p>And there he did both knock and call,</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,</p>
+<p>To see if thou canst fancy me,</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Quoth she, answer I'll give you none,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Quoth she, answer I'll give you none,</p>
+<p>Until my uncle Rat come home,</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &amp;c.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page112" id="page112"></a>[page 112]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And when her uncle Rat came home,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>And when her uncle Rat came home,</p>
+<p>Who's been here since I've been gone?</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,</p>
+<p>That's been here since you've been gone,</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The frog he came whistling through the brook,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>The frog he came whistling through the brook,</p>
+<p>And there he met with a dainty duck,</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone, Kitty alone;</p>
+<p>This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,</p>
+<p>So there's an end of my history book.</p>
+<p class="i2">Cock me cary, Kitty alone,</p>
+<p class="i2">Kitty alone and I.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page113" id="page113"></a>[page 113]</span>
+
+<h3>CLXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,</p>
+<p>There was a man in our toone, and his name was Billy Pod;</p>
+<p>And he played upon an old razor, an old razor, an old razor,</p>
+<p>And he played upon an old razor, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, the good roast beef, the good roast beef,</p>
+<p>And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, and his name was Billy Pod;</p>
+<p>And he played upon an old razor, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe,</p>
+<p>And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, and his name was Billy Pod;</p>
+<p>And he played upon an old razor, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps,</p>
+<p>And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, and his name was Billy Pod;</p>
+<p>And he played upon an old razor, &amp;c.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page114" id="page114"></a>[page 114]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And there was a man in tither toone, in tither toone, in tither toone,</p>
+<p>And there was a man in tither toone, and his name was Edrin Drum;</p>
+<p>And he played upon an old laadle, an old laadle, an old laadle,</p>
+<p>And he played upon an old laadle, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And he eat up all the good roast beef, the good roast beef, &amp;c. &amp;c.</p>
+<p>And he eat up all the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, &amp;c. &amp;c.</p>
+<p>And he eat up all the bawbie baps, &amp;c. and his name was Edrin Drum.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>John Cook</b></span> had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!</p>
+<p>Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!</p>
+<p>And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page115" id="page115"></a>[page 115]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!</p>
+<p>His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!</p>
+<p>If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A carrion</b></span> crow sat on an oak,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</p>
+<p>Watching a tailor shape his cloak;</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Wife, bring me my old bent bow,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</p>
+<p>That I may shoot yon carrion crow;</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The tailor he shot and missed his mark,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do;</p>
+<p>And shot his own sow quite through the heart;</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page116" id="page116"></a>[page 116]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Wife, bring brandy in a spoon;</p>
+<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</p>
+<p>For our old sow is in a swoon,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/022-1100.jpg"><img src="images/022-550.jpg" alt="A carrion crow sat on an oak" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>CLXXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Another version from MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 17, written in the time of
+Charles I.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hic</b></span> hoc, the carrion crow,</p>
+<p>For I have shot something too low:</p>
+<p>I have quite missed my mark,</p>
+<p>And shot the poor sow to the heart;</p>
+<p>Wife, bring treacle in a spoon,</p>
+<p>Or else the poor sow's heart will down.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page117" id="page117"></a>[page 117]</span>
+
+<h3>CLXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Song of a little boy while passing his hour of solitude in a corn-field.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Awa'</b></span> birds, away!</p>
+<p>Take a little, and leave a little,</p>
+<p>And do not come again;</p>
+<p>For if you do,</p>
+<p>I will shoot you through,</p>
+<p>And there is an end of you.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> I'd as much money as I could spend,</p>
+<p>I never would cry old chairs to mend;</p>
+<p>Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;</p>
+<p>I never would cry old chairs to mend.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>If I'd as much money as I could tell,</p>
+<p>I never would cry old clothes to sell;</p>
+<p>Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;</p>
+<p>I never would cry old clothes to sell.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Whistle</b></span>, daughter, whistle, whistle daughter dear;</p>
+<p>I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear.</p>
+<p>Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound;</p>
+<p>I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page118" id="page118"></a>[page 118]</span>
+
+<h3>CLXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I'll</b></span> sing you a song,</p>
+<p>Though not very long,</p>
+<p class="i2">Yet I think it as pretty as any,</p>
+<p>Put your hand in your purse,</p>
+<p>You'll never be worse,</p>
+<p class="i2">And give the poor singer a penny.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Dame</b></span>, get up and bake your pies,</p>
+<p>Bake your pies, bake your pies;</p>
+<p>Dame, get up and bake your pies,</p>
+<p>On Christmas-day in the morning.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Dame, what makes your maidens lie,</p>
+<p>Maidens lie, maidens lie;</p>
+<p>Dame, what makes your maidens lie,</p>
+<p>On Christmas-day in the morning?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Dame, what makes your ducks to die,</p>
+<p>Ducks to die, ducks to die;</p>
+<p>Dame, what makes your ducks to die,</p>
+<p>On Christmas-day in the morning?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,</p>
+<p>Cannot fly, cannot fly;</p>
+<p>Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,</p>
+<p>On Christmas-day in the morning.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page119" id="page119"></a>[page 119]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/023-850.jpg"><img src="images/023-430.jpg" alt="Seventh Class--Riddles" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>SEVENTH CLASS&mdash;RIDDLES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CLXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Ann.]</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/011-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="52"  hspace="1" alt="T" border="0" /></div>
+ <br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>HERE</b> was a girl in our towne,</p>
+<p class="i4">Silk an' satin was her gowne,</p>
+<p>Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,</p>
+<p>Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A thorn.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I went</b></span> to the wood and got it,</p>
+<p>I sat me down and looked at it;</p>
+<p>The more I looked at it the less I liked it,</p>
+<p>And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page120" id="page120"></a>[page 120]</span>
+
+<h3>CLXXXV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Sunshine.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hick-a-more</b></span>, Hack-a-more,</p>
+<p>On the king's kitchen-door;</p>
+<p>All the king's horses,</p>
+<p>And all the king's men,</p>
+<p>Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,</p>
+<p>Off the king's kitchen-door!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A pen.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> I was taken from the fair body,</p>
+<p class="i2">They then cut off my head,</p>
+<p class="i2">And thus my shape was altered;</p>
+<p>It's I that make peace between king and king,</p>
+<p class="i2">And many a true lover glad:</p>
+<p>All this I do and ten times more,</p>
+<p class="i2">And more I could do still,</p>
+<p>But nothing can I do,</p>
+<p class="i2">Without my guider's will.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Snuff.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I look'd out o' my chamber window</p>
+<p class="i2">I heard something fall;</p>
+<p>I sent my maid to pick it up,</p>
+<p class="i2">But she couldn't pick it all.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page121" id="page121"></a>[page 121]</span>
+
+<h3>CLXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A tobacco-pipe.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I went</b></span> into my grandmother's garden,</p>
+<p>And there I found a farthing.</p>
+<p>I went into my next door neighbour's,</p>
+<p>There I bought a pipkin and a popkin&mdash;</p>
+<p>A slipkin and a slopkin,</p>
+<p>A nailboard, a sailboard,</p>
+<p>And all for a farthing.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CLXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Gloves.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going o'er London Bridge,</p>
+<p>I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Made</b></span> in London,</p>
+<p>Sold at York,</p>
+<p>Stops a bottle</p>
+<p>And <i>is</i> a cork.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXCI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ten</b></span> and ten and twice eleven,</p>
+<p>Take out six and put in seven;</p>
+<p>Go to the green and fetch eighteen,</p>
+<p>And drop one a coming.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page122" id="page122"></a>[page 122]</span>
+
+<h3>CXCII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A walnut.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> soft as silk, as white as milk,</p>
+<p>As bitter as gall, a thick wall,</p>
+<p>And a green coat covers me all.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXCIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A swarm of bees.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going o'er Tipple Tine,</p>
+<p>I met a flock of bonny swine;</p>
+<p class="i2">Some green-lapp'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">Some green-back'd;</p>
+<p>They were the very bonniest swine</p>
+<p>That e'er went over Tipple Tine.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXCIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[An egg.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Humpty</b></span> Dumpty lay in a beck,*</p>
+<p>With all his sinews round his neck;</p>
+<p>Forty doctors and forty wrights</p>
+<p>Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty to rights!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote1">* A brook.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page123" id="page123"></a>[page 123]</span>
+
+<h3>CXCV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A storm of wind.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Arthur</b></span> O'Bower has broken his band,</p>
+<p>He comes roaring up the land;&mdash;</p>
+<p>The King of Scots, with all his power,</p>
+<p>Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXCVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Tobacco.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Make</b></span> three-fourths of a cross,</p>
+<p class="i2">And a circle complete;</p>
+<p>And let two semicircles</p>
+<p class="i2">On a perpendicular meet;</p>
+<p>Next add a triangle</p>
+<p class="i2">That stands on two feet;</p>
+<p>Next two semicircles,</p>
+<p class="i2">And a circle complete.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXCVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a king met a king</p>
+<p class="i2">In a narrow lane,</p>
+<p>Says this king to that king,</p>
+<p class="i2">"Where have you been?"</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page124" id="page124"></a>[page 124]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"Oh! I've been a hunting</p>
+<p class="i2">With my dog and my doe."</p>
+<p>"Pray lend him to me,</p>
+<p class="i2">That I may do so."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"There's the dog <i>take</i> the dog."</p>
+<p class="i2">"What's the dog's name?"</p>
+<p>"I've told you already."</p>
+<p class="i2">"Pray tell me again."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXCVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A plum-pudding.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Flour</b></span> of England, fruit of Spain,</p>
+<p>Met together in a shower of rain;</p>
+<p>Put in a bag tied round with a string,</p>
+<p>If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CXCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Every</b></span> lady in this land</p>
+<p>Has twenty nails upon each hand,</p>
+<p>Five and twenty hands and feet,</p>
+<p>All this is true without deceit.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Twelve</b></span> pears hanging high,</p>
+<p>Twelve knights riding by;</p>
+<p>Each knight took a pear,</p>
+<p>And yet left eleven there!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page125" id="page125"></a>[page 125]</span>
+
+<h3>CCI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A star.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I have</b></span> a little sister, they call her peep, peep;</p>
+<p>She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;</p>
+<p>She climbs the mountains high, high, high;</p>
+<p>Poor little creature she has but one eye.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A needle and thread.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> mother Twitchett had but one eye,</p>
+<p>And a long tail which she let fly;</p>
+<p>And every time she went over a gap,</p>
+<p>She left a bit of her tail in a trap.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[An egg.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>In</b></span> marble walls as white as milk,</p>
+<p>Lined with a skin as soft as silk;</p>
+<p>Within a fountain crystal clear,</p>
+<p>A golden apple doth appear.</p>
+<p>No doors there are to this strong-hold.</p>
+<p>Yet things break in and steal the gold.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page126" id="page126"></a>[page 126]</span>
+
+<h3>CCIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A horse-shoer.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>What</b></span> shoe-maker makes shoes without leather,</p>
+<p>With all the four elements put together?</p>
+<p class="i2">Fire and water, earth and air;</p>
+<p class="i2">Ev'ry customer has two pair.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Currants.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Higgledy</b></span> piggledy</p>
+<p class="i2">Here we lie,</p>
+<p>Pick'd and pluck'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">And put in a pie.</p>
+<p>My first is snapping, snarling, growling,</p>
+<p>My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.</p>
+<p>Higgledy piggledy</p>
+<p class="i2">Here we lie,</p>
+<p>Pick'd and pluck'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">And put in a pie.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Thomas</b></span> a Tattamus took two Ts,</p>
+<p>To tie two tups to two tall trees,</p>
+<p>To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus!</p>
+<p>Tell me how many Ts there are in all <span class="sc">THAT</span>.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page127" id="page127"></a>[page 127]</span>
+
+<h3>CCVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The man had one eye, and the tree two apples upon it.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man who had no eyes,</p>
+<p>He went abroad to view the skies;</p>
+<p>He saw a tree with apples on it,</p>
+<p>He took no apples off, yet left no apples on it.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Cleopatra.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> moon nine days old,</p>
+<p>The next sign to cancer;</p>
+<p>Pat rat without a tail;&mdash;</p>
+<p>And now, sir, for your answer,</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCIX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A candle.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Nancy Etticoat,</p>
+<p>In a white petticoat,</p>
+<p>And a red nose;</p>
+<p>The longer she stands,</p>
+<p>The shorter she grows.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page128" id="page128"></a>[page 128]</span>
+
+<h3>CCX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Pair of tongs.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Long</b></span> legs, crooked thighs,</p>
+<p>Little head and no eyes.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 16, written in the time of Charles I.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> were three sisters in a hall,</p>
+<p>There came a knight amongst them all;</p>
+<p>Good morrow, aunt, to the one,</p>
+<p>Good morrow, aunt, to the other,</p>
+<p>Good morrow, gentlewoman, to the third,</p>
+<p class="i2">If you were my aunt,</p>
+<p class="i4">As the other two be,</p>
+<p class="i2">I would say good morrow,</p>
+<p class="i4">Then, aunts, all three.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Isabel.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Congeal'd</b></span > water and Cain's brother,</p>
+<p>That was my lover's name, and no other.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Teeth and Gums.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Thirty</b></span> white horses upon a red hill,</p>
+<p>Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page129" id="page129"></a>[page 129]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Coals.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Black</b></span> we are, but much admired;</p>
+<p>Men seek for us till they are tired.</p>
+<p>We tire the horse, but comfort man</p>
+<p>Tell me this riddle if you can.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Star.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Higher</b></span> than a house, higher than a tree;</p>
+<p>Oh, whatever can that be?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[An Egg.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Humpty dumpty</b></span> sate on a wall,</p>
+<p>Humpty dumpty had a great fall;</p>
+<p>Three score men and three score more</p>
+<p>Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The allusion to Oliver Cromwell satisfactorily fixes the date of the riddle to
+belong to the seventeenth century. The answer is, a rainbow.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Purple</b></span>, yellow, red, and green,</p>
+<p>The king cannot reach it nor the queen;</p>
+<p>Nor can old Noll, whose power's so great:</p>
+<p>Tell me this riddle while I count eight.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page130" id="page130"></a>[page 130]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pease</b></span>-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,</p>
+<p>Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.</p>
+<p>Spell me <i>that</i> without a P,</p>
+<p>And a clever scholar you will be.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going o'er Westminster bridge,</p>
+<p class="i2">I met with a Westminster scholar;</p>
+<p>He pulled off his cap <i>an' drew</i> off his glove,</p>
+<p class="i2">And wished me a very good morrow.</p>
+<p class="i4">What is his name?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Chimney.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Black</b></span> within, and red without;</p>
+<p>Four corners round about.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man rode through our town,</p>
+<p class="i2">Gray Grizzle was his name;</p>
+<p>His saddle-bow was gilt with gold,</p>
+<p class="i2">Three times I've named his name.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page131" id="page131"></a>[page 131]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Hedgehog.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went over Lincoln bridge</p>
+<p>I met mister Rusticap;</p>
+<p>Pins and needles on his back,</p>
+<p>A going to Thorney fair.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[One leg is a leg of mutton; two legs, a man; three legs, a stool; four legs,
+a dog.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Two</b></span> legs sat upon three legs,</p>
+<p>With one leg in his lap;</p>
+<p>In comes four legs,</p>
+<p>And runs away with one leg.</p>
+<p>Up jumps two legs,</p>
+<p>Catches up three legs,</p>
+<p>Throws it after four legs,</p>
+<p>And makes him bring back one leg.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Bed.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Formed</b></span> long ago, yet made to-day,</p>
+<p class="i2">Employed while others sleep;</p>
+<p>What few would like to give away,</p>
+<p class="i2">Nor any wish to keep.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page132" id="page132"></a>[page 132]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXXV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Cinder-sifter.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A riddle</b></span>, a riddle, as I suppose,</p>
+<p>A hundred eyes, and never a nose.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Well.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> round as an apple, as deep as a cup,</p>
+<p>And all the king's horses can't pull it up.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Cherry.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went through the garden gap,</p>
+<p>Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!</p>
+<p>A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,</p>
+<p>If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Elizabeth</b></span>, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess,</p>
+<p>They all went together to seek a bird's nest.</p>
+<p>They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,</p>
+<p>They all took one, and left four in.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page133" id="page133"></a>[page 133]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going to St. Ives,</p>
+<p>I met a man with seven wives,</p>
+<p>Every wife had seven sacks,</p>
+<p>Every sack had seven cats,</p>
+<p>Every cat had seven kits:</p>
+<p>Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,</p>
+<p>How many were there going to St. Ives?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The Holly Tree.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Highty</b></span>, tighty, paradighty clothed in green,</p>
+<p>The king could not read it, no more could the queen;</p>
+<p>They sent for a wise man out of the East,</p>
+<p>Who said it had horns, but was not a beast!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span>, see! what shall I see?</p>
+<p>A horse's head where his tail should be.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A fire-brand with sparks on it.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going o'er London Bridge,</p>
+<p class="i2">And peep'd through a nick,</p>
+<p>I saw four and twenty ladies</p>
+<p class="i2">Riding on a stick!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page134" id="page134"></a>[page 134]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[An Icicle.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Lives</b></span> in winter,</p>
+<p>Dies in summer,</p>
+<p>And grows with its root upwards!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> I went up sandy hill,</p>
+<p>I met a sandy boy;</p>
+<p>I cut his throat, I sucked his blood,</p>
+<p>And left his skin a hanging-o.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little castle upon the sea-side,</p>
+<p>One half was water, the other was land;</p>
+<p>I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found;</p>
+<p>I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.</p>
+<p>The cup was gold, filled with wine;</p>
+<p>Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> father Graybeard,</p>
+<p class="i2">Without tooth or tongue;</p>
+<p>If you'll give me your finger,</p>
+<p class="i2">I'll give you my thumb.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page135" id="page135"></a>[page 135]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/024-1150.jpg"><img src="images/024-570.jpg" alt="Eighth Class--Charms" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>EIGHTH CLASS&mdash;CHARMS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CCXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/024-cap_c-30.png" width="30" height="62"  hspace="1" alt="C" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 87%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>USHY</b> cow bonny, let down thy milk,</p>
+<p class="i4">And I will give thee a gown of silk;</p>
+<p class="i4">A gown of silk and a silver tee,</p>
+<p class="i4">If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Said to pips placed in the fire; a species of divination practised by
+children.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> you love me, pop and fly;</p>
+<p>If you hate me, lay and die.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page136" id="page136"></a>[page 136]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I went</b></span> to the toad that lies under the wall,</p>
+<p>I charmed him out, and he came at my call;</p>
+<p>I scratch'd out the eyes of the owl before,</p>
+<p>I tore the bat's wing, what would you have more.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXL.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[A charm somewhat similar to the following may be seen in the 'Townley
+Mysteries,' p. 91. See a paper in the 'Arch&aelig;ologia,' 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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Matthew</b></span>, Mark, Luke, and John,</p>
+<p>Guard the bed that I lay on!</p>
+<p class="i2">Four corners to my bed,</p>
+<p class="i2">Four angels round my head;</p>
+<p>One to watch, one to pray,</p>
+<p>And two to bear my soul away!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Come</b></span>, butter, come,</p>
+<p>Come, butter, come!</p>
+<p>Peter stands at the gate,</p>
+<p>Waiting for a butter'd cake;</p>
+<p>Come, butter, come!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page137" id="page137"></a>[page 137]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[From Dr. Wallis's "Grammatica Lingu&aelig; Anglican&aelig;," 12mo, Oxon. 1674,
+p. 164. This and the nine following are said to be certain cures for the hiccup
+if repeated in one breath.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;</p>
+<p>For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;</p>
+<p>But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,</p>
+<p>The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,</p>
+<p>He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine:</p>
+<p>Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine</p>
+<p>He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,</p>
+<p>As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:</p>
+<p>'Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,</p>
+<p>He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page138" id="page138"></a>[page 138]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A Thatcher</b></span> of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching;</p>
+<p>Did a thatcher of Thatchwood go to Thatchet a thatching?</p>
+<p>If a thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching,</p>
+<p>Where's the thatching the thatcher of Thatchwood has thatch'd?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXLIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Sometimes 'off a pewter plate' is added at the end of each line.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Peter</b></span> Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;</p>
+<p>A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;</p>
+<p>If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,</p>
+<p>Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father he left me, just as he was able,</p>
+<p>One bowl, one bottle, one lable,</p>
+<p>Two bowls, two bottles, two lables,</p>
+<p>Three, &amp;c. [<i>And so on ad. lib. in one breath.</i>]</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page139" id="page139"></a>[page 139]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Robert Rowley</b></span> rolled a round roll round,</p>
+<p>A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round;</p>
+<p>Where rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXLVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="indboth1"><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> 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.</p>
+
+<h3>CCXLVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="indboth1"><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> crooked cripples went through
+Cripplegate, and through Cripplegate went
+three crooked cripples.</p>
+
+<h3>CCXLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Swan</b></span> swam over the sea&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">Swim, swan, swim;</p>
+<p>Swan swam back again,</p>
+<p class="i2">Well swam swan,</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page140" id="page140"></a>[page 140]</span>
+
+<h3>CCL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickup</b></span>, hickup, go away!</p>
+<p>Come again another day;</p>
+<p>Hickup, hickup, when I bake,</p>
+<p>I'll give to you a butter-cake.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickup</b></span>, snicup,</p>
+<p>Rise up, right up!</p>
+<p>Three drops in the cup</p>
+<p>Are good for the hiccup.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/025-750.jpg"><img src="images/025-400.jpg" alt="Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk" /></a></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page141" id="page141"></a>[page 141]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/026-1150.jpg"><img src="images/026-570.jpg" alt="Ninth Class--Gaffers and Gammers" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>NINTH CLASS&mdash;GAFFERS AND GAMMERS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CCLII.</h3>
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/041-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="54"  hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>HERE</b> was an old woman, as I've heard tell,</p>
+<p class="i4">She went to market her eggs for to sell;</p>
+<p>She went to market all on a market-day,</p>
+<p>And she fell asleep on the king's highway.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,</p>
+<p>He cut her petticoats all round about;</p>
+<p>He cut her petticoats up to the knees,</p>
+<p>Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page142" id="page142"></a>[page 142]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When this little woman first did wake,</p>
+<p>She began to shiver and she began to shake,</p>
+<p>She began to wonder and she began to cry,</p>
+<p>"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,</p>
+<p>I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;</p>
+<p>If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,</p>
+<p>And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Home went the little woman all in the dark,</p>
+<p>Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;</p>
+<p>He began to bark, so she began to cry,</p>
+<p>"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman who lived in a shoe,</p>
+<p>She had so many children she didn't know what to do;</p>
+<p>She gave them some broth without any bread,</p>
+<p>She whipped them all well and put them to bed.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page143" id="page143"></a>[page 143]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?</p>
+<p>Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing.</p>
+<p>Old woman, old woman, shall I love you dearly?</p>
+<p>Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman sat spinning,</p>
+<p>And that's the first beginning;</p>
+<p>She had a calf,</p>
+<p>And that's half;</p>
+<p>She took it by the tail,</p>
+<p>And threw it over the wall,</p>
+<p>And that's all.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman, her name it was Peg;</p>
+<p>Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork-leg.</p>
+<p>The neighbours all pitch'd her into the water,</p>
+<p>Her leg was drown'd first, and her head follow'd a'ter.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page144" id="page144"></a>[page 144]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A little</b></span> old man and I fell out;</p>
+<p>How shall we bring this matter about?</p>
+<p>Bring it about as well as you can,</p>
+<p>Get you gone, you little old man!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman,</p>
+<p class="i2">And she sold puddings and pies;</p>
+<p>She went to the mill,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the dust flew in her eyes:</p>
+<p>Hot pies and cold pies to sell!</p>
+<p class="i2">Wherever she goes,&mdash;</p>
+<p>You may follow her by the smell.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,</p>
+<p class="i2">She would go to Stoken Church fair;</p>
+<p>And then old Father Peter said he would meet her</p>
+<p class="i2">Before she got half-way there.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman</p>
+<p class="i2">Lived under a hill;</p>
+<p>And if she's not gone,</p>
+<p class="i2">She lives there still.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page145" id="page145"></a>[page 145]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman toss'd up in a basket</p>
+<p class="i2">Nineteen times as high as the moon;</p>
+<p>Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,</p>
+<p class="i2">For in her hand she carried a broom.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,</p>
+<p class="i2">O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?</p>
+<p>To brush the cobwebs off the sky!</p>
+<p class="i2">Shall I go with thee? Aye, by and by.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row,</p>
+<p>He had five hens and a name for them, oh!</p>
+<p>Bill and Ned and Battock,</p>
+<p>Cut-her-foot and Pattock,</p>
+<p>Chuck, my lady Prattock,</p>
+<p>Go to thy nest and lay.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman of Leeds</p>
+<p>Who spent all her time in good deeds;</p>
+<p class="i2">She worked for the poor</p>
+<p class="i2">Till her fingers were sore,</p>
+<p>This pious old woman of Leeds!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page146" id="page146"></a>[page 146]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Betty Blue</p>
+<p class="i4">Lost a holiday shoe,</p>
+<p>What can old Betty do?</p>
+<p class="i4">Give her another</p>
+<p class="i4">To match the other,</p>
+<p>And then she may swagger in two.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> mother Hubbard</p>
+<p>Went to the cupboard,</p>
+<p class="i2">To get her poor dog a bone;</p>
+<p>But when she came there</p>
+<p class="i2">The cupboard was bare,</p>
+<p>And so the poor dog had none.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the baker's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him some bread,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">The poor dog was dead.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the joiner's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him a coffin,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">The poor dog was laughing.<a id="footnotetag2" name="footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2">*</a></p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page147" id="page147"></a>[page 147]</span>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>She took a clean dish</p>
+<p class="i2">To get him some tripe,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">He was smoking his pipe.</p>
+  </div></div>
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/027-1000.jpg"><img src="images/027-500.jpg" alt="He was smoking his pipe" /></a></div>
+  <div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the fishmonger's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him some fish,</p>
+<p>And when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">He was licking the dish.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the ale-house</p>
+<p class="i2">To get him some beer,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">The dog sat in a chair.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page148" id="page148"></a>[page 148]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the tavern</p>
+<p class="i2">For white wine and red,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">The dog stood on his head.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the hatter's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him a hat,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">He was feeding the cat.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the barber's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him a wig,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">He was dancing a jig.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the fruiterer's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him some fruit,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">He was playing the flute.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the tailor's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him a coat,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">He was riding a goat.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the cobbler's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him some shoes,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">He was reading the news.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page149" id="page149"></a>[page 149]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the sempstress</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him some linen,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">The dog was spinning.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the hosier's</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy him some hose,</p>
+<p>But when she came back</p>
+<p class="i2">He was dress'd in his clothes.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The dame made a curtsey,</p>
+<p class="i2">The dog made a bow;</p>
+<p>The dame said, your servant,</p>
+<p class="i2">The dog said, bow, wow.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+  <p class="footnote"><a id="footnote2" name="footnote2"></a><a href="#footnotetag2">*</a> Probably <i>loffing</i> or <i>loffin'</i>, to complete the rhyme. So in Shakspeare's
+'Mids. Night's Dream,' act ii, sc. 1:
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>"And then the whole quire hold their hips, and <i>loffe</i>."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman</p>
+<p class="i2">Lived under a hill,</p>
+<p>She put a mouse in a bag,</p>
+<p class="i2">And sent it to mill;</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The miller declar'd</p>
+<p class="i2">By the point of his knife,</p>
+<p>He never took toll</p>
+<p class="i2">Of a mouse in his life.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page150" id="page150"></a>[page 150]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman had three sons,</p>
+<p>Jerry, and James, and John:</p>
+<p>Jerry was hung, James was drowned,</p>
+<p>John was lost and never was found,</p>
+<p>And there was an end of the three sons,</p>
+<p>Jerry, and James, and John!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old man, who lived in a wood,</p>
+<p class="i2">As you may plainly see;</p>
+<p>He said he could do as much work in a day,</p>
+<p class="i2">As his wife could do in three.</p>
+<p>With all my heart, the old woman said,</p>
+<p class="i2">If that you will allow,</p>
+<p>To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,</p>
+<p class="i2">And I'll go drive the plough:</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>But you must milk the Tidy cow,</p>
+<p class="i2">For fear that she go dry;</p>
+<p>And you must feed the little pigs</p>
+<p class="i2">That are within the sty;</p>
+<p>And you must mind the speckled hen,</p>
+<p class="i2">For fear she lay away;</p>
+<p>And you must reel the spool of yarn</p>
+<p class="i2">That I spun yesterday.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page151" id="page151"></a>[page 151]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The old woman took a staff in her hand,</p>
+<p class="i2">And went to drive the plough:</p>
+<p>The old man took a pail in his hand,</p>
+<p class="i2">And went to milk the cow;</p>
+<p>But Tidy hinched, and Tidy flinched,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Tidy broke his nose,</p>
+<p>And Tidy gave him such a blow,</p>
+<p class="i2">That the blood ran down to his toes.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>High! Tidy! ho! Tidy! high!</p>
+<p class="i2">Tidy! do stand still;</p>
+<p>If ever I milk you, Tidy, again,</p>
+<p class="i2">'Twill be sore against my will!</p>
+<p>He went to feed the little pigs,</p>
+<p class="i2">That were within the sty;</p>
+<p>He hit his head against the beam,</p>
+<p class="i2">And he made the blood to fly.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He went to mind the speckled hen,</p>
+<p class="i2">For fear she'd lay astray,</p>
+<p>And he forgot the spool of yarn</p>
+<p class="i2">His wife spun yesterday.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>So he swore by the sun, the moon, and the stars,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the green leaves on the tree,</p>
+<p>If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life,</p>
+<p class="i2">She should ne'er be ruled by he.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page152" id="page152"></a>[page 152]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old man of Tobago,</p>
+<p>Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago;</p>
+<p class="i2">Till, much to his bliss,</p>
+<p class="i2">His physician said this&mdash;</p>
+<p>"To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Oh</b></span>, dear, what can the matter be?</p>
+<p>Two old women got up in an apple tree;</p>
+<p>One came down,</p>
+<p>And the other staid till Saturday.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old man,</p>
+<p>And he had a calf,</p>
+<p class="i2">And that's half;</p>
+<p>He took him out of the stall,</p>
+<p>And put him on the wall;</p>
+<p class="i2">And that's all.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Father Short</b></span> came down the lane,</p>
+<p class="i2">Oh! I'm obliged to hammer and smite</p>
+<p class="i2">From four in the morning till eight at night,</p>
+<p>For a bad master, and a worse dame.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page153" id="page153"></a>[page 153]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,</p>
+<p>Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small:</p>
+<p>A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,</p>
+<p>And down at one gulp house and old woman went.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman of Norwich,</p>
+<p>Who lived upon nothing but porridge;</p>
+<p class="i2">Parading the town,</p>
+<p class="i2">She turned cloak into gown,</p>
+<p>This thrifty old woman of Norwich.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A little</b></span> old man of Derby,</p>
+<p>How do you think he served me?</p>
+<p>He took away my bread and cheese,</p>
+<p>And that is how he served me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman in Surrey,</p>
+<p>Who, was morn, noon, and night in a hurry;</p>
+<p class="i4">Call'd her husband a fool,</p>
+<p class="i4">Drove the children to school,</p>
+<p>The worrying old woman of Surrey.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page154" id="page154"></a>[page 154]</span>
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/028-900.jpg"><img src="images/028-450.jpg" alt="Tenth Class--Games" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>TENTH CLASS&mdash;GAMES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/007-cap_o-30.png" width="30" height="55"  hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4"><b>NE-ERY</b>, two-ery,</p>
+<p class="i4">Ziccary zan;</p>
+<p>Hollow bone, crack a bone,</p>
+<p class="i2">Ninery, ten:</p>
+<p>Spittery spot,</p>
+<p class="i2">It must be done;</p>
+<p>Twiddleum twaddleum,</p>
+<p class="i2">Twenty-one.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page155" id="page155"></a>[page 155]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Hink spink, the puddings stink,</p>
+<p class="i2">The fat begins to fry,</p>
+<p>Nobody at home, but jumping Joan,</p>
+<p class="i2">Father, mother, and I.</p>
+<p>Stick, stock, stone dead,</p>
+<p class="i2">Blind man can't see,</p>
+<p>Every knave will have a slave,</p>
+<p class="i2">You or I must be he.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Who</b></span> goes round my house this night?</p>
+<p class="i2">None but cruel Tom!</p>
+<p>Who steals all the sheep at night?</p>
+<p class="i2">None but this poor one.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Dance</b></span>, Thumbkin, dance,</p>
+<p class="i6">[<i>Keep the thumb in motion.</i></p>
+<p>Dance, ye merrymen, every one:</p>
+<p class="i6">[<i>All the fingers in motion.</i></p>
+<p>For Thumbkin, he can dance alone,</p>
+<p class="i6">[<i>The thumb only moving</i>.</p>
+<p>Thumbkin, he can dance alone,</p>
+<p class="i6">[<i>Ditto.</i></p>
+<p>Dance, Foreman, dance,</p>
+<p class="i6">[<i>The first finger moving.</i></p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page156" id="page156"></a>[page 156]</span>
+<p>Dance, ye merrymen, every one;</p>
+<p class="i6">[<i>The whole moving.</i></p>
+<p>But Foreman, he can dance alone,</p>
+<p>Foreman, he can dance alone.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[and So on With the Others&mdash;naming the 2d Finger Longman&mdash;the 3d
+Finger Ringman&mdash;and the 4th Finger Littleman. Littleman Cannot Dance
+Alone.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following is used by schoolboys, when two are starting to run a race.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span> to make ready,</p>
+<p class="i2">And two to prepare;</p>
+<p>Good luck to the rider,</p>
+<p class="i2">And away goes the mare.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Gay</b></span> go up and gay go down,</p>
+<p class="i2">To ring the bells of London town.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Bull's eyes and targets,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Brickbats and tiles,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Giles'.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Halfpence and farthings,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Martin's.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Oranges and lemons,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Clement's.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page157" id="page157"></a>[page 157]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Pancakes and fritters,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Peter's.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Two sticks and an apple,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells at Whitechapel.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Old Father Baldpate,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the slow bells at Aldgate.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">You owe me ten shillings,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells at St. Helen's.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Pokers and tongs,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells at St. John's.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Kettles and pans,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells at St. Ann's.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">When will you pay me?</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells at Old Bailey.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">When I grow rich,</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells at Shoreditch.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">Pray when will that be?</p>
+<p class="i2">Say the bells of Stepney.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">I am sure I don't know,</p>
+<p class="i2">Says the great bell at Bow.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Here comes a candle to light you to bed,</p>
+<p>And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page158" id="page158"></a>[page 158]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Buff</b></span> says Buff to all his men,</p>
+<p>And I say Buff to you again;</p>
+<p>Buff neither laughs nor smiles,</p>
+<p>But carries his face</p>
+<p>With a very good grace,</p>
+<p>And passes the stick to the very next place!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Game with the hands.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pease-pudding</b></span> hot,</p>
+<p class="i2">Pease-pudding cold,</p>
+<p>Pease-pudding in the pot,</p>
+<p class="i2">Nine days old.</p>
+<p>Some like it hot,</p>
+<p class="i2">Some like it cold,</p>
+<p>Some like it in the pot,</p>
+<p class="i2">Nine days old.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Awake</b></span>, arise, pull out your eyes,</p>
+<p class="i2">And <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'here'">hear</ins> what time of day;</p>
+<p>And when you have done, pull out your tongue,</p>
+<p class="i2">And see what you can say.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page159" id="page159"></a>[page 159]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXV.</h3>
+
+<h3>GAME OF THE GIPSY.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[One child is selected for Gipsy, one for Mother, and one for Daughter
+Sue. The Mother says,&mdash;</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I charge</b></span> my daughters every one</p>
+<p>To keep good house while I am gone.</p>
+<p>You and <i>you</i> (<i>points</i>) but specially <i>you</i>,</p>
+<p>[<i>Or sometimes</i>, but specially <i>Sue</i>.]</p>
+<p>Or else I'll beat you black and blue.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">
+[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[This game begins thus: Take this&mdash;What's this?&mdash;A gaping, wide-mouthed,
+waddling frog, &amp;c.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Twelve</b></span> huntsmen with horns and hounds,</p>
+<p>Hunting over other men's grounds!</p>
+<p>Eleven ships sailing o'er the main,</p>
+<p>Some bound for France and some for Spain:</p>
+<p>I wish them all safe home again:</p>
+<p>Ten comets in the sky,</p>
+<p>Some low and some high;</p>
+<p>Nine peacocks in the air,</p>
+<p>I wonder how they all came there,</p>
+<p>I do not know and I do not care;</p>
+<p>Eight joiners in joiner's hall,</p>
+<p>Working with the tools and all;</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page160" id="page160"></a>[page 160]</span>
+<p>Seven lobsters in a dish,</p>
+<p>As fresh as any heart could wish;</p>
+<p>Six beetles against the wall,</p>
+<p>Close by an old woman's apple stall;</p>
+<p>Five puppies of our dog Ball,</p>
+<p>Who daily for their breakfast call;</p>
+<p>Four horses stuck in a bog,</p>
+<p>Three monkeys tied to a clog;</p>
+<p>Two pudding-ends would choke a dog.</p>
+<p>With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>a.</b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="sc"><b>Draw</b></span> a pail of water,</p>
+<p class="i4">For my lady's daughter;</p>
+<p class="i4">My father's a king, and my mother's a queen,</p>
+<p class="i4">My two little sisters are dress'd in green,</p>
+<p class="i4">Stamping grass and parsley,</p>
+<p class="i4">Marigold leaves and daisies.</p>
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>b.</b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;One rush, two rush,</p>
+<p class="i4">Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page161" id="page161"></a>[page 161]</span>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is usually found
+by itself in the small books of children's rhymes.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Sieve</b></span> my lady's oatmeal,</p>
+<p class="i2">Grind my lady's flour,</p>
+<p>Put it in a chesnut,</p>
+<p class="i2">Let it stand an hour;</p>
+<p>One may rush, two may rush,</p>
+<p>Come, my girls, walk under the bush.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCLXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Queen Anne</b></span>, queen Anne, you sit in the sun,</p>
+<p>As fair as a lily, as white as a wand.</p>
+<p>I send you three letters, and pray read one,</p>
+<p>You must read one, if you can't read all,</p>
+<p>So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> were three jovial Welshmen,</p>
+<p class="i2">As I have heard them say,</p>
+<p>And they would go a-hunting</p>
+<p class="i2">Upon St. David's day.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>All the day they hunted,</p>
+<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p>
+<p>But a ship a-sailing,</p>
+<p class="i2">A-sailing with the wind.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page162" id="page162"></a>[page 162]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>One said it was a ship,</p>
+<p class="i2">The other he said, nay;</p>
+<p>The third said it was a house,</p>
+<p class="i2">With the chimney blown away.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And all the night they hunted,</p>
+<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p>
+<p>But the moon a-gliding,</p>
+<p class="i2">A-gliding with the wind.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>One said it was the moon,</p>
+<p class="i2">The other he said, nay;</p>
+<p>The third said it was a cheese,</p>
+<p class="i2">And half o't cut away.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And all the day they hunted,</p>
+<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p>
+<p>But a hedgehog in a bramble bush,</p>
+<p class="i2">And that they left behind.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The first said it was a hedgehog,</p>
+<p class="i2">The second he said, nay;</p>
+<p>The third it was a pincushion,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the pins stuck in wrong way.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And all the night they hunted,</p>
+<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p>
+<p>But a hare in a turnip field,</p>
+<p class="i2">And that they left behind.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page163" id="page163"></a>[page 163]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The first said it was a hare,</p>
+<p class="i2">The second he said, nay;</p>
+<p>The third said it was a calf,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the cow had run away.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And all the day they hunted,</p>
+<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p>
+<p>But an owl in a holly tree,</p>
+<p class="i2">And that they left behind.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>One said it was an owl,</p>
+<p class="i2">The other he said, nay;</p>
+<p>The third said 'twas an old man,</p>
+<p class="i2">And his beard growing grey.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXCI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Is</b></span> John Smith within?&mdash;</p>
+<p>Yes, that he is.</p>
+<p>Can he set a shoe?&mdash;</p>
+<p>Ay, marry, two,</p>
+<p>Here a nail, there a nail,</p>
+<p>Tick, tack, too.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXCII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Margery</b></span> Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep,</p>
+<p>They met together in Grace-church Street;</p>
+<p>In and out, in and out, over the way,</p>
+<p>Oh! says Johnny, 'tis chop-nose day.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page164" id="page164"></a>[page 164]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXCIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Intery</b></span>, mintery, cutery-corn,</p>
+<p>Apple seed and apple thorn;</p>
+<p>Wine, brier, limber-lock,</p>
+<p>Five geese in a flock,</p>
+<p>Sit and sing by a spring,</p>
+<p><span class="sc">O-u-t</span>, and in again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXCIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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 <i>v</i>. Clatter.']</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>A duck</b></span> and a drake,</p>
+<p class="i4">A nice barley-cake,</p>
+<p>With a penny to pay the old baker;</p>
+<p class="i4">A hop and a scotch,</p>
+<p class="i4">Is another notch,</p>
+<p>Slitherum, slatherum, take her.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXCV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span>, Saw, Margery Daw,</p>
+<p>Sold her bed and lay upon straw;</p>
+<p>Was not she a dirty slut,</p>
+<p>To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page165" id="page165"></a>[page 165]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXCVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span>, saw, Margery Daw,</p>
+<p class="i2">Little Jackey shall have a new master;</p>
+<p>Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day,</p>
+<p class="i2">Because he can't work any faster.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXCVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>1. &nbsp;&nbsp;I am</b></span> a gold lock.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a gold key.</p>
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a silver lock.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a silver key.</p>
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a brass lock.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a brass key.</p>
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a lead lock.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a lead key.</p>
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a monk lock.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I am a monk key!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCXCVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span> a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</p>
+<p>To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse;</p>
+<p>It trots behind, and it ambles before,</p>
+<p>And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page166" id="page166"></a>[page 166]</span>
+
+<h3>CCXCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span> a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</p>
+<p class="i2">To see what Tommy can buy;</p>
+<p>A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,</p>
+<p class="i2">And a twopenny apple-pie.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack</b></span> be nimble,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Jack be quick:</p>
+<p>And Jack jump over</p>
+<p class="i2">The candle-stick.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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, &amp;c.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Weave</b></span> the diaper tick-a-tick tick,</p>
+<p>Weave the diaper tick&mdash;</p>
+<p>Come this way, come that</p>
+<p>As close as a mat,</p>
+<p>Athwart and across, up and down, round about,</p>
+<p>And forwards, and backwards, and inside, and out;</p>
+<p>Weave the diaper thick-a-thick thick,</p>
+<p>Weave the diaper thick!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page167" id="page167"></a>[page 167]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Used in Somersetshire in counting out the game of pee-wip or pee wit.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>One-ery</b></span>, two-ery, hickary, hum,</p>
+<p>Fillison, follison, Nicholson, John,</p>
+<p>Quever, quauver, Irish Mary,</p>
+<p>Stenkarum, stankarum, buck!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Whoop</b></span>, whoop, and hollow,</p>
+<p>Good dogs won't follow,</p>
+<p>Without the hare cries "pee wit."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tom</b></span> Brown's two little Indian boys,</p>
+<p class="i2">One ran away,</p>
+<p class="i2">The other wouldn't stay,&mdash;</p>
+<p>Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> were two blackbirds,</p>
+<p class="i4">Sitting on a hill,</p>
+<p>The one nam'd Jack,</p>
+<p class="i4">The other nam'd Jill;</p>
+<p class="i2">Fly away Jack!</p>
+<p class="i2">Fly away Jill!</p>
+<p class="i2">Come again Jack!</p>
+<p class="i2">Come again Jill!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page168" id="page168"></a>[page 168]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tip</b></span>, top, tower,</p>
+<p>Tumble down in an hour.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>1.</b> <span class="sc"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;I went</b></span> up one pair of stairs.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;Just like me.</p>
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I went up two pair of stairs.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;Just like me.</p>
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I went into a room.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;Just like me.</p>
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;I looked out of a window.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;Just like me.</p>
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;And there I saw a monkey.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;Just like me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Number</b></span> number nine, this hoop's mine;</p>
+<p>Number number ten, take it back again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> goes my lord</p>
+<p>A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,</p>
+<p class="i2">Here goes my lady</p>
+<p>A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page169" id="page169"></a>[page 169]</span>
+<p class="i4">Here goes my young master</p>
+<p class="i2">Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch:</p>
+<p class="i4">Here goes my young miss,</p>
+<p class="i2">An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!</p>
+<p>The footman lays behind to tipple ale and wine,</p>
+<p>And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCX.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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."]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Green</b></span> cheese, yellow laces,</p>
+<p>Up and down the market-places,</p>
+<p class="i2">Turn, cheeses, turn!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market ride the gentlemen,</p>
+<p class="i2">So do we, so do we;</p>
+<p>Then comes the country clown,</p>
+<p class="i2">Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;</p>
+<p>First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim;</p>
+<p>Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;</p>
+<p>Then comes the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page170" id="page170"></a>[page 170]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span> a cock-horse to Coventry-cross;</p>
+<p class="i2">To see what Emma can buy;</p>
+<p>A penny white cake I'll buy for her sake,</p>
+<p class="i2">And a twopenny tart or a pie.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span> a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</p>
+<p>To see an old lady upon a white horse,</p>
+<p>Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,</p>
+<p>And so she makes music wherever she goes.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Song set to five toes.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="sc"><b>Let</b></span> us go to the wood, says this pig;</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;What to do there? says that pig;</p>
+<p><b>3.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;To look for my mother, says this pig;</p>
+<p><b>4.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;What to do with her? says that pig;</p>
+<p><b>5.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;Kiss her to death, says this pig.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ring</b></span> me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3),</p>
+<p>As I go round (4), ring by ring (5),</p>
+<p>A virgin (6) goes a maying (7),</p>
+<p>Here's a flower (8), and there's a flower (9),</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page171" id="page171"></a>[page 171]</span>
+<p>Growing in my lady's garden (10),</p>
+<p>If you set your foot awry (11),</p>
+<p>Gentle John will make you cry (12),</p>
+<p>If you set your foot amiss (13),</p>
+<p>Gentle John (14) will give you a kiss.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The child upon whom (14) falls is then taken out, and forced to select
+one of the other sex. The middle child then proceeds.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> [lady or gentleman] is none of ours,</p>
+<p>Has put [him or her] self in [the selected child's] power,</p>
+<p>So clap all hands, and ring all bells, and make the wedding o'er.</p>
+<p class="i36">[<i>All clap hands.</i>]</p>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<h3>CCCXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>"Two</b></span> broken tradesmen,</p>
+<p class="i2">Newly come over,</p>
+<p>The one from France and Scotland,</p>
+<p class="i2">The other from Dover."</p>
+<p>"What's your trade?"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page172" id="page172"></a>[page 172]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Clap</b></span> hands, clap hands,</p>
+<p class="i2">Hie Tommy Randy,</p>
+<p>Did you see my good man?</p>
+<p class="i2">They call him Cock-a-bandy.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Silken Stockings on his legs,</p>
+<p class="i2">Silver buckles glancin',</p>
+<p>A sky-blue bonnet on his head,</p>
+<p class="i2">And oh, but he is handsome.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A song set to five fingers.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> pig went to market;</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;This pig staid at home;</p>
+<p><b>3.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;This pig had a bit of meat;</p>
+<p><b>4.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;And this pig had none;</p>
+<p><b>5.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;This pig said, Wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXIX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Children hunting bats.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bat</b></span>, bat, (<i>clap hands</i>,)</p>
+<p>Come under my hat,</p>
+<p class="i2">And I'll give you a slice of bacon;</p>
+<p>And when I bake,</p>
+<p>I'll give you a cake,</p>
+<p class="i2">If I am not mistaken.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page173" id="page173"></a>[page 173]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A game at ball.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Cuckoo</b></span>, cherry tree,</p>
+<p>Catch a bird, and give it to me;</p>
+<p>Let the tree be high or low,</p>
+<p>Let it hail, rain, or snow.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Two of the strongest children are selected, <span class="sc">a</span> and <span class="sc">b</span>; <span class="sc">a</span> stands within a
+ring of the children, <span class="sc">b</span> being outside.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>a.</b></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="sc"><b>Who</b></span> is going round my sheepfold?</p>
+<p><span class="sc"><b>b.</b></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;Only poor old Jacky Lingo.</p>
+<p><span class="sc"><b>a.</b></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;Don't steal any of my black sheep.</p>
+<p><span class="sc"><b>b.</b></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;No, no more I will, only by one,</p>
+<p class="i2"> &nbsp;&nbsp;Up, says Jacky Lingo. (<i>Strikes one.</i>)</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The child struck leaves the ring, and takes hold of <span class="sc">b</span> behind; <span class="sc">b</span> 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; <span class="sc">a</span> then
+tries to get them back; <span class="sc">b</span> runs away with them; they try to shelter themselves
+behind <span class="sc">b</span>; <span class="sc">a</span> drags them off, one by one, setting them against a wall,
+until he has recovered all. A regular tearing game, as children say.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i10"><span class="sc"><b>Highty</b></span> cock O!</p>
+<p class="i10">To London we go,</p>
+<p class="i10">To York we ride;</p>
+<p>And Edward has pussy-cat tied to his side;</p>
+<p>He shall have little dog tied to the other,</p>
+<p>And then he goes trid trod to see his grandmother.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page174" id="page174"></a>[page 174]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> is the key of the kingdom.</p>
+<p>In that kingdom there is a city.</p>
+<p>In that city there is a town.</p>
+<p>In that town there is a street.</p>
+<p>In that street there is a lane.</p>
+<p>In that lane there is a yard.</p>
+<p>In that yard there is a house.</p>
+<p>In that house there is a room.</p>
+<p>In that room there is a bed.</p>
+<p>On that bed there is a basket.</p>
+<p>In that basket there are some flowers.</p>
+<p>Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, &amp;c. &amp;c.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[Children stand round, and are counted one by one, by means of this
+rhyme. The child upon whom the last number falls is <i>out</i>, 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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickory</b></span> (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3),</p>
+<p>The mouse ran up the clock (4),</p>
+<p>The clock struck one (5),</p>
+<p>The mouse was gone (6);</p>
+<p><span class="sc">O (7), u (8), t</span> (9), spells <span class="sc">OUT</span>!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page175" id="page175"></a>[page 175]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span> old Oxford ox opening oysters;</p>
+<p>Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tadbury;</p>
+<p>Three tall tigers tippling tenpenny tea;</p>
+<p>Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;</p>
+<p>Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;</p>
+<p>Six sportsmen shooting snipes;</p>
+<p>Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;</p>
+<p>Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;</p>
+<p>Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;</p>
+<p>Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinderboxes with ten tenpenny tacks;</p>
+<p>Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;</p>
+<p>Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following lines are sung by children when starting for a race.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Good</b></span> horses, bad horses,</p>
+<p class="i2">What is the time of day?</p>
+<p>Three o'clock, four o'clock,</p>
+<p class="i2">Now fare you away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page176" id="page176"></a>[page 176]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>See-saw</b></span>, jack a daw,</p>
+<p>What is a craw to do wi' her?</p>
+<p>She has not a stocking to put on her,</p>
+<p>And the craw has not one for to gi' her.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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&mdash;if
+possible.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>How</b></span> many miles is it to Babylon?&mdash;</p>
+<p>Threescore miles and ten.</p>
+<p>Can I get there by candle-light?&mdash;</p>
+<p>Yes, and back again!</p>
+<p>If your heels are nimble and light,</p>
+<p>You may get there by candle-light.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Clap</b></span> hands, clap hands!</p>
+<p class="i2">Till father comes home;</p>
+<p>For father's got money,</p>
+<p class="i2">But mother's got none.</p>
+<p class="i6">Clap hands, &amp;c.</p>
+<p class="i8">Till father, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page177" id="page177"></a>[page 177]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>See-saw</b></span> sacradown,</p>
+<p>Which is the way to London town?</p>
+<p>One foot up, and the other down,</p>
+<p>And that is the way to London town.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> stands a post,</p>
+<p>Who put it there?</p>
+<p>A better man than you;</p>
+<p>Touch it if you dare!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A stands with a row of girls (her daughters) behind her; B, a suitor,
+advances.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>b.</b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="sc"><b>Trip</b></span> trap over the grass: If you please will you let one of your [eldest] daughters come,</p>
+<p class="i4">Come and dance with me?</p>
+<p class="i4">I will give you pots and pans, I will give you brass,</p>
+<p class="i4">I will give you anything for a pretty lass.</p>
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>a.</b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp; says, "No."</p>
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>b.</b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp; I will give you gold and silver, I will give you pearl,</p>
+<p class="i4">I will give you anything for a pretty girl.</p>
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>a.</b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp; Take one, take one, the fairest you may see.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page178" id="page178"></a>[page 178]</span>
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>b.</b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp; The fairest one that I can see</p>
+<p class="i4">Is pretty Nancy,&mdash;come to me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="center1">[B carries one off, and says:]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">You shall have a duck, my dear,</p>
+<p class="i2">And you shall have a drake,</p>
+<p class="i2">And you shall have a young man apprentice for your sake.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="center1">[Children say:]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>If this young man should happen to die,</p>
+<p class="i2">And leave this poor woman a widow,</p>
+<p>The bells shall all ring, and the birds shall all sing,</p>
+<p class="i2">And we'll all clap hands together.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="center1">[So it is repeated until the whole are taken.]
+</p>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The "Three Knights of Spain" is a game played in nearly the same
+manner as the preceding. The <i>dramatis person&aelig;</i> 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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<h5><i>Suitors.</i></h5>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>We</b></span> are three brethren out of Spain,</p>
+<p>Come to court your daughter Jane.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h5><i>Mother.</i></h5>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>My daughter Jane she is too young,</p>
+<p>And has not learned her mother tongue.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page179" id="page179"></a>[page 179]</span>
+
+<h5><i>Suitors.</i></h5>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>Be she young, or be she old,</p>
+<p>For her beauty she must be sold.</p>
+<p>So fare you well, my lady gay,</p>
+<p>We'll call again another day.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h5><i>Mother.</i></h5>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,</p>
+<p>And rub thy spurs till they be bright.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h5><i>Suitors.</i></h5>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>Of my spurs take you no thought,</p>
+<p>For in this town they were not bought,</p>
+<p>So fare you well, my lady gay,</p>
+<p>We'll call again another day.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h5><i>Mother.</i></h5>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,</p>
+<p>And take the fairest in your sight.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h5><i>Suitor.</i></h5>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>The fairest maid that I can see,</p>
+<p>Is pretty Nancy,&mdash;come to me.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Here comes your daughter safe and sound,</p>
+<p>Every pocket with a thousand pound;</p>
+<p>Every finger with a gay gold ring;</p>
+<p>Please to take your daughter in.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page180" id="page180"></a>[page 180]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A game on the slate.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Eggs</b></span>, butter, bread,</p>
+<p>Stick, stock, stone dead!</p>
+<p>Stick him up, stick him down,</p>
+<p>Stick him in the old man's crown!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father was a Frenchman,</p>
+<p class="i2">He bought for me a fiddle,</p>
+<p>He cut me here, he cut me here,</p>
+<p class="i2">He cut me right in the middle.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Patting the foot on the five toes.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Shoe</b></span> the colt, shoe!</p>
+<p class="i2">Shoe the wild mare;</p>
+<p>Put a sack on her back,</p>
+<p class="i2">See if she'll bear.</p>
+<p>If she'll bear,</p>
+<p class="i2">We'll give her some grains;</p>
+<p>If she won't bear,</p>
+<p class="i2">We'll dash out her brains!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page181" id="page181"></a>[page 181]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/029-860.jpg"><img src="images/029-430.jpg" alt="" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Game on a child's features.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> sits the Lord Mayor &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>forehead</i>.</p>
+<p class="i2">Here sit his two men&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>eyes</i>.</p>
+<p>Here sits the cock&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>right cheek</i>.</p>
+<p class="i2">Here sits the hen&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>left cheek</i>.</p>
+<p>Here sit the little chickens&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>tip of nose</i>.</p>
+<p class="i2">Here they run in&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>mouth</i>.</p>
+<p>Chinchopper, chinchopper,</p>
+<p class="i2">Chinchopper, chin!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>chuck the chin</i>.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page182" id="page182"></a>[page 182]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A play with the face. The child exclaims:]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ring</b></span> the bell!&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>giving a lock of its hair a pull.</i></p>
+<p>Knock at the door!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>tapping its forehead.</i></p>
+<p>Draw the latch!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>pulling up its nose.</i></p>
+<p>And walk in!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>opening its mouth and putting in its finger.</i></p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[An exercise during which the fingers of the child are enumerated.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Thumbikin</b></span>, Thumbikin, broke the barn,</p>
+<p>Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn.</p>
+<p>Long back'd Gray</p>
+<p>Carried it away.</p>
+<p>Old Mid-man sat and saw,</p>
+<p>But Peesy-weesy paid for a'.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> pig went to market,</p>
+<p class="i2">Squeak mouse, mouse, mousey;</p>
+<p>Shoe, shoe, shoe the wild colt,</p>
+<p class="i2">And here's my own doll, Dowsy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page183" id="page183"></a>[page 183]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXLI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[From Yorkshire. A game to alarm children.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Flowers</b></span>, flowers, high-do!</p>
+<p>Sheeny, greeny, rino!&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">Sheeny greeny,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sheeny greeny,</p>
+<p>Rum tum fra!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><b>1.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> pig went to the barn.</p>
+<p><b>2.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;This eat all the corn.</p>
+<p><b>3.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;This said he would tell.</p>
+<p><b>4.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;This said he wasn't well.</p>
+<p><b>5.</b> &nbsp;&nbsp;This went week, week, week, over the door sill.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXLIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> comes a poor woman from baby-land,</p>
+<p>With three small children in her hand:</p>
+<p>One can brew, the other can bake,</p>
+<p>The other can make a pretty round cake.</p>
+<p>One can sit in the garden and spin,</p>
+<p>Another can make a fine bed for the king;</p>
+<p>Pray ma'am will you take one in?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page184" id="page184"></a>[page 184]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I can</b></span> make diet bread,</p>
+<p class="i2">Thick and thin;</p>
+<p>I can make diet bread,</p>
+<p class="i2">Fit for the king.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> we come a piping,</p>
+<p>First in spring, and then in May;</p>
+<p>The queen she sits upon the sand,</p>
+<p>Fair as a lily, white as a wand:</p>
+<p>King John has sent you letters three,</p>
+<p>And begs you'll read them unto me.&mdash;</p>
+<p>We can't read one without them all,</p>
+<p>So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> first day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The second day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page185" id="page185"></a>[page 185]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The third day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The fourth day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The fifth day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Five gold rings,</p>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The sixth day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Six geese a laying,</p>
+<p>Five gold rings,</p>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page186" id="page186"></a>[page 186]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The seventh day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p>
+<p>Six geese a laying,</p>
+<p>Five gold rings,</p>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The eighth day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Eight maids a milking,</p>
+<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p>
+<p>Six geese a laying,</p>
+<p>Five gold rings,</p>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The ninth day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Nine drummers drumming,</p>
+<p>Eight maids a milking,</p>
+<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p>
+<p>Six geese a laying,</p>
+<p>Five gold rings,</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page187" id="page187"></a>[page 187]</span>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The tenth day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Ten pipers piping,</p>
+<p>Nine drummers drumming,</p>
+<p>Eight maids a milking,</p>
+<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p>
+<p>Six geese a laying,</p>
+<p>Five gold rings,</p>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The eleventh day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Eleven ladies dancing,</p>
+<p>Ten pipers piping,</p>
+<p>Nine drummers drumming,</p>
+<p>Eight maids a milking,</p>
+<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p>
+<p>Six geese a laying,</p>
+<p>Five gold rings,</p>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page188" id="page188"></a>[page 188]</span>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The twelfth day of Christmas,</p>
+<p>My true love sent to me</p>
+<p>Twelve lords a leaping,</p>
+<p>Eleven ladies dancing,</p>
+<p>Ten pipers piping,</p>
+<p>Nine drummers drumming,</p>
+<p>Eight maids a milking,</p>
+<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p>
+<p>Six geese a laying,</p>
+<p>Five gold rings,</p>
+<p>Four colly birds,</p>
+<p>Three French hens,</p>
+<p>Two turtle doves, and</p>
+<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note">[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, &amp;c. pleases on the same
+principle.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<h3>CCCXLVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A game on the fingers.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Heetum</b></span> peetum penny pie,</p>
+<p>Populorum gingum gie;</p>
+<p>East, West, North, South,</p>
+<p>Kirby, Kendal, Cock him out!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page189" id="page189"></a>[page 189]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXLVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A game-rhyme.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Trip</b></span> and go, heave and hoe,</p>
+<p>Up and down, to and fro;</p>
+<p>From the town to the grove</p>
+<p>Two and two let us rove,</p>
+<p>A-maying, a-playing;</p>
+<p>Love hath no gainsaying;</p>
+<p>So merrily trip and go,</p>
+<p>So merrily trip and go!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> is the way the ladies ride;</p>
+<p class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tree,</p>
+<p class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tree!</p>
+<p>This is the way the ladies ride,</p>
+<p class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>This is the way the gentlemen ride;</p>
+<p class="i4">Gallop-a-trot,</p>
+<p class="i4">Gallop-a-trot!</p>
+<p>This is the way the gentlemen ride,</p>
+<p class="i4">Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>This is the way the farmers ride;</p>
+<p class="i4">Hobbledy-hoy,</p>
+<p class="i4">Hobbledy-hoy!</p>
+<p>This is the way the farmers ride,</p>
+<p class="i4">Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page190" id="page190"></a>[page 190]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man, and his name was Dob,</p>
+<p>And he had a wife, and her name was Mob,</p>
+<p>And he had a dog, and he called it Cob,</p>
+<p>And she had a cat, called Chitterabob.</p>
+<p class="i8">Cob, says Dob,</p>
+<p class="i8">Chitterabob, says Mob,</p>
+<p class="i8">Cob was Dob's dog,</p>
+<p class="i8">Chitterabob Mob's cat.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Two children sit opposite to each other; the first turns her fingers one
+over the other, and says:]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>"May</b></span> my geese fly over your barn?"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="center1">[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:]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>"Fly over his barn and eat all his corn."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Now</b></span> we dance looby, looby, looby,</p>
+<p>Now we dance looby, looby, light,</p>
+<p>Shake your right hand a little</p>
+<p>And turn you round about.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now we dance looby, looby, looby,</p>
+<p>Shake your right hand a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your left hand a little,</p>
+<p>And turn you round about.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page191" id="page191"></a>[page 191]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now we dance looby, looby, looby,</p>
+<p>Shake your right hand a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your left hand a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your right foot a little,</p>
+<p>And turn you round about.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now we dance looby, looby, looby,</p>
+<p>Shake your right hand a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your left hand a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your right foot a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your left foot a little,</p>
+<p>And turn you round about.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now we dance looby, looby, looby,</p>
+<p>Shake your right hand a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your left hand a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your right foot a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your left foot a little,</p>
+<p>Shake your head a little,</p>
+<p>And turn you round about.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="center1">[Children dance round first, then stop and shake the hand, &amp;c. then turn
+slowly round, and then dance in a ring again.]
+</p>
+
+<h3>CCCLIII.</h3>
+
+<h3>THE OLD DAME.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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:]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><i>Children.</i> To Beccles! to Beccles!</p>
+<p class="i8">  To buy a bunch of nettles!</p>
+<p class="i8">  Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock?</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page192" id="page192"></a>[page 192]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p><i>Dame.</i> One, going for two.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p><i>Children.</i> To Beccles! to Beccles!</p>
+<p class="i8">  To buy a bunch of nettles!</p>
+<p class="i8">  Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p><i>Dame.</i> Two, going for three.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[And so on till she reaches, "Eleven going for twelve." After this the
+following questions are asked, with the replies.&mdash;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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<h3>CCCLIV.</h3>
+
+<h3>DROP-GLOVE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Children stand round in a circle, leaving a space between each. One
+walks round the outside, and carries a glove in her hand, saying:]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I've</b></span> a glove in my hand,</p>
+<p class="i16">Hittity Hot!</p>
+<p>Another in my other hand,</p>
+<p class="i16">Hotter than that!</p>
+<p>So I sow beans, and so they come up,</p>
+<p>Some in a mug, and some in a cup.</p>
+<p>I sent a letter to my love,</p>
+<p>I lost it, I lost it!</p>
+<p>I found it, I found it!</p>
+<p>It burns, it scalds.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page193" id="page193"></a>[page 193]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Eye</b></span> winker,</p>
+<p>Tom Tinker,</p>
+<p class="i6">Nose dropper.</p>
+<p>Mouth eater,</p>
+<p>Chin chopper,</p>
+<p class="i2">Chin chopper.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Thumb</b></span> bold,</p>
+<p>Thibity-thold,</p>
+<p>Langman,</p>
+<p>Lick pan,</p>
+<p>Mama's little man.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A game of the fox.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Fox</b></span> a fox, a brummalary,</p>
+<p class="i4">How many miles to Lummaflary? Lummabary.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eight and eight, and a hundred and eight.</p>
+<p class="i4">How shall I get home to night?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Spin your legs, and run fast.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page194" id="page194"></a>[page 194]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/030-1000.jpg"><img src="images/030-500.jpg" alt="" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>CCCLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> come I,</p>
+<p class="i2">Little David Doubt;</p>
+<p>If you don't give me money,</p>
+<p class="i2">I'll sweep you all out.</p>
+<p>Money I want,</p>
+<p class="i2">And money I crave;</p>
+<p>If you don't give me money,</p>
+<p class="i2">I'll sweep you all to the grave!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page195" id="page195"></a>[page 195]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLIX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following lines are said by the nurse when moving the child's foot
+up and down.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> dog of the kill,*</p>
+<p>He went to the mill</p>
+<p class="i2">To lick mill-dust:</p>
+<p>The miller he came</p>
+<p>With a stick on his back,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">Home, dog, home!</p>
+<p>The foot behind,</p>
+<p class="i2">The foot before:</p>
+<p>When he came to a stile,</p>
+<p class="i2">Thus he jumped o'er.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote1">* That is, kiln.
+</p>
+
+<h3>CCCLX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following lines are repeated by the nurse when sliding her hand
+down the child's face.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> mother and your mother</p>
+<p class="i2">Went over the way;</p>
+<p>Said my mother to your mother,</p>
+<p class="i2">It's chop-a-nose day!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page196" id="page196"></a>[page 196]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i209-fancy_rule.png" width="158" height="30" alt="" border="0" /></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/031-1000.jpg"><img src="images/031-500.jpg" alt="Eleventh Class--Paradoxes" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>ELEVENTH CLASS&mdash;PARADOXES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following is quoted in Parkin's reply to Dr. Stukeley's second number
+of 'Origines Roystonian&aelig;,' 4to, London, 1748, p. vi.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/031-cap_p-30.png" width="30" height="55"  hspace="1" alt="P" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4">eter White will ne'er go right,</p>
+<p class="i4">Would you know the reason why?</p>
+<p>He follows his nose where'er he goes,</p>
+<p class="i2">And that stands all awry.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>O that</b></span> I was where I would be,</p>
+<p>Then would I be where I am not!</p>
+<p>But where I am must be,</p>
+<p>And where I would be I cannot.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page197" id="page197"></a>[page 197]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> children sliding on the ice</p>
+<p class="i2">Upon a summer's day,</p>
+<p>As it fell out, they all fell in,</p>
+<p class="i2">The rest they ran away.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now had these children been at home,</p>
+<p class="i2">Or sliding on dry ground,</p>
+<p>Ten thousand pounds to one penny,</p>
+<p class="i2">They had not all been drown'd.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>You parents all that children have,</p>
+<p class="i2">And you that have got none,</p>
+<p>If you would have them safe abroad,</p>
+<p class="i2">Pray keep them safe at home.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man of Newington,</p>
+<p class="i2">And he was wond'rous wise,</p>
+<p>He jump'd into a quickset hedge,</p>
+<p class="i2">And scratch'd out both his eyes:</p>
+<p>But when he saw his eyes were out,</p>
+<p class="i2">With all his might and main,</p>
+<p>He jump'd into another hedge,</p>
+<p class="i2">And scratch'd 'em in again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page198" id="page198"></a>[page 198]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Up</b></span> stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,</p>
+<p>There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger;</p>
+<p>Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack,</p>
+<p>A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I would</b></span> if I cou'd,</p>
+<p>If I cou'dn't, how cou'd I?</p>
+<p>I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I?</p>
+<p>Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?</p>
+<p>Cou'd ye, cou'd ye?</p>
+<p>Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> all the world was apple-pie,</p>
+<p class="i2">And all the sea was ink,</p>
+<p>And all the trees were bread and cheese,</p>
+<p class="i2">What should we have for drink?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tobacco</b></span> wick! tobacco wick!</p>
+<p>When you're well, 'twill make you sick:</p>
+<p>Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!</p>
+<p>'Twill make you well when you are sick.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page199" id="page199"></a>[page 199]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLXIX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following occurs in a MS. of the seventeenth century, in the Sloane
+Collection, the reference to which I have mislaid.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> man in the wilderness asked me,</p>
+<p>How many strawberries grew in the sea?</p>
+<p>I answered him, as I thought good,</p>
+<p>As many as red herrings grew in the wood.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The conclusion of the following resembles a verse in the nursery history of
+Mother Hubbard.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman, and what do you think?</p>
+<p>She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:</p>
+<p>Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;</p>
+<p>This tiresome old woman could never be quiet.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,</p>
+<p>And when she came home her old husband was dead;</p>
+<p>She went to the clerk to toll the bell,</p>
+<p>And when she came back her old husband was well.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page200" id="page200"></a>[page 200]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> am I, little jumping Joan;</p>
+<p>When nobody's with me,</p>
+<p>I'm always alone.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman had nothing,</p>
+<p class="i2">And there came thieves to rob her;</p>
+<p>When she cried out she made no noise,</p>
+<p class="i2">But all the country heard her.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little Guinea-pig,</p>
+<p>Who, being little, was not big;</p>
+<p>He always walked upon his feet,</p>
+<p>And never fasted when he eat.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When from a place he ran away,</p>
+<p>He never at that place did stay;</p>
+<p>And while he ran, as I am told,</p>
+<p>He ne'er stood still for young or old.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,</p>
+<p>And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;</p>
+<p>Though ne'er instructed by a cat,</p>
+<p>He knew a mouse was not a rat.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page201" id="page201"></a>[page 201]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>One day, as I am certified,</p>
+<p>He took a whim and fairly died;</p>
+<p>And, as I'm told by men of sense,</p>
+<p>He never has been living since.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Mind your punctuation!]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I saw</b></span> a peacock with a fiery tail,</p>
+<p>I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,</p>
+<p>I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,</p>
+<p>I saw an oak creep upon the ground,</p>
+<p>I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,</p>
+<p>I saw the sea brimful of ale,</p>
+<p>I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,</p>
+<p>I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,</p>
+<p>I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,</p>
+<p>I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,</p>
+<p>I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,</p>
+<p>I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> true love lives far from me,</p>
+<p class="i4">Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.</p>
+<p>Many a rich present he sends to me,</p>
+<p class="i4">Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,</p>
+<p class="i4">Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page202" id="page202"></a>[page 202]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He sent me a goose, without a bone;</p>
+<p>He sent me a cherry, without a stone.</p>
+<p class="i20">Petrum, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He sent me a Bible, no man could read;</p>
+<p>He sent me a blanket, without a thread.</p>
+<p class="i20">Petrum, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>How could there be a goose without a bone?</p>
+<p>How could there be a cherry without a stone?</p>
+<p class="i20">Petrum, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>How could there be a Bible no man could read?</p>
+<p>How could there be a blanket without a thread?</p>
+<p class="i20">Petrum, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;</p>
+<p>When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.</p>
+<p class="i20">Petrum, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read;</p>
+<p>When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread.</p>
+<p class="i20">Petrum, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page203" id="page203"></a>[page 203]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man and he was mad,</p>
+<p>And he jump'd into a pea-swad;*</p>
+<p>The pea-swad was over-full,</p>
+<p>So he jump'd into a roaring bull;</p>
+<p>The roaring bull was over-fat,</p>
+<p>So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;</p>
+<p>The gentleman's hat was over-fine,</p>
+<p>So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;</p>
+<p>The bottle of wine was over-dear,</p>
+<p>So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;</p>
+<p>The bottle of beer was over-thick,</p>
+<p>So he jump'd into a club-stick;</p>
+<p>The club-stick was over-narrow,</p>
+<p>So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;</p>
+<p>The wheel-barrow began to crack,</p>
+<p>So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;</p>
+<p>The hay-stack began to blaze,</p>
+<p>So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote1">* The pod or shell of a pea.
+</p>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I saw</b></span> a ship a-sailing,</p>
+<p class="i2">A-sailing on the sea;</p>
+<p>And, oh! it was all laden</p>
+<p class="i2">With pretty things for thee!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page204" id="page204"></a>[page 204]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>There were comfits in the cabin,</p>
+<p class="i2">And apples in the hold;</p>
+<p>The sails were made of silk,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the masts were made of gold:</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The four-and-twenty sailors,</p>
+<p class="i2">That stood between the decks,</p>
+<p>Were four-and-twenty white mice,</p>
+<p class="i2">With chains about their necks.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The captain was a duck,</p>
+<p class="i2">With a packet on his back;</p>
+<p>And when the ship began to move,</p>
+<p class="i2">The captain said, "Quack! quack!"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Barney</b></span> Bodkin broke his nose,</p>
+<p>Without feet we can't have toes;</p>
+<p>Crazy folks are always mad,</p>
+<p>Want of money makes us sad.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> a man who turnips cries</p>
+<p>Cries not when his father dies,</p>
+<p>It is a proof that he would rather</p>
+<p>Have a turnip than his father.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page205" id="page205"></a>[page 205]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/032-1000.jpg"><img src="images/032-500.jpg" alt="Twelfth Class--Lullabies" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>TWELFTH CLASS&mdash;LULLABIES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/032-cap_h-40.png" width="40" height="60" alt="H" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4">&nbsp;ushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,</p>
+<p class="i4">&nbsp;And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;</p>
+<p>Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,&mdash;</p>
+<p>Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page206" id="page206"></a>[page 206]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Dance</b></span>, little baby, dance up high,</p>
+<p>Never mind, baby, mother is by;</p>
+<p>Crow and caper, caper and crow,</p>
+<p>There, little baby, there you go;</p>
+<p>Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.</p>
+<p>Backwards and forwards, round and round;</p>
+<p>Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,</p>
+<p>With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,' fol., London,
+1611, p. 3.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market,</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy a plum bun:</p>
+<p>Home again, come again,</p>
+<p class="i2">Market is done.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Dance</b></span> to your daddy,</p>
+<p>My little babby,</p>
+<p>Dance to your daddy;</p>
+<p>My little lamb.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>You shall have a fishy,</p>
+<p>In a little dishy;</p>
+<p>You shall have a fishy</p>
+<p>When the boat comes in.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page207" id="page207"></a>[page 207]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tom</b></span> shall have a new bonnet,</p>
+<p>With blue ribbands to tie on it,</p>
+<p>With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,</p>
+<p>Who so like to Tommy's daddy?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bye</b></span>, baby bumpkin,</p>
+<p>Where's Tony Lumpkin?</p>
+<p>My lady's on her death-bed,</p>
+<p>With eating half a pumpkin.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[From 'The Pleasant Com&oelig;die of Patient Grissell,' 1603.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush</b></span>, hush, hush, hush!</p>
+<p>And I dance mine own child,</p>
+<p>And I dance mine own child,</p>
+<p>Hush, hush, hush, hush!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush</b></span> thee, my babby,</p>
+<p>Lie still with thy daddy,</p>
+<p class="i2">Thy mammy has gone to the mill,</p>
+<p>To grind thee some wheat,</p>
+<p>To make thee some meat,</p>
+<p class="i2">And so, my dear babby, lie still.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page208" id="page208"></a>[page 208]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span>, my kitten, my kitten,</p>
+<p class="i2">And hey, my kitten, my deary!</p>
+<p>Such a sweet pet as this</p>
+<p class="i2">Was neither far nor neary.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Here we go up, up, up,</p>
+<p class="i2">And here we go down, down, downy;</p>
+<p>And here we go backwards and forwards,</p>
+<p class="i2">And here we go round, round, roundy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCLXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I won't</b></span> be my father's Jack,</p>
+<p class="i2">I won't be my mother's Gill,</p>
+<p>I will be the fiddler's wife,</p>
+<p class="i2">And have music when I will.</p>
+<p class="i4">T'other little tune,</p>
+<p class="i4">T'other little tune,</p>
+<p class="i4">Pr'ythee, love, play me</p>
+<p class="i4">T'other little tune.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Danty</b></span> baby diddy,</p>
+<p>What can a mammy do wid'e,</p>
+<p class="i2">But sit in a lap,</p>
+<p class="i2">And give 'un a pap?</p>
+<p>Sing danty baby diddy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page209" id="page209"></a>[page 209]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXCI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Rock-a-bye</b></span>, baby, thy cradle is green;</p>
+<p>Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;</p>
+<p>And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;</p>
+<p>And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXCII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Bye</b></span>, O my baby!</p>
+<p class="i4">When I was a lady,</p>
+<p>O then my poor baby did'nt cry!</p>
+<p class="i4">But my baby is weeping,</p>
+<p class="i4">For want of good keeping,</p>
+<p>Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXCIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush-a-bye</b></span>, a ba lamb,</p>
+<p class="i2">Hush-a-bye a milk cow,</p>
+<p>You shall have a little stick</p>
+<p class="i2">To beat the naughty bow-wow.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXCIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush-a-bye</b></span>, baby, on the tree top,</p>
+<p>When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,</p>
+<p>When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,</p>
+<p>Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page210" id="page210"></a>[page 210]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXCV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span>, baby, ride,</p>
+<p class="i4">Pretty baby shall ride,</p>
+<p>And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,</p>
+<p>And little pussy-cat tied to the other,</p>
+<p>And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,</p>
+<p class="i4">To see her grandmother,</p>
+<p class="i4">To see her grandmother.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXCVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bye</b></span>, baby bunting,</p>
+<p>Daddy's gone a hunting,</p>
+<p>To get a little hare's skin</p>
+<p>To wrap a baby bunting in.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXCVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Give</b></span> me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,</p>
+<p class="i2">Why did they vex my baby?</p>
+<p>Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,</p>
+<p class="i2">And cuddle your nurse, my deary.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCXCVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,</p>
+<p>My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy;</p>
+<p>Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,</p>
+<p>Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page211" id="page211"></a>[page 211]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCXCIX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A favourite lullaby in the north of England fifty years ago, and perhaps
+still heard. The last word is pronounced <i>bee</i>.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush-a-bye</b></span>, lie still and sleep,</p>
+<p>It grieves me sore to see thee weep,</p>
+<p>For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,</p>
+<p>Hush-a-bye, lie still and <i>bye</i>.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCC.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[From <i>Yorkshire</i> and <i>Essex</i>. A nursery-cry.&mdash;It is also sometimes sung
+in the streets by boys who have small figures of wool, wood, or gypsum, &amp;c.
+of lambs to sell.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Young</b></span> Lambs to sell!</p>
+<p class="i4">Young Lambs to sell!</p>
+<p>If I'd as much money as I can tell,</p>
+<p>I never would cry&mdash;Young Lambs to sell!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[From <i>Yorkshire</i>. A nursery-cry.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Rabbit</b></span>, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!</p>
+<p>Come, my ladies, come and buy;</p>
+<p>Else your babies they will cry.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market,</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy a plum cake;</p>
+<p>Home again, home again,</p>
+<p class="i2">Ne'er a one baked;</p>
+<p>The baker is dead and all his men,</p>
+<p>And we must go to market again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page212" id="page212"></a>[page 212]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Rock</b></span> well my cradle,</p>
+<p class="i2">And "bee baa," my son;</p>
+<p>You shall have a new gown,</p>
+<p class="i2">When ye lord comes home.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh! still my child, Orange,</p>
+<p class="i2">Still him with a bell;</p>
+<p>I can't still him, ladie,</p>
+<p class="i2">Till you come down yoursell!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Where</b></span> was a sugar and fretty?</p>
+<p class="i2">And where was jewel and spicy?</p>
+<p>Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,</p>
+<p class="i2">And we'll go away in a tricy!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I'll</b></span> buy you a tartan bonnet,</p>
+<p>And some feathers to put on it,</p>
+<p>Tartan trews and a phillibeg,</p>
+<p>Because you are so like your daddy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/feathers.jpg" alt="coronet with three feathers" /></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page213" id="page213"></a>[page 213]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/033-1000.jpg"><img src="images/033-500.jpg" alt="Thirteenth Class--Jingles" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>THIRTEENTH CLASS&mdash;JINGLES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CCCCVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[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.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/033-cap_d-30.png" width="30" height="49" alt="D" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4">ing dong bell,</p>
+<p class="i4">Pussy's in the well!</p>
+<p>Who put her in?&mdash;</p>
+<p>Little Tommy Lin.</p>
+<p>Who pulled her out?&mdash;</p>
+<p>Dog with long snout.</p>
+<p>What a naughty boy was that</p>
+<p>To drown poor pussy-cat,</p>
+<p>Who never did any harm,</p>
+<p>But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page214" id="page214"></a>[page 214]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span> ding a ding, what shall I sing?</p>
+<p>How many holes in a skimmer?</p>
+<p>Four and twenty,&mdash;my stomach is empty;</p>
+<p>Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Cock</b></span> a doodle doo!</p>
+<p>My dame has lost her shoe;</p>
+<p>My master's lost his fiddling stick,</p>
+<p>And don't know what to do.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Cock a doodle doo!</p>
+<p>What is my dame to do?</p>
+<p>Till master finds his fiddling stick,</p>
+<p>She'll dance without her shoe.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Cock a doodle doo!</p>
+<p>My dame has lost her shoe,</p>
+<p>And master's found his fiddling stick,</p>
+<p>Sing doodle doodle doo!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Cock a doodle doo!</p>
+<p>My dame will dance with you,</p>
+<p>While master fiddles his fiddling stick.</p>
+<p>For dame and doodle doo.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page215" id="page215"></a>[page 215]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Cock a doodle doo!</p>
+<p>Dame has lost her shoe;</p>
+<p>Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,</p>
+<p>And can't tell what to do.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Diddledy</b></span>, diddledy, dumpty;</p>
+<p>The cat ran up the plum-tree.</p>
+<p class="i4">I'll lay you a crown</p>
+<p class="i4">I'll fetch you down;</p>
+<p>So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tee Wee,</p>
+<p>He went to sea</p>
+<p>In an open boat;</p>
+<p>And while afloat</p>
+<p>The little boat bended,</p>
+<p>And my story's ended.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Sing</b></span>, sing, what shall I sing?</p>
+<p>The cat has eat the pudding-string;</p>
+<p>Do, do, what shall I do?</p>
+<p>The cat has bit it quite in two.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page216" id="page216"></a>[page 216]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Handy</b></span> Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,</p>
+<p>Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;</p>
+<p>He bought some at a grocer's shop,</p>
+<p>And out he came, hop, hop, hop.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tiddle</b></span> liddle lightum,</p>
+<p class="i2">Pitch and tar;</p>
+<p>Tiddle liddle lightum,</p>
+<p class="i2">What's that for?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Sing</b></span> jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,</p>
+<p class="i2">The table and the frame;</p>
+<p>My master he did cudgel me</p>
+<p class="i2">For speaking of my dame.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Deedle</b></span>, deedle, dumpling, my son John</p>
+<p>Went to bed with his trowsers on;</p>
+<p>One shoe off, the other shoe on,</p>
+<p>Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page217" id="page217"></a>[page 217]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Dibbity</b></span>, dibbity, dibbity, doe.</p>
+<p>Give me a pancake</p>
+<p class="i4">And I'll go.</p>
+<p>Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, ditter,</p>
+<p>Please to give me</p>
+<p class="i4">A bit of a fritter.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Feedum</b></span>, fiddledum fee,</p>
+<p>The cat's got into the tree.</p>
+<p class="i2">Pussy, come down,</p>
+<p class="i2">Or I'll crack your crown,</p>
+<p>And toss you into the sea.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Jack a Dandy</p>
+<p class="i2">Wanted sugar-candy,</p>
+<p>And fairly for it cried;</p>
+<p class="i2">But little Billy Cook</p>
+<p class="i2">Who always reads his book,</p>
+<p>Shall have a horse to ride.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hyder</b></span> iddle diddle dell,</p>
+<p>A yard of pudding's not an ell;</p>
+<p>Not forgetting tweedle-dye,</p>
+<p>A tailor's goose will never fly.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page218" id="page218"></a>[page 218]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Gilly</b></span> Silly Jarter,</p>
+<p>Who has lost a garter?</p>
+<p class="i2">In a shower of rain,</p>
+<p>The miller found it,</p>
+<p>The miller ground it,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the miller gave it to Silly again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Hub</b></span> a dub dub,</p>
+<p class="i2">Three men in a tub;</p>
+<p>And who do you think they be?</p>
+<p class="i2">The butcher, the baker,</p>
+<p class="i2">The candlestick-maker;</p>
+<p>Turn 'em out, knaves all three!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span> diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,</p>
+<p>The merchants of London they wear scarlet;</p>
+<p>Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem,</p>
+<p>So merrily march the merchantmen.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Fiddle-de-dee</b></span>, fiddle-de-dee,</p>
+<p>The fly shall marry the humble-bee.</p>
+<p>They went to the church, and married was she,</p>
+<p>The fly has married the humble-bee.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page219" id="page219"></a>[page 219]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span>, dorolot, dorolot!</p>
+<p class="i2">Hey, dorolay, dorolay!</p>
+<p>Hey, my bonny boat, bonny boat,</p>
+<p class="i2">Hey, drag away, drag away!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A cat</b></span> came fiddling out of a barn,</p>
+<p>With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;</p>
+<p>She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,</p>
+<p>The mouse has married the humble-bee;</p>
+<p>Pipe, cat,&mdash;dance, mouse,</p>
+<p>We'll have a wedding at our good house.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span>! diddle, diddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">The cat and the fiddle,</p>
+<p>The cow jumped over the moon;</p>
+<p class="i2">The little dog laugh'd</p>
+<p class="i2">To see the sport,</p>
+<p>While the dish ran after the spoon.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Doodledy</b></span>, doodledy, doodledy, dan,</p>
+<p>I'll have a piper to be my good man;</p>
+<p>And if I get less meat, I shall get game,</p>
+<p>Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page220" id="page220"></a>[page 220]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tweedle-dum</b></span> and tweedle-dee</p>
+<p class="i2">Resolved to have a battle,</p>
+<p>For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee</p>
+<p class="i2">Had spoiled his nice new rattle.</p>
+<p>Just then flew by a monstrous crow,</p>
+<p class="i2">As big as a tar-barrel,</p>
+<p>Which frightened both the heroes so,</p>
+<p class="i2">They quite forgot their quarrel.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Come</b></span> dance a jig</p>
+<p class="i2">To my Granny's pig,</p>
+<p>With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy;</p>
+<p class="i2">Come dance a jig</p>
+<p class="i2">To my Granny's pig,</p>
+<p>And pussy-cat shall crowdy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussicat</b></span>, wussicat, with a white foot,</p>
+<p>When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.</p>
+<p>The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,</p>
+<p>Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page221" id="page221"></a>[page 221]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Ding</b></span>, dong, darrow,</p>
+<p>The cat and the sparrow;</p>
+<p>The little dog has burnt his tail,</p>
+<p>And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Dicky Dilver</p>
+<p>Had a wife of silver,</p>
+<p>He took a stick and broke her back,</p>
+<p>And sold her to the miller;</p>
+<p>The miller would'nt have her,</p>
+<p>So he threw her in the river.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market, to buy a fat pig,</p>
+<p class="i2">Home again, home again, dancing a jig;</p>
+<p>Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,</p>
+<p class="i2">Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Doodle</b></span>, doodle, doo,</p>
+<p>The princess lost her shoe;</p>
+<p class="i2">Her highness hopp'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">The fidler stopped,</p>
+<p>Not knowing what to do.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page222" id="page222"></a>[page 222]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Rompty-iddity</b></span>, row, row, row,</p>
+<p>If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Round</b></span> about, round about,</p>
+<p class="i2">Magotty-pie,</p>
+<p>My father loves good ale,</p>
+<p class="i2">And so do I.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>High</b></span>, ding, cockatoo-moody,</p>
+<p>Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;</p>
+<p>High, ding, straps of leather,</p>
+<p>Two little puppy-dogs tied together;</p>
+<p>One by the head, and one by the tail,</p>
+<p>And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be concluded with the
+Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest favourites&mdash;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 <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'scarely'">scarcely</ins> likely to be attended with success.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>"Hey</b></span>! diddle, diddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">The cat and the fiddle"&mdash;</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="indboth2">
+<span class="outdent">Yes, thee may say that,</span> for that is nonsense.
+</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page223" id="page223"></a>[page 223]</span>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">"The cow jumped over the moon"&mdash;</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="indboth2">
+<span class="outdent">Oh no! Mary,</span> 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&mdash;"The cow jumped <i>under</i> the
+moon." Yes,&mdash;
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2">"The cow jumped under the moon;</p>
+<p>The little dog laughed"&mdash;</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="indboth2">
+<span class="outdent">Oh Mary, stop.</span> How can a little dog laugh?
+thee knows a little dog can't laugh.
+Thee ought to say&mdash;"The little dog
+<i>barked</i>&mdash;to see the sport,"
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">"And the dish ran after the spoon"&mdash;</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="indboth2">
+<span class="outdent">Stop, Mary, stop.</span> A dish could never run
+after a spoon; thee ought to know
+that. Thee had better say&mdash;"And the
+<i>cat</i> ran after the spoon." So,&mdash;
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p>"Hey! diddle, diddle,</p>
+<p>The cat and the fiddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">The cow jump'd <i>under</i> the moon;</p>
+<p>The little dog <i>bark'd</i>,</p>
+<p>To see the sport,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the <i>cat</i> ran after the spoon!"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page224" id="page224"></a>[page 224]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/034-1000.jpg"><img src="images/034-500.jpg" alt="Fourteenth Class--Love and Matrimony" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>FOURTEENTH CLASS.</h2>
+
+<h2>LOVE AND MATRIMONY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/018-cap_a-30.png" width="30" height="51" alt="A" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4">s I was going up Pippen-hill,</p>
+<p class="i4">Pippen-hill was dirty,</p>
+<p>There I met a pretty miss,</p>
+<p class="i2">And she dropt me a curtsey.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Little miss, pretty miss,</p>
+<p class="i2">Blessings light upon you!</p>
+<p>If I had half-a-crown a day,</p>
+<p class="i2">I'd spend it all on you.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page225" id="page225"></a>[page 225]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Brave</b></span> news is come to town,</p>
+<p class="i2">Brave news is carried;</p>
+<p>Brave news is come to town,</p>
+<p class="i2">Jemmy Dawson's married.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Willy</b></span>, Willy Wilkin,</p>
+<p>Kissed the maids a-milking,</p>
+<p class="i14">      Fa, la, la!</p>
+<p>And with his merry daffing,</p>
+<p>He set them all a laughing.</p>
+<p class="i14">      Ha, ha, ha!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>It's</b></span> once I courted as pretty a lass,</p>
+<p>As ever your eyes did see;</p>
+<p>But now she's come to such a pass,</p>
+<p>She never will do for me.</p>
+<p>She invited me to her own house,</p>
+<p>Where oft I'd been before,</p>
+<p>And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,</p>
+<p>And I'll never go there any more.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page226" id="page226"></a>[page 226]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Sylvia</b></span>, sweet as morning air,</p>
+<p>Do not drive me to despair:</p>
+<p>Long have I sighed in vain,</p>
+<p>Now I am come again,</p>
+<p class="i2">Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">Will you be mine or no?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Simon pray leave off your suit,</p>
+<p>For of your courting you'll reap no fruit,</p>
+<p>I would rather give a crown</p>
+<p>Than be married to a clown;</p>
+<p class="i2">Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">Go, for a booby, go.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>What</b></span> care I how black I be,</p>
+<p>Twenty pounds will marry me;</p>
+<p>If twenty won't, forty shall,</p>
+<p>I am my mother's bouncing girl!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>"Where</b></span> have you been all the day,</p>
+<p class="i4">My boy Willy?"</p>
+<p>"I've been all the day,</p>
+<p>Courting of a lady gay:</p>
+<p>But oh! she's too young</p>
+<p>To be taken from her mammy."</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page227" id="page227"></a>[page 227]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"What work can she do,</p>
+<p class="i4">My boy Willy?</p>
+<p>Can she bake and can she brew,</p>
+<p class="i4">My boy Willy?"</p>
+<p>"She can brew and she can bake,</p>
+<p>And she can make our wedding cake:</p>
+<p>But oh! she's too young</p>
+<p>To be taken from her mammy."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"What age may she be? What age may she be?</p>
+<p class="i4">My boy Willy?"</p>
+<p>"Twice two, twice seven,</p>
+<p>Twice ten twice eleven:</p>
+<p>But oh! she's too young</p>
+<p>To be taken from her mammy."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little man,</p>
+<p class="i4">And he woo'd a little maid,</p>
+<p>And he said, "little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?</p>
+<p class="i4">I have little more to say,</p>
+<p class="i4">Than will you, yea or nay,</p>
+<p>For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page228" id="page228"></a>[page 228]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">The little maid replied,</p>
+<p class="i4">Some say a little sighed,</p>
+<p>"But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?</p>
+<p class="i4">Will the love that you're so rich in</p>
+<p class="i4">Make a fire in the kitchen?</p>
+<p>Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little boy and a little girl</p>
+<p class="i2">Lived in an alley;</p>
+<p>Says the little boy to the little girl,</p>
+<p class="i2">"Shall I, oh! shall I?"</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Says the little girl to the little boy,</p>
+<p class="i2">"What shall we do?"</p>
+<p>Says the little boy to the little girl,</p>
+<p class="i2">"I will kiss you."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>A cow</b></span> and a calf,</p>
+<p class="i2">An ox and a half,</p>
+<p>Forty good shillings and three;</p>
+<p class="i2">Is that not enough tocher</p>
+<p class="i2">For a shoe-maker's daughter,</p>
+<p>A bonny lass with a black e'e?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page229" id="page229"></a>[page 229]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>O the</b></span> little rusty, dusty, rusty miller!</p>
+<p>I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks</p>
+<p class="i2">Were walking out one Sunday,</p>
+<p>Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,</p>
+<p class="i2">"To-morrow will be Monday."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Jack Jingle,</p>
+<p class="i4">He used to live single:</p>
+<p>But when he got tired of this kind of life,</p>
+<p>He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> shall we be married,</p>
+<p class="i2">My dear Nicholas Wood?</p>
+<p>We will be married on Monday,</p>
+<p class="i2">And will not that be very good?</p>
+<p>What, shall we be married no sooner?</p>
+<p class="i2">Why sure the man's gone wood!*</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page230" id="page230"></a>[page 230]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>What shall we have for our dinner,</p>
+<p class="i2">My dear Nicholas Wood?</p>
+<p>We will have bacon and pudding,</p>
+<p class="i2">And will not that be very good?</p>
+<p>What, shall we have nothing more?</p>
+<p class="i2">Why sure the man's gone wood!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Who shall we have at our wedding,</p>
+<p class="i2">My dear Nicholas Wood?</p>
+<p>We will have mammy and daddy,</p>
+<p class="i2">And will not that be very good?</p>
+<p>What, shall we have nobody else?</p>
+<p class="i2">Why sure the man's gone wood!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote">* Mad. This sense of the word has long been obsolete; and exhibits
+therefore, the antiquity of these lines.]
+</p>
+
+<h3>CCCCLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Tommy</b></span> Trot, a man of law,</p>
+<p>Sold his bed and lay upon straw:</p>
+<p>Sold the straw and slept on grass,</p>
+<p>To buy his wife a looking-glass.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>We're</b></span> all dry with drinking on't.</p>
+<p>We're all dry with drinking on't;</p>
+<p>The piper spoke to the fiddler's wife,</p>
+<p>And I can't sleep for thinking on't.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page231" id="page231"></a>[page 231]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>"John</b></span>, come sell thy fiddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">And buy thy wife a gown."</p>
+<p>"No, I'll not sell my fiddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">For ne'er a wife in town."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Up</b></span> hill and down dale;</p>
+<p>Butter is made in every vale,</p>
+<p>And if that Nancy Cook</p>
+<p>Is a good girl,</p>
+<p>She shall have a spouse,</p>
+<p>And make butter anon,</p>
+<p>Before her old grandmother</p>
+<p>Grows a young man.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack</b></span> in the pulpit, out and in;</p>
+<p>Sold his wife for a minikin pin.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Did</b></span> you see my wife, did you see, did you see,</p>
+<p class="i2">Did you see my wife looking for me?</p>
+<p>She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it,</p>
+<p class="i2">And dimity petticoats over her knee.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page232" id="page232"></a>[page 232]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Rosemary</b></span> green,</p>
+<p class="i2">And lavender blue,</p>
+<p>Thyme and sweet marjoram,</p>
+<p class="i2">Hyssop and rue.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>"Little</b></span> maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"</p>
+<p>"Down in the forest to milk my cow."</p>
+<p>"Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;</p>
+<p>When I send for thee, then come thou."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>I am</b></span> a pretty wench,</p>
+<p class="i4">And I come a great way hence,</p>
+<p>And sweethearts I can get none:</p>
+<p class="i4">But every dirty sow,</p>
+<p class="i4">Can get sweethearts enow,</p>
+<p>And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Birds</b></span> of a feather flock together,</p>
+<p class="i2">And so will pigs and swine;</p>
+<p>Rats and mice will have their choice,</p>
+<p class="i2">And so will I have mine.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page233" id="page233"></a>[page 233]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hemp-seed</b></span> I set,</p>
+<p class="i2">Hemp-seed I sow,</p>
+<p>The young man that I love,</p>
+<p class="i2">Come after me and mow!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/035-1150.jpg"><img src="images/035-560.jpg" alt="Jack Sprat could eat no fat" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack</b></span> Sprat could eat no fat,</p>
+<p class="i2">His wife could eat no lean;</p>
+<p>And so, betwixt them both, you see,</p>
+<p class="i2">They lick'd the platter clean.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page234" id="page234"></a>[page 234]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor;</p>
+<p>He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter;</p>
+<p>He'd linen and woollen, and woollen and linen,</p>
+<p>A little pig in a string cost him five shilling.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXVI.</h3>
+
+<h3>THE KEYS OF CANTERBURY.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Oh</b></span>, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury,</p>
+<p>To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry,</p>
+<p>If you will but walk abroad with me,</p>
+<p>If you will but walk with me.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Sir, I'll not accept of the keys of Canterbury,</p>
+<p>To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry;</p>
+<p>Neither will I walk abroad with thee,</p>
+<p>Neither will I talk with thee!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb,</p>
+<p>To comb out your ringlets when I am from home,</p>
+<p>If you will but walk with me, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Sir, I'll not accept, &amp;c.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page235" id="page235"></a>[page 235]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,<a id="footnotetag3" name="footnotetag3"></a><a href="#footnote3">*</a></p>
+<p>One made in London, the other made in York,</p>
+<p>If you will but walk with me, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Sir, I'll not accept, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell,<a id="footnotetag4" name="footnotetag4"></a><a href="#footnote4">&#8224;</a></p>
+<p>To ring up your maidens when you are not well,</p>
+<p>If you will but walk with me, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Sir, I'll not accept, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, my man John, what can the matter be?</p>
+<p>I love the lady and the lady loves not me!</p>
+<p>Neither will she walk abroad with me,</p>
+<p>Neither will she talk with me.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, master dear, do not despair,</p>
+<p>The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear,</p>
+<p>And she will walk and talk with thee,</p>
+<p>And she will walk with thee!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page236" id="page236"></a>[page 236]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest,</p>
+<p>To count my gold and silver when I am gone to rest,</p>
+<p>If you will but walk abroad with me,</p>
+<p>If you will but talk with me.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest,</p>
+<p>To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest,</p>
+<p>And I will walk abroad with thee,</p>
+<p>And I will talk with thee!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote"><a id="footnote3" name="footnote3"></a><a href="#footnotetag3">*</a> This proves the song was not later than the era of chopines, or high
+cork shoes.</p>
+
+<p class="footnote"><a id="footnote4" name="footnote4"></a><a href="#footnotetag4">&#8224;</a> Another proof of antiquity. It must probably have been written before
+the invention of bell-pulls.
+</p>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b><i>He.</i></b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;  <span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> you with me will go, my love,</p>
+<p class="i6"> You shall see a pretty show, my love,</p>
+<p class="i10"> Let dame say what she will:</p>
+<p class="i6"> If you will have me, my love,</p>
+<p class="i6"> I will have thee, my love,</p>
+<p class="i10"> So let the milk-pail stand still.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b><i>She.</i></b></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp; Since you have said so, my love,</p>
+<p class="i6"> Longer I will go, my love,</p>
+<p class="i10"> Let dame say what she will:</p>
+<p class="i6"> If you will have me, my love,</p>
+<p class="i6"> I will have thee, my love,</p>
+<p class="i10"> So let the milk-pail stand still.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page237" id="page237"></a>[page 237]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>On</b></span> Saturday night,</p>
+<p>Shall be all my care</p>
+<p>To powder my locks</p>
+<p>And curl my hair.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>On Sunday morning</p>
+<p>My love will come in,</p>
+<p>When he will marry me</p>
+<p>With a gold ring.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Master</b></span> I have, and I am his man,</p>
+<p>Gallop a dreary dun;</p>
+<p>Master I have, and I am his man,</p>
+<p>And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;</p>
+<p>With a heighly gaily gamberally,</p>
+<p class="i2">Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,</p>
+<p class="i2">Gallop a dreary dun.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I doubt</b></span>, I doubt my fire is out,</p>
+<p class="i2">My little wife isn't at home;</p>
+<p>I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat,</p>
+<p class="i2">And I'll go fetch my little wife home.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page238" id="page238"></a>[page 238]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/036-1000.jpg"><img src="images/036-440.jpg" alt="Young Roger came tapping on Dolly's window" /></a></div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Young</b></span> Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,</p>
+<p class="i6">Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump!</p>
+<p>He asked for admittance, she answered him "No!"</p>
+<p class="i6">Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump!</p>
+<p>"No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!"</p>
+<p class="i6">Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page239" id="page239"></a>[page 239]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Thomas</b></span> and Annis met in the dark.</p>
+<p class="i2">"Good morning," said Thomas.</p>
+<p class="i2">"Good morning," said Annis.</p>
+<p>And so they began to talk.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"I'll give you," says Thomas,</p>
+<p>"Give me," said Annis;</p>
+<p class="i2">"I prithee, love, tell me what?"</p>
+<p>"Some nuts," said Thomas.</p>
+<p>"Some nuts," said Annis;</p>
+<p class="i2">"Nuts are good to crack."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"I love you," said Thomas.</p>
+<p>"Love me!" said Annis;</p>
+<p class="i2">"I prithee love tell me where?"</p>
+<p>"In my heart," said Thomas.</p>
+<p>"In your heart!" said Annis;</p>
+<p class="i2">"How came you to love me there?"</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"I'll marry you," said Thomas.</p>
+<p>"Marry me!" said Annis;</p>
+<p class="i2">"I prithee, love, tell me when?"</p>
+<p>"Next Sunday," said Thomas.</p>
+<p>"Next Sunday," said Annis;</p>
+<p class="i2">"I wish next Sunday were come."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page240" id="page240"></a>[page 240]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Saw</b></span> ye aught of my love a coming from ye market!</p>
+<p class="i2">A peck of meal upon her back,</p>
+<p class="i2">A babby in her basket;</p>
+<p>Saw ye aught of my love a coming from the market?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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 &amp; Lincoln,' p. xi.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little husband,</p>
+<p class="i2">No bigger than my thumb;</p>
+<p>I put him in a pint pot,</p>
+<p class="i2">And there I bid him drum.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I bought a little horse,</p>
+<p class="i2">That galloped up and down;</p>
+<p>I bridled him, and saddled him,</p>
+<p class="i2">And sent him out of town.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I gave him some garters,</p>
+<p class="i2">To garter up his hose,</p>
+<p>And a little handkerchief,</p>
+<p class="i2">To wipe his pretty nose.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page241" id="page241"></a>[page 241]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Can</b></span> you make me a cambric shirt,</p>
+<p class="i2">Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;</p>
+<p>Without any seam or needlework?</p>
+<p class="i2">And you shall be a true lover of mine.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Can you wash it in yonder well,</p>
+<p class="i2">Parsley, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?</p>
+<p class="i2">And you, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Can you dry it on yonder thorn,</p>
+<p class="i2">Parsley, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?</p>
+<p class="i2">And you, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Now you have ask'd me questions three,</p>
+<p class="i2">Parsley, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>I hope you'll answer as many for me,</p>
+<p class="i2">And you, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Can you find me an acre of land,</p>
+<p class="i2">Parsley, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Between the salt water and the sea sand?</p>
+<p class="i2">And you, &amp;c.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page242" id="page242"></a>[page 242]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Can you plough it with a ram's horn,</p>
+<p class="i2">Parsley, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>And sow it all over with one pepper-corn?</p>
+<p class="i2">And you, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,</p>
+<p class="i2">Parsley, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>And bind it up with a peacock's feather?</p>
+<p class="i2">And you, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>When you have done and finish'd your work,</p>
+<p class="i2">Parsley, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Then come to me for your cambric shirt,</p>
+<p class="i2">And you, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Where</b></span> have you been to-day, Billy, my son?</p>
+<p>Where have you been to-day, my only man!</p>
+<p>I've been a-wooing, mother; make my bed soon,</p>
+<p>For I'm sick at heart, and fain would lay down.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>What have you ate to-day, Billy, my son?</p>
+<p>What have you ate to-day, my only man?</p>
+<p>I've ate an eel-pie, mother; make my bed soon,</p>
+<p>For I'm sick at heart, and shall die before noon!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page243" id="page243"></a>[page 243]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I married</b></span> my wife by the light of the moon,</p>
+<p class="i2">A tidy housewife, a tidy one;</p>
+<p>She never gets up until it is noon,</p>
+<p class="i2">And I hope she'll prove a tidy one.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And when she gets up, she is slovenly laced,</p>
+<p class="i2">A tidy, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>She takes up the poker to roll out the paste,</p>
+<p class="i2">And I hope, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She churns her butter in a boot,</p>
+<p class="i2">A tidy, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>And instead of a churnstaff she puts in her foot,</p>
+<p class="i2">And I hope, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>She lays her cheese on the scullery shelf,</p>
+<p class="i2">A tidy, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>And she never turns it till it turns itself.</p>
+<p class="i2">And I hope, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little maid, and she was afraid,</p>
+<p>That her sweetheart would come unto her;</p>
+<p>So she went to bed, and cover'd up her head</p>
+<p>And fasten'd the door with a skewer.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page244" id="page244"></a>[page 244]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>"Madam</b></span>, I am come to court you,</p>
+<p>If your favour I can gain."</p>
+<p>"Ah, Ah!" said she, "you are a bold fellow,</p>
+<p>If I e'er see your face again!"</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"Madam, I have rings and diamonds,</p>
+<p>Madam, I have houses and land,</p>
+<p>Madam, I have a world of treasure,</p>
+<p>All shall be at your command."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"I care not for rings and diamonds,</p>
+<p>I care not for houses and lands,</p>
+<p>I care not for a world of treasure,</p>
+<p>So that I have but a handsome man."</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>"Madam, you think much of beauty,</p>
+<p>Beauty hasteneth to decay,</p>
+<p>For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer</p>
+<p>Will decay and fade away."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Up</b></span> street, and down street,</p>
+<p class="i2">Each window's made of glass;</p>
+<p>If you go to Tommy Tickler's house,</p>
+<p class="i2">You'll find a pretty lass.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page245" id="page245"></a>[page 245]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Oh</b></span>! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello.</p>
+<p>To Mr. Punch,</p>
+<p>To Mr. Joe,</p>
+<p>To Mr. Nell,</p>
+<p>To Mr. Lo.</p>
+<p>Mr. Punch, Mr. Joe,</p>
+<p>Mr. Nell, Mr. Lo,</p>
+<p>To Mr. Punchinello.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> John Jiggy Jag,</p>
+<p>He rode a penny nag,</p>
+<p class="i2">And went to Wigan to woo;</p>
+<p>When he came to a beck,</p>
+<p>He fell and broke his neck,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">Johnny, how dost thou now?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>I made him a hat,</p>
+<p>Of my coat-lap,</p>
+<p class="i2">And stockings of pearly blue.</p>
+<p>A hat and a feather,</p>
+<p>To keep out cold weather;</p>
+<p class="i2">So, Johnny, how dost thou now?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page246" id="page246"></a>[page 246]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXIII.</h3>
+<p class="center">[Cumberland courtship.]</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bonny</b></span> lass, canny lass, willta be mine?</p>
+<p>Thou'se neither wesh dishes, nor sarrah (<i>serve</i>) the swine,</p>
+<p>Thou sall sit on a cushion, and sew up a seam,</p>
+<p>And thou sall eat strawberries, sugar, and cream!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bessy</b></span> Bell and Mary Gray,*</p>
+<p class="i2">They were two bonny lasses:</p>
+<p>They built their house upon the lea,</p>
+<p class="i2">And covered it with rashes.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Bessy kept the garden gate,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Mary kept the pantry:</p>
+<p>Bessy always had to wait,</p>
+<p class="i2">While Mary lived in plenty.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="footnote">* The common tradition respecting these celebrated beauties is as follows:&mdash;"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 <i>Burn-brae</i>, 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."]
+</p>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack</b></span> and Jill went up the hill,</p>
+<p class="i2">To fetch a pail of water;</p>
+<p>Jack fell down, and broke his crown,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Jill came tumbling after.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page247" id="page247"></a>[page 247]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tom Dandy</p>
+<p class="i2">Was my first suitor,</p>
+<p>He had a spoon and dish,</p>
+<p class="i2">And a little pewter.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little pretty lad,</p>
+<p class="i2">And he lived by himself,</p>
+<p>And all the meat he got</p>
+<p class="i2">He put upon a shelf.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The rats and the mice</p>
+<p class="i2">Did lead him such a life,</p>
+<p>That he went to Ireland</p>
+<p class="i2">To get himself a wife.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The lanes they were so broad,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the fields they were so narrow,</p>
+<p>He couldn't get his wife home</p>
+<p class="i2">Without a wheelbarrow.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The wheelbarrow broke,</p>
+<p class="i2">My wife she got a kick,</p>
+<p>The deuce take the wheelbarrow,</p>
+<p class="i2">That spared my wife's neck.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page248" id="page248"></a>[page 248]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Rowley</b></span> Powley, pudding and pie,</p>
+<p>Kissed the girls and made them cry;</p>
+<p>When the girls begin to cry,</p>
+<p>Rowley Powley runs away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCLXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i6"><span class="sc">&nbsp;<b>Margaret</b></span> wrote a letter,</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;Seal'd it with her finger,</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;Threw it in the dam</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;For the dusty miller.</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;Dusty was his coat,</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;Dusty was the siller,</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;Dusty was the kiss</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;I'd from the dusty miller.</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;If I had my pockets</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;Full of gold and siller,</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;I would give it all</p>
+<p class="i6">&nbsp;&nbsp;To my dusty miller.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p><i>Chorus.</i> O the little, little,</p>
+<p class="i10">Rusty, dusty, miller.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Love</b></span> your own, kiss your own.</p>
+<p class="i2">Love your own mother, hinny,</p>
+<p>For if she was dead and gone,</p>
+<p class="i2">You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page249" id="page249"></a>[page 249]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> comes a lusty wooer,</p>
+<p class="i2">My a dildin, my a daldin;</p>
+<p>Here comes a lusty wooer,</p>
+<p class="i2">Lily bright and shine a'.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Pray, who do you woo,</p>
+<p class="i2">My a dildin, my a daldin?</p>
+<p>Pray, who do you woo,</p>
+<p class="i2">Lily bright and shine a'?</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>For your fairest daughter,</p>
+<p class="i2">My a dildin, my a daldin;</p>
+<p>For your fairest daughter,</p>
+<p class="i2">Lily bright and shine a'.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Then there she is for you,</p>
+<p class="i2">My a dildin, my a daldin;</p>
+<p>Then there she is for you,</p>
+<p class="i2">Lily bright and shine a'.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>O rare</b></span> Harry Parry,</p>
+<p class="i2">When will you marry?</p>
+<p>When apples and pears are ripe.</p>
+<p class="i2">I'll come to your wedding,</p>
+<p class="i2">Without any bidding,</p>
+<p>And dance and sing all the night.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page250" id="page250"></a>[page 250]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Blue</b></span> eye beauty,</p>
+<p>Grey eye greedy,</p>
+<p>Black eye blackie,</p>
+<p>Brown eye brownie.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Curly</b></span> locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?</p>
+<p>Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;</p>
+<p>But sit on a cushion and sow a fine seam,</p>
+<p>And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/037-1000.jpg"><img src="images/037-500.jpg" alt="" /></a></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page251" id="page251"></a>[page 251]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/038-1100.jpg"><img src="images/038-500.jpg" alt="Fifteenth Class--Natural History" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>FIFTEENTH CLASS.</h2>
+
+<h2>NATURAL HISTORY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/041-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="54" alt="T" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4">he cuckoo's a fine bird,</p>
+<p class="i4">He sings as he flies;</p>
+<p>He brings us good tidings,</p>
+<p class="i2">He tells us no lies.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He sucks little birds' eggs,</p>
+<p class="i2">To make his voice clear;</p>
+<p>And when he sings "cuckoo!"</p>
+<p class="i2">The summer is near.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page252" id="page252"></a>[page 252]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCVI.</h3>
+<p class="center">[A provincial version of the same.]</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> cuckoo's a vine bird,</p>
+<p class="i2">A zengs as a vlies;</p>
+<p>A brengs us good tidins,</p>
+<p class="i2">And tells us no lies;</p>
+<p>A zucks th' smael birds' eggs,</p>
+<p class="i2">To make his voice clear;</p>
+<p>And the mwore a cries "cuckoo!"</p>
+<p class="i2">The zummer draws near.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,</p>
+<p>I gave him some work, and he did it very well;</p>
+<p>I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,</p>
+<p>He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;</p>
+<p>I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,</p>
+<p>He tumbled down and fell in a rage;</p>
+<p>I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,</p>
+<p>He came up again and said there was none there.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page253" id="page253"></a>[page 253]</span>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,</p>
+<p class="i2">The mistress snored loud as a pig:</p>
+<p>Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire,</p>
+<p class="i2">And struck up a bit of a jig.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>CCCCXCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,</p>
+<p>It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;</p>
+<p>When I got there I gave a great shout,</p>
+<p>Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.</p>
+<p>Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,</p>
+<p>He would not come to my house, I made a little feast,</p>
+<p>I had but little, but I would give him some,</p>
+<p>For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>D.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pit</b></span>, Pat, well-a-day,</p>
+<p>Little Robin flew away;</p>
+<p>Where can little Robin be?</p>
+<p>Gone into the cherry tree.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page254" id="page254"></a>[page 254]</span>
+
+<h3>DI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Poll Parrot</p>
+<p class="i2">Sat in his garret,</p>
+<p>Eating toast and tea;</p>
+<p class="i2">A little brown mouse,</p>
+<p class="i2">Jumped into the house,</p>
+<p>And stole it all away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Snail</b></span>, snail, come out of your hole,</p>
+<p>Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Sneel</b></span>, snaul,</p>
+<p>Robbers are coming to pull down your wall;</p>
+<p class="i2">Sneel, snaul,</p>
+<p class="i2">Put out your horn,</p>
+<p>Robbers are coming to steal your corn,</p>
+<p>Coming at four o'clock in the morn.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Burnie</b></span> bee, burnie bee,</p>
+<p>Tell me when your wedding be?</p>
+<p>If it be to-morrow day,</p>
+<p>Take your wings and fly away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page255" id="page255"></a>[page 255]</span>
+
+<h3>DV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Some</b></span> little mice sat in a barn to spin;</p>
+<p>Pussy came by, and popped her head in;</p>
+<p>"Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?"</p>
+<p>"Oh! no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off?"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> sow came in with the saddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">The little pig rock'd the cradle</p>
+<p class="i2">The dish jump'd over the table</p>
+<p class="i2">To see the pot with the ladle.</p>
+<p class="i2">The broom behind the butt</p>
+<p class="i2">Call'd the dish-clout a nasty slut:</p>
+<p>Oh! Oh! says the gridiron, can't you agree?</p>
+<p>I'm the head constable,&mdash;come along with me.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>"What</b></span> do they call you?"</p>
+<p>"Patchy Dolly."</p>
+<p>"Where were you born?"</p>
+<p>"In the cow's horn."</p>
+<p>"Where were you bred?"</p>
+<p>"In the cow's head."</p>
+<p>"Where will you die?"</p>
+<p>"In the cow's eye."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page256" id="page256"></a>[page 256]</span>
+
+<h3>DVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went over the water,</p>
+<p>The water went over me.</p>
+<p>I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree:</p>
+<p>The one called me a rascal,</p>
+<p>The other called me a thief;</p>
+<p>I took up my little black stick,</p>
+<p>And knocked out all their teeth.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Four</b></span> and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,</p>
+<p>The best man among them durst not touch her tail;</p>
+<p>She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,</p>
+<p>Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A Dorsetshire version.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>'Twas</b></span> the twenty-ninth of May, 'twas a holiday,</p>
+<p>Four and twenty tailors set out to hunt a snail;</p>
+<p>The snail put forth his horns, and roared like a bull,</p>
+<p>Away ran the tailors, and catch the snail who wull.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page257" id="page257"></a>[page 257]</span>
+
+<h3>DXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Croak</b></span>! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think,</p>
+<p>To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink,</p>
+<p>I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,</p>
+<p>And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails;</p>
+<p>Ho, ho! quoth the Frog, is that what you mean?</p>
+<p>Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,</p>
+<p>There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,</p>
+<p>And then I shall have a good dinner like you.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Gray</b></span> goose and gander,</p>
+<p class="i2">Waft your wings together,</p>
+<p>And carry the good king's daughter</p>
+<p class="i2">Over the one strand river.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussy-cat</b></span>, pussy-cat, where have you been?</p>
+<p>I've been up to London to look at the queen.</p>
+<p>Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?</p>
+<p>I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page258" id="page258"></a>[page 258]</span>
+
+<h3>DXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little dog, and they called him Buff;</p>
+<p>I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;</p>
+<p>But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff,</p>
+<p>So take that cuff, and that's enough.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>All</b></span> of a row,</p>
+<p>Bend the bow,</p>
+<p>Shot at a pigeon,</p>
+<p>And killed a crow.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> cock doth crow,</p>
+<p>To let you know,</p>
+<p>If you be wise,</p>
+<p>'Tis time to rise.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an owl lived in an oak,</p>
+<p class="i2">Wisky, wasky, weedle;</p>
+<p>And every word he ever spoke</p>
+<p class="i2">Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A gunner chanced to come that way,</p>
+<p class="i2">Wisky, wasky, weedle;</p>
+<p>Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird."</p>
+<p class="i2">Fiddle, faddle, feedle.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page259" id="page259"></a>[page 259]</span>
+
+<h3>DXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> the snow is on the ground,</p>
+<p class="i2">Little Robin Red-breast grieves;</p>
+<p>For no berries can be found,</p>
+<p class="i2">And on the trees there are no leaves.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The air is cold, the worms are hid,</p>
+<p class="i2">For this poor bird what can be done?</p>
+<p>We'll strew him here some crumbs of bread,</p>
+<p class="i2">And then he'll live till the snow is gone.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A pie</b></span> sate on a pear-tree,</p>
+<p>A pie sate on a pear-tree,</p>
+<p>A pie sate on a pear-tree,</p>
+<p>Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!</p>
+<p>Once so merrily hopp'd she,</p>
+<p>Twice so merrily hopp'd she,</p>
+<p>Thrice so merrily hopp'd she,</p>
+<p>Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXX.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old crow</p>
+<p class="i2">Sat upon a clod:</p>
+<p>There's an end of my song,</p>
+<p class="i2">That's odd!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page260" id="page260"></a>[page 260]</span>
+
+<h3>DXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Cuckoo</b></span>, Cuckoo,</p>
+<p>What do you do?</p>
+<p>In April</p>
+<p>I open my bill;</p>
+<p>In May</p>
+<p>I sing night and day;</p>
+<p>In June</p>
+<p>I change my tune;</p>
+<p>In July</p>
+<p>Away I fly;</p>
+<p>In August</p>
+<p>Away I must.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>"Robert Barnes</b></span>, fellow fine,</p>
+<p>Can you shoe this horse of mine?"</p>
+<p>"Yes, good sir, that I can,</p>
+<p>As well as any other man:</p>
+<p>There's a nail, and there's a prod,</p>
+<p>And now, good sir, your horse is shod."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Catch</b></span> him, crow! carry him, kite!</p>
+<p>Take him away till the apples are ripe;</p>
+<p>When they are ripe and ready to fall,</p>
+<p>Home comes [Johnny,] apples and all.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page261" id="page261"></a>[page 261]</span>
+
+<h3>DXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Dickery</b></span>, dickery, dare,</p>
+<p>The pig flew up in the air;</p>
+<p>The man in brown soon brought him down,</p>
+<p>Dickery, dickery, dare.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickety</b></span>, pickety, my black hen,</p>
+<p>She lays eggs for gentlemen;</p>
+<p>Gentlemen come every day</p>
+<p>To see what my black hen doth lay.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussy</b></span> sat by the fire-side</p>
+<p>In a basket full of coal-dust;</p>
+<p>Bas-</p>
+<p>ket,</p>
+<p>Coal-</p>
+<p>dust,</p>
+<p>In a basket full of coal-dust!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Robin Red-breast</p>
+<p class="i2">Sat upon a rail:</p>
+<p>Niddle naddle went his head,</p>
+<p class="i2">Wiggle waggle went his tail.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page262" id="page262"></a>[page 262]</span>
+
+<h3>DXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Robin Red-breast,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sat upon a hirdle;</p>
+<p>With a pair of speckled legs,</p>
+<p class="i2">And a green girdle.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Johnny Armstrong</b></span> kill'd a calf,</p>
+<p>Peter Henderson got the half;</p>
+<p>Willy Wilkinson got the head,</p>
+<p>Ring the bell, the calf is dead!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hie</b></span> hie, says Anthony,</p>
+<p>Puss in the pantry</p>
+<p>Gnawing, gnawing</p>
+<p>A mutton mutton-bone;</p>
+<p>See now she tumbles it,</p>
+<p>See now she mumbles it,</p>
+<p>See how she tosses</p>
+<p>The mutton mutton-bone.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A long-tail'd</b></span> pig, or a short-tail'd pig,</p>
+<p>Or a pig without e'er a tail,</p>
+<p>A sow-pig, or a boar-pig,</p>
+<p>Or a pig with a curly tail.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page263" id="page263"></a>[page 263]</span>
+
+<h3>DXXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Once</b></span> I saw a little bird,</p>
+<p>Come hop, hop, hop;</p>
+<p>So I cried, little bird,</p>
+<p>Will you stop, stop, stop?</p>
+<p>And was going to the window,</p>
+<p>To say how do you do?</p>
+<p>But he shook his little tail,</p>
+<p>And far away he flew.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and is common in
+Yorkshire. See Hunter's 'Hallamshire Glossary,' p. 56.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Lady-cow</b></span>, lady-cow, fly thy way home,</p>
+<p>Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,</p>
+<p>All but one that ligs under a stone,</p>
+<p>Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Riddle</b></span> me, riddle me, ree,</p>
+<p>A hawk sate upon a tree;</p>
+<p>And he says to himself, says he,</p>
+<p>Oh dear! what a fine bird I be.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page264" id="page264"></a>[page 264]</span>
+
+<h3>DXXXV.</h3>
+<p class="center">[Bird boy's song.]</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Eat</b></span>, Birds, eat, and make no waste,</p>
+<p>I lie here and make no haste;</p>
+<p>If my master chance to come,</p>
+<p>You must fly, and I must run.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Pussy</b></span> cat Mole,</p>
+<p class="i2">Jump'd over a coal,</p>
+<p class="i2">And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.</p>
+<p>Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,</p>
+<p>Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went to Bonner,</p>
+<p class="i4">I met a pig</p>
+<p class="i4">Without a wig,</p>
+<p>Upon my word and honour.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little one-eyed gunner</p>
+<p>Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page265" id="page265"></a>[page 265]</span>
+
+<h3>DXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a piper, he'd a cow,</p>
+<p class="i2">And he'd no hay to give her</p>
+<p>He took his pipes and played a tune,</p>
+<p class="i2">Consider, old cow, consider!</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>The cow considered very well,</p>
+<p class="i2">For she gave the piper a penny,</p>
+<p>That he might play the tune again,</p>
+<p class="i2">Of corn rigs are bonnie!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,</p>
+<p>Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n,</p>
+<p>"Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?"</p>
+<p>"A spinning a doublet for my gude man."</p>
+<p>"Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread,"</p>
+<p>"Oh no, Mrs. Puss, you'll bite off my head."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Shoe</b></span> the colt,</p>
+<p class="i4">Shoe the colt,</p>
+<p>Shoe the wild mare,</p>
+<p class="i4">Here a nail,</p>
+<p class="i4">There a nail,</p>
+<p>Yet she goes bare.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page266" id="page266"></a>[page 266]</span>
+
+<h3>DXLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Betty Pringle</b></span> had a little pig,</p>
+<p>Not very little and not very big,</p>
+<p>When he was alive he lived in clover,</p>
+<p>But now he's dead, and that's all over.</p>
+<p>So Billy Pringle he laid down and cried,</p>
+<p>And Betty Pringle she laid down and died;</p>
+<p>So there was an end of one, two, and three:</p>
+<p>Billy Pringle he,</p>
+<p>Betty Pringle she,</p>
+<p>And the piggy wiggy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Cock Robin</b></span> got up early,</p>
+<p class="i2">At the break of day,</p>
+<p>And went to Jenny's window,</p>
+<p class="i2">To sing a roundelay.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He sang Cock Robin's love</p>
+<p class="i2">To the pretty Jenny Wren,</p>
+<p>And when he got unto the end,</p>
+<p class="i2">Then he began again.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> two pigeons bright and gay,</p>
+<p>They flew from me the other day;</p>
+<p>What was the reason they did go?</p>
+<p>I cannot tell for I do not know.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page267" id="page267"></a>[page 267]</span>
+
+<h3>DXLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack Sprat's</b></span> pig,</p>
+<p>He was not very little,</p>
+<p>Nor yet very big;</p>
+<p>He was not very lean,</p>
+<p>He was not very fat;</p>
+<p>He'll do well for a grunt,</p>
+<p>Says little Jack Sprat.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXLVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The Proverb of Barnaby Bright is given by Ray and Brand as referring
+to St. Barnabas.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Barnaby Bright</b></span> he was a sharp cur,</p>
+<p>He always would bark if a mouse did but stir;</p>
+<p>But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark,</p>
+<p>He's condemn'd by the parson to be hanged by the clerk.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussy</b></span> cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,</p>
+<p>Pussy cat eat the dumplings.</p>
+<p class="i4">Mamma stood by,</p>
+<p class="i4">And cried, Oh, fie!</p>
+<p>Why did you eat the dumplings?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page268" id="page268"></a>[page 268]</span>
+
+<h3>DXLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> robin and the wren,</p>
+<p>They fought upon the parrage pan;</p>
+<p>But ere the robin got a spoon,</p>
+<p>The wren had eat the parrage down.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Bob Robin,</p>
+<p>Where do you live?</p>
+<p>Up in yonder wood, sir,</p>
+<p>On a hazel twig.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> winds they did blow,</p>
+<p class="i2">The leaves they did wag;</p>
+<p>Along came a beggar boy,</p>
+<p class="i2">And put me in his bag.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>He took me up to London,</p>
+<p class="i2">A lady did me buy,</p>
+<p>Put me in a silver cage,</p>
+<p class="i2">And hung me up on high.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>With apples by the fire,</p>
+<p class="i2">And nuts for to crack,</p>
+<p>Besides a little feather bed</p>
+<p class="i2">To rest my little back.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page269" id="page269"></a>[page 269]</span>
+
+<h3>DLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little cow, to save her,</p>
+<p>I turned her into the meadow to graze her;</p>
+<p>There came a heavy storm of rain,</p>
+<p>And drove the little cow home again.</p>
+<p>The church doors they stood open,</p>
+<p>And there the little cow was cropen:</p>
+<p>The bell-ropes they were made of hay,</p>
+<p>And the little cow eat them all away:</p>
+<p>The sexton came to toll the bell,</p>
+<p>And pushed the little cow into the well!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>In</b></span> the month of February,</p>
+<p class="i2">When green leaves begin to spring,</p>
+<p>Little lambs do skip like fairies,</p>
+<p class="i2">Birds do couple, build, and sing.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussy</b></span> sits behind the fire,</p>
+<p class="i2">How can she be fair?</p>
+<p>In comes the little dog,</p>
+<p class="i2">Pussy, are you there?</p>
+<p>So, so, Mistress Pussy,</p>
+<p class="i2">Pray how do you do?</p>
+<p>Thank you, thank you, little dog,</p>
+<p class="i2">I'm very well just now.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page270" id="page270"></a>[page 270]</span>
+
+<h3>DLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?</p>
+<p>I can scarce maintain two.</p>
+<p>Pooh, pooh, says the wren, I have got ten,</p>
+<p>And keep them all like gentlemen!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bow</b></span>, wow, wow,</p>
+<p class="i2">Whose dog art thou?</p>
+<p>Little Tom Tinker's dog,</p>
+<p class="i2">Bow, wow, wow.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pitty</b></span> Patty Polt,</p>
+<p>Shoe the wild colt!</p>
+<p class="i4">Here a nail;</p>
+<p class="i4">And there a nail;</p>
+<p>Pitty Patty Polt.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>How</b></span> d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou,</p>
+<p>Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou?</p>
+<p>Hiss! bow, a wow, wow!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page271" id="page271"></a>[page 271]</span>
+
+<h3>DLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bobbin-a-Bobbin</b></span> bent his bow,</p>
+<p>And shot at a woodcock and kill'd a yowe:</p>
+<p>The yowe cried ba, and he ran away,</p>
+<p>But never came back 'till midsummer-day.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A little</b></span> cock sparrow sat on a green tree, (<i>tris</i>)</p>
+<p>And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he; (<i>tris</i>)</p>
+<p>A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,</p>
+<p>And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, (<i>tris</i>)</p>
+<p>Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow, (<i>tris</i>)</p>
+<p>A naughty, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>Determined, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew, (<i>tris</i>)</p>
+<p>And his giblets shall make me a little pie too, (<i>tris</i>)</p>
+<p>Oh, no! said ye sparrow I won't make a stew,</p>
+<p>So he flapped his wings and away he flew!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page272" id="page272"></a>[page 272]</span>
+
+<h3>DLX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Snail</b></span>, snail, put out your horns,</p>
+<p>I'll give you bread and barleycorns.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Dame</b></span>, what makes your ducks to die?</p>
+<p>What the pize ails 'em? what the pize ails 'em?</p>
+<p>They kick up their heels, and there they lie,</p>
+<p>What the pize ails 'em now?</p>
+<p>Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!</p>
+<p>Dame, what makes your ducks to die?</p>
+<p>What a pize ails 'em? what a pize ails 'em?</p>
+<p>Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!</p>
+<p>Dame, what ails your ducks to die?</p>
+<p>Eating o' polly-wigs, eating o' polly-wigs.</p>
+<p>Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Lady</b></span> bird, lady bird, fly away home,</p>
+<p>Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,</p>
+<p>All but one, and her name is Ann,</p>
+<p>And she crept under the pudding-pan.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page273" id="page273"></a>[page 273]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,</p>
+<p>Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;</p>
+<p>Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;</p>
+<p>Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."</p>
+<p>Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,</p>
+<p>Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,</p>
+<p>Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?</p>
+<p>Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little boy went into a barn,</p>
+<p class="i2">And lay down on some hay;</p>
+<p>An owl came out and flew about,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the little boy ran away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Snail</b></span>, snail, shut out your horns;</p>
+<p class="i2">Father and mother are dead:</p>
+<p>Brother and sister are in the back yard,</p>
+<p class="i2">Begging for barley bread.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page274" id="page274"></a>[page 274]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,</p>
+<p>She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:</p>
+<p>She went to the mill to fetch me some flour;</p>
+<p>She brought it home in less than an hour;</p>
+<p>She baked me my bread, she brew'd me my ale,</p>
+<p>She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussey</b></span> cat sits by the fire,</p>
+<p class="i2">How did she come there?</p>
+<p>In walks the little dog,</p>
+<p class="i2">Says, "Pussey! are you there?</p>
+<p>How do you do, Mistress Pussey?</p>
+<p class="i2">Mistress Pussey, how d'ye do?"</p>
+<p>"I thank you kindly, little dog,</p>
+<p class="i2">I fare as well as you!"</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXVIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A north country version of a very common nursery rhyme, sung by a
+child, who imitates the crowing of a cock.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Cock-a-doodle-do</b></span>,</p>
+<p>My dad's gane to ploo;</p>
+<p>Mammy's lost her pudding-poke,</p>
+<p>And knows not what to do.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page275" id="page275"></a>[page 275]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Higglepy</b></span> Piggleby,</p>
+<p class="i2">My black hen,</p>
+<p>She lays eggs</p>
+<p class="i2">For gentlemen;</p>
+<p>Sometimes nine,</p>
+<p class="i2">And sometimes ten,</p>
+<p>Higglepy Piggleby,</p>
+<p class="i2">My black hen!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Pretty</b></span> John Watts,</p>
+<p class="i4">We are troubled with rats,</p>
+<p>Will you drive them out of the house?</p>
+<p class="i4">We have mice, too, in plenty,</p>
+<p class="i4">That feast in the pantry;</p>
+<p class="i4">But let them stay,</p>
+<p class="i4">And nibble away;</p>
+<p>What harm in a little brown mouse?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Jack Sprat</b></span></p>
+<p class="i2">Had a cat,</p>
+<p>It had but one ear;</p>
+<p class="i2">It went to buy butter,</p>
+<p>When butter was dear.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page276" id="page276"></a>[page 276]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>On</b></span> Christmas eve I turn'd the spit,</p>
+<p>I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;</p>
+<p>The cock sparrow flew over the table;</p>
+<p>The pot began to play with the ladle.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span>, saw, Margery Daw,</p>
+<p>The old hen flew over the malt house,</p>
+<p>She counted her chickens one by one,</p>
+<p>Still she missed the little white one,</p>
+<p>And this is it, this is it, this is it.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hurly</b></span>, burly, trumpet trase,</p>
+<p>The cow was in the market place,</p>
+<p>Some goes far, and some goes near,</p>
+<p>But where shall this poor henchman steer?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman had three cows,</p>
+<p class="i4">Rosy, and Colin, and Dun;</p>
+<p>Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair,</p>
+<p>And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair</p>
+<p>And there was an end of her three cows,</p>
+<p class="i4">Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page277" id="page277"></a>[page 277]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I'll</b></span> away yhame,</p>
+<p>And tell my dame,</p>
+<p>That all my geese</p>
+<p>Are gane but yane;</p>
+<p class="i4">And it's a steg (<i>gander</i>),</p>
+<p class="i4">And it's lost a leg;</p>
+<p>And it'll be gane</p>
+<p>By I get yhame.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXVII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[Imitated from a pigeon.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Curr</b></span> dhoo, curr dhoo,</p>
+<p>Love me, and I'll love you!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I like</b></span> little pussy, her coat is so warm,</p>
+<p>And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;</p>
+<p>So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,</p>
+<p>But pussy and I very gently will play.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> cock robin peep'd out of his cabin,</p>
+<p>To see the cold winter come in,</p>
+<p class="i4">Tit, for tat, what matter for that,</p>
+<p class="i4">He'll hide his head under his wing!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page278" id="page278"></a>[page 278]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> pettitoes are little feet,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the little feet not big;</p>
+<p>Great feet belong to the grunting hog,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the pettitoes to the little pig.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Charley Warley</b></span> had a cow.</p>
+<p>Black and white about the brow;</p>
+<p>Open the gate and let her go through,</p>
+<p>Charley Warley's old cow!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little cow;</p>
+<p class="i4">Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!</p>
+<p>I had a little cow, and it had a little calf,</p>
+<p>Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song half.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4">I had a little cow;</p>
+<p class="i4">Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!</p>
+<p>I had a little cow, and I drove it to the stall;</p>
+<p>Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song all!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page279" id="page279"></a>[page 279]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="outdent1"><i>The Cock.</i></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="sc"><b>Lock</b></span> the dairy door,</p>
+<p class="i8">  Lock the dairy door!</p>
+<p><span class="outdent1">&nbsp;&nbsp;<i>The Hen.</i></span> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Chickle, chackle, chee,</p>
+<p class="i8">  I haven't got the key!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little pony,</p>
+<p class="i2">His name was Dapple-gray,</p>
+<p>I lent him to a lady,</p>
+<p class="i2">To ride a mile away;</p>
+<p>She whipped him, she slashed him,</p>
+<p class="i2">She rode him through the mire;</p>
+<p>I would not lend my pony now</p>
+<p class="i2">For all the lady's hire.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Bah</b></span>, bah, black sheep,</p>
+<p class="i2">Have you any wool?</p>
+<p>Yes, marry, have I,</p>
+<p class="i2">Three bags full:</p>
+<p>One for my master,</p>
+<p class="i2">And one for my dame,</p>
+<p>But none for the little boy</p>
+<p class="i2">Who cries in the lane.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page280" id="page280"></a>[page 280]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hussy</b></span>, hussy, where's your horse?</p>
+<p>Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!</p>
+<p>Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,</p>
+<p>Hussy, hussy, let him alone.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Leg</b></span> over leg,</p>
+<p class="i2">As the dog went to Dover;</p>
+<p>When he came to a stile,</p>
+<p class="i2">Jump he went over.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DLXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Rowsty</b></span> dowt, my fire's all out,</p>
+<p>My little dame is not at home!</p>
+<p>I'll saddle my cock, and bridle my hen,</p>
+<p>And fetch my little dame home again!</p>
+<p>Home she came, tritty trot,</p>
+<p>She asked for the porridge she left in the pot;</p>
+<p>Some she ate and some she shod,</p>
+<p>And some she gave to the truckler's dog;</p>
+<p>She took up the ladle and knocked its head,</p>
+<p>And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page281" id="page281"></a>[page 281]</span>
+
+<h3>DLXXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> boy blue, come blow up your horn,</p>
+<p>The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;</p>
+<p>Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?</p>
+<p>He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.</p>
+<p>Will you wake him? No, not I;</p>
+<p>For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Goosey</b></span>, goosey, gander,</p>
+<p class="i2">Where shall I wander?</p>
+<p>Up stairs, down stairs,</p>
+<p class="i2">And in my lady's chamber;</p>
+<p>There I met an old man</p>
+<p class="i2">That would not say his prayers;</p>
+<p>I took him by the left leg,</p>
+<p class="i2">And threw him down stairs.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DXCI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Goosy</b></span>, goosy, gander,</p>
+<p>Who stands yonder?</p>
+<p>Little Betsy Baker;</p>
+<p>Take her up, and shake her.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page282" id="page282"></a>[page 282]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/039-1100.jpg"><img src="images/039-550.jpg" alt="Sixteenth Class--Accumulative Stories" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>SIXTEENTH CLASS.</h2>
+
+<h2>ACCUMULATIVE STORIES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>DXCII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/039-cap_i-30.png" width="30" height="67" alt="I" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 130%" />
+<p class="i4"> sell you the key of the king's garden:</p>
+<p class="i4">I sell you the string that ties the key, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>I sell you the rat that gnawed the string, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>I sell you the cat that caught the rat, &amp;c.</p>
+<p>I sell you the dog that bit the cat, &amp;c.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page283" id="page283"></a>[page 283]</span>
+
+<h3>DXCIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>John Ball</b></span> shot them all;</p>
+<p>John Scott made the shot,</p>
+<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>John Wyming made the priming,</p>
+<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p>
+<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p>
+<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>John Block made the stock,</p>
+<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p>
+<p>And John Wyming made the priming,</p>
+<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p>
+<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>John Crowder made the powder,</p>
+<p>And John Block made the stock,</p>
+<p>And John Wyming made the priming,</p>
+<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p>
+<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p>
+<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page284" id="page284"></a>[page 284]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>John Puzzle made the muzzle,</p>
+<p>And John Crowder made the powder,</p>
+<p>And John Block made the stock,</p>
+<p>And John Wyming made the priming,</p>
+<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p>
+<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p>
+<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>John Clint made the flint,</p>
+<p>And John Puzzle made the muzzle,</p>
+<p>And John Crowder made the powder,</p>
+<p>And John Block made the stock,</p>
+<p>And John Wyming made the priming,</p>
+<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p>
+<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p>
+<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>John Patch made the match,</p>
+<p>John Clint made the flint,</p>
+<p>John Puzzle made the muzzle,</p>
+<p>John Crowder made the powder,</p>
+<p>John Block made the stock,</p>
+<p>John Wyming made the priming,</p>
+<p>John Brammer made the rammer,</p>
+<p>John Scott made the shot,</p>
+<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page285" id="page285"></a>[page 285]</span>
+
+<h3>DXCIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p> 1. <span class="sc"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This</b></span> is the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 2. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 3. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 4. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 5. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 6. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the cow with the crumpled horn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That toss'd the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page286" id="page286"></a>[page 286]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 7. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the maiden all forlorn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 8. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the man all tatter'd and torn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 9. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the priest all shaven and shorn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page287" id="page287"></a>[page 287]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>10. &nbsp;&nbsp;This is the cock that crow'd in the morn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>11. &nbsp;&nbsp;This is the farmer sowing his corn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</p>
+<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That killed the rat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p>
+<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page288" id="page288"></a>[page 288]</span>
+
+<h3>DXCV.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The original of 'The house that Jack built' is presumed to be a hymn
+in <i>Sepher Haggadah</i>, 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.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p> 1. <span class="sc"><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A</b></span> <i>kid</i>, <i>a kid</i>, my father bought,</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 2. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the cat</i>, and ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 3. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the dog</i>, and bit the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 4. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the staff</i>, and beat the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page289" id="page289"></a>[page 289]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 5. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the fire</i>, and burned the staff,</p>
+<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 6. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the water</i>, and quenched the fire,</p>
+<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p>
+<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 7. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the ox</i>, and drank the water,</p>
+<p class="i4">That quenched the fire,</p>
+<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p>
+<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page290" id="page290"></a>[page 290]</span>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 8. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the butcher</i>, and slew the ox,</p>
+<p class="i4">That drank the water,</p>
+<p class="i4">That quenched the fire,</p>
+<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p>
+<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p> 9. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the angel of death</i>, and killed the butcher,</p>
+<p class="i4">That slew the ox,</p>
+<p class="i4">That drank the water,</p>
+<p class="i4">That quenched the fire,</p>
+<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p>
+<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>10. &nbsp;&nbsp;Then came <i>the Holy One</i>, blessed be He!</p>
+<p class="i4">And killed the angel of death,</p>
+<p class="i4">That killed the butcher,</p>
+<p class="i4">That slew the ox,</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page291" id="page291"></a>[page 291]</span>
+<p class="i4">That drank the water,</p>
+<p class="i4">That quenched the fire,</p>
+<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p>
+<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p>
+<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p>
+<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p>
+<p class="i4">That my father bought</p>
+<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p>
+<p class="i20">              A kid, a kid.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note2">
+The following is the interpretation:</p>
+
+<p class="note2">1. The kid, which was one of the pure animals, denotes the Hebrews.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">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.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">2. The cat denotes the Assyrians, by whom the ten tribes were carried
+into captivity.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">3. The dog is symbolical of the Babylonians.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">4. The staff signifies the Persians.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">5. The fire indicates the Grecian empire under Alexander the Great.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">6. The water betokens the Roman, or the fourth of the great monarchies
+to whose dominions the Jews were subjected.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">7. The ox is a symbol of the Saracens, who subdued Palestine, and brought
+it under the caliphate.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">8. The butcher that killed the ox denotes the crusaders, by whom the
+Holy Land was wrested out of the hands of the Saracens.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">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.</p>
+
+<p class="note2">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.
+</p></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page292" id="page292"></a>[page 292]</span>
+
+<h3>DXCVI.</h3>
+
+<p class="indboth">"<span class="sc"><b>An</b></span> 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.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"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.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"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.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"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,'
+(<i>and so forth, always repeating the foregoing
+words</i>.) But the fire would not.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page293" id="page293"></a>[page 293]</span>
+
+<p class="indboth">"She went a little further, and she met
+some water. So she said, 'Water! water!
+quench fire; fire won't burn stick,' &amp;c. But
+the water would not.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"She went a little further, and she met
+an ox. So she said, 'Ox! ox! drink water;
+water won't quench fire' &amp;c. But the ox
+would not.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"She went a little further, and she met a
+butcher. So she said, 'Butcher! butcher!
+kill ox; ox won't drink water,' &amp;c. But
+the butcher would not.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"She went a little further, and she met a
+rope. So she said, 'Rope! rope! hang butcher;
+butcher won't kill ox,' &amp;c. But the
+rope would not.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"She went a little further, and she met a
+rat. So she said, 'Rat! rat! gnaw rope;
+rope won't hang butcher,' &amp;c. But the rat
+would not.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"She went a little further, and she met a
+cat. So she said, 'Cat! cat! kill rat; rat
+won't gnaw rope,' &amp;c. But the cat said to
+her, 'If you will go to yonder cow, and fetch
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page294" id="page294"></a>[page 294]</span>
+me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat.' So
+away went the old woman to the cow.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"But the cow said to her, 'If you will go
+to yonder haystack,<a id="footnotetag5" name="footnotetag5"></a><a href="#footnote5">*</a> 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.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"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.</p>
+
+<p class="indboth">"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."</p>
+
+<p class="footnote"><a id="footnote5" name="footnote5"></a><a class="footnote" href="#footnotetag5">*</a>
+Or haymakers, proceeding thus in the stead of the rest of this paragraph:&mdash;"And
+fetch me a wisp of hay, I'll give you the milk.&mdash;So away the
+old woman went, but the haymakers said to her,&mdash;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."
+</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page295" id="page295"></a>[page 295]</span>
+
+<h3>DXCVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Titty Mouse</b></span> and Tatty Mouse both lived in a house,</p>
+<p>Titty Mouse went a leasing, and Tatty Mouse went a leasing,</p>
+<p class="i2">So they both went a leasing.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Titty Mouse leased an ear of corn, and Tatty Mouse leased an ear of corn,</p>
+<p class="i2">So they both leased an ear of corn.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>Titty Mouse made a pudding, and Tatty Mouse made a pudding,</p>
+<p class="i2">So they both made a pudding.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>And Tatty Mouse put her pudding into the pot to boil,</p>
+<p>But when Titty went to put hers in, the pot tumbled over, and scalded her to death.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<p class="indboth">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
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page296" id="page296"></a>[page 296]</span>
+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
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page297" id="page297"></a>[page 297]</span>
+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
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page298" id="page298"></a>[page 298]</span>
+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 thepg
+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.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/040-150.png" width="150" height="137" alt="glyph" border="0" />
+</div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page299" id="page299"></a>[page 299]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/041-1150.jpg"><img src="images/041-570.jpg" alt="Seventeenth Class--Local" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>SEVENTEENTH CLASS&mdash;LOCAL.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>DXCVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/041-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="54" alt="T" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4">here was a little nobby colt,</p>
+<p class="i4">His name was Nobby Gray;</p>
+<p>His head was made of pouce straw,</p>
+<p class="i2">His tail was made of hay;</p>
+<p class="i4">He could ramble, he could trot,</p>
+<p class="i4">He could carry a mustard-pot,</p>
+<p class="i4">Round the town of Woodstock,</p>
+<p class="i4">Hey, Jenny, hey!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page300" id="page300"></a>[page 300]</span>
+
+<h3>DXCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>King's Sutton</b></span> is a pretty town,</p>
+<p class="i2">And lies all in a valley;</p>
+<p>There is a pretty ring of bells,</p>
+<p class="i2">Besides a bowling-alley:</p>
+<p>Wine and liquor in good store,</p>
+<p class="i2">Pretty maidens plenty;</p>
+<p>Can a man desire more?</p>
+<p class="i2">There ain't such a town in twenty.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DC.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> little priest of Felton,</p>
+<p>The little priest of Felton,</p>
+<p>He kill'd a mouse within his house,</p>
+<p>And ne'er a one to help him.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCI.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by
+the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called <i>Leap Candle</i>, which is now obsolete.
+See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.]
+</p></div>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> tailor of Bicester,</p>
+<p class="i2">He has but one eye;</p>
+<p>He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,</p>
+<p class="i2">If he were to try.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Dick</b></span> and Tom, Will and John,</p>
+<p>Brought me from Nottingham.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page301" id="page301"></a>[page 301]</span>
+
+<h3>DCIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>At</b></span> Brill on the Hill,</p>
+<p>The wind blows shrill,</p>
+<p class="i2">The cook no meat can dress;</p>
+<p>At Stow in the Wold</p>
+<p>The wind blows cold,&mdash;</p>
+<p class="i2">I know no more than this.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A man</b></span> went a hunting at Reigate,</p>
+<p>And wished to leap over a high gate;</p>
+<p>Says the owner, "Go round,</p>
+<p>With your gun and your hound,</p>
+<p>For you never shall leap over my gate."</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Driddlety</b></span> drum, driddlety drum,</p>
+<p>There you see the beggars are come;</p>
+<p>Some are here, and some are there,</p>
+<p>And some are gone to Chidley fair.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> boy, pretty boy, where was you born?</p>
+<p>In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.</p>
+<p>A half-penny pudding, a penny pie,</p>
+<p>A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page302" id="page302"></a>[page 302]</span>
+
+<h3>DCVII</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father and mother,</p>
+<p>My uncle and aunt,</p>
+<p>Be all gone to Norton,</p>
+<p>But little Jack and I.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>A little bit of powdered beef,</p>
+<p>And a great net of cabbage,</p>
+<p>The best meal I have had to-day,</p>
+<p>Is a good bowl of porridge.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I lost</b></span> my mare in Lincoln lane,</p>
+<p class="i2">And couldn't tell where to find her,</p>
+<p>Till she came home both lame and blind,</p>
+<p class="i2">With never a tail behind her.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Cripple Dick</b></span> upon a stick,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Sandy on a sow,</p>
+<p>Riding away to Galloway,</p>
+<p class="i2">To buy a pound o' woo.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> lad, little lad, where wast thou born?</p>
+<p>Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,</p>
+<p>Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page303" id="page303"></a>[page 303]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/042-760.jpg"><img src="images/042-380.jpg" alt="Eighteenth Class--Relics" /></a></div>
+
+<h2>EIGHTEENTH CLASS&mdash;RELICS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div>
+
+<h3>DCXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/042-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="61" alt="T" border="0" /></div>
+<br style="line-height: 70%" />
+<p class="i4">he girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,</p>
+<p class="i4">Cried "gobble, gobble, gobble:"</p>
+<p>The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,</p>
+<p class="i2">Went hobble, hobble, hobble.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hink</b></span>, minx! the old witch winks,</p>
+<p class="i2">The fat begins to fry:</p>
+<p>There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,</p>
+<p class="i2">Father, mother, and I.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page304" id="page304"></a>[page 304]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Baby</b></span> and I</p>
+<p class="i2">Were baked in a pie,</p>
+<p>The gravy was wonderful hot:</p>
+<p class="i2">We had nothing to pay</p>
+<p class="i2">To the baker that day,</p>
+<p>And so we crept out of the pot.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>What</b></span> are little boys made of, made of,</p>
+<p>What are little boys made of?</p>
+<p>Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;</p>
+<p>And that's what little boys are made of, made of.</p>
+<p>What are little girls made of, made of, made of,</p>
+<p>What are little girls made of?</p>
+<p>Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;</p>
+<p>And that's what little girls are made of, made of.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> a body meet a body,</p>
+<p class="i2">In a field of fitches;</p>
+<p>Can a body tell a body</p>
+<p class="i2">Where a body itches?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page305" id="page305"></a>[page 305]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Charley</b></span> wag,</p>
+<p>Eat the pudding and left the bag.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Girls</b></span> and boys, come out to play,</p>
+<p>The moon doth shine as bright as day;</p>
+<p>Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,</p>
+<p>And come with your playfellows into the street.</p>
+<p>Come with a whoop, come with a call,</p>
+<p>Come with a good will or not at all.</p>
+<p>Up the ladder and down the wall,</p>
+<p>A halfpenny roll will serve us all.</p>
+<p>You find milk, and I'll find flour,</p>
+<p>And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Hannah Bantry</b></span> in the pantry,</p>
+<p class="i2">Eating a mutton bone;</p>
+<p>How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,</p>
+<p class="i2">When she found she was alone!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Rain</b></span>, rain, go away,</p>
+<p>Come again another day;</p>
+<p>Little Arthur wants to play.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page306" id="page306"></a>[page 306]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> girl, little girl, where have you been?</p>
+<p>Gathering roses to give to the queen.</p>
+<p>Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?</p>
+<p>She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Hark</b></span>, hark,</p>
+<p class="i4">The dogs do bark,</p>
+<p>Beggars are coming to town;</p>
+<p class="i4">Some in jags,</p>
+<p class="i4">Some in rags,</p>
+<p>And some in velvet gowns.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>We're</b></span> all in the dumps,</p>
+<p class="i2">For diamonds are trumps;</p>
+<p>The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!</p>
+<p class="i2">The babies are bit,</p>
+<p class="i2">The moon's in a fit,</p>
+<p>And the houses are built without walls.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>What's</b></span> the news of the day,</p>
+<p>Good neighbour, I pray?</p>
+<p>They say the balloon</p>
+<p>Is gone up to the moon.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page307" id="page307"></a>[page 307]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXXIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Mary Ester,</p>
+<p class="i2">Sat upon a tester,</p>
+<p>Eating of curds and whey;</p>
+<p class="i2">There came a little spider,</p>
+<p class="i2">And sat him down beside her,</p>
+<p>And frightened Mary Ester away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Shake</b></span> a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?</p>
+<p>At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Willy</b></span> boy, Willy boy, where are you going?</p>
+<p class="i2">I'll go with you, if I may.</p>
+<p>I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing,</p>
+<p class="i2">I'm going to help them make hay.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market, a gallop, a trot,</p>
+<p>To buy some meat to put in the pot;</p>
+<p>Threepence a quarter, a groat a side,</p>
+<p>If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page308" id="page308"></a>[page 308]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Come</b></span>, let's to bed,</p>
+<p>Says Sleepy-head;</p>
+<p class="i2">Tarry a while, says Slow:</p>
+<p>Put on the pot,</p>
+<p>Says Greedy-gut,</p>
+<p class="i2">Let's sup before we go.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>How</b></span> many days has my baby to play?</p>
+<p class="i2">Saturday, Sunday, Monday,</p>
+<p>Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,</p>
+<p class="i2">Saturday, Sunday, Monday.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Daffy-down-dilly</b></span> has come up to town,</p>
+<p>In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXXI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tom Tucker</p>
+<p>Sings for his supper;</p>
+<p>What shall he eat?</p>
+<p>White bread and butter.</p>
+<p>How shall he cut it</p>
+<p>Without e'er a knife?</p>
+<p>How will he be married</p>
+<p>Without e'er a wife?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page309" id="page309"></a>[page 309]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXXXII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>I can</b></span> weave diaper thick, thick, thick,</p>
+<p>And I can weave diaper thin,</p>
+<p>I can weave diaper out of doors</p>
+<p>And I can weave diaper in.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXXIII.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[The following is quoted in the song of Mad Tom. See my introduction to
+Shakespeare's Mids. Night's Dream, p. 55.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> man in the moon drinks claret,</p>
+<p class="i2">But he is a dull Jack-a-Dandy;</p>
+<p>Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot,</p>
+<p class="i2">He should learn to drink cider and brandy.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXXIV.</h3>
+
+<p class="center1">[A marching air.]
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Darby</b></span> and Joan were dress'd in black,</p>
+<p>Sword and buckle behind their back;</p>
+<p>Foot for foot, and knee for knee,</p>
+<p>Turn about Darby's company.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXXV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Barber</b></span>, barber, shave a pig,</p>
+<p>How many hairs will make a wig?</p>
+<p>"Four and twenty, that's enough."</p>
+<p>Give the barber a pinch of snuff.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page310" id="page310"></a>[page 310]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXXXVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> all the seas were one sea,</p>
+<p>What a <i>great</i> sea that would be!</p>
+<p>And if all the trees were one tree,</p>
+<p>What a <i>great</i> tree that would be!</p>
+<p>And if all the axes were one axe,</p>
+<p>What a <i>great</i> axe that would be!</p>
+<p>And if all the men were one man,</p>
+<p>What a <i>great</i> man he would be!</p>
+<p>And if the <i>great</i> man took the <i>great</i> axe,</p>
+<p>And cut down the <i>great</i> tree,</p>
+<p>And let it fall into the <i>great</i> sea,</p>
+<p>What a splish splash <i>that</i> would be!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXXVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little moppet,</p>
+<p class="i2">I put it in my pocket,</p>
+<p>And fed it with corn and hay;</p>
+<p class="i2">Then came a proud beggar,</p>
+<p class="i2">And swore he would have her,</p>
+<p>And stole little moppet away.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXXXVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> barber shaved the mason,</p>
+<p class="i2">As I suppose</p>
+<p class="i2">Cut off his nose,</p>
+<p>And popp'd it in a basin.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page311" id="page311"></a>[page 311]</span>
+
+<h3>DXXXCIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tommy Tacket,</p>
+<p class="i4">Sits upon his cracket;</p>
+<p>Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket;</p>
+<p class="i4">Make him coat and jacket,</p>
+<p class="i4">Trowsers to the knee.</p>
+<p>And if you will not have him, you may let him be.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Peg</b></span>, peg, with a wooden leg,</p>
+<p class="i2">Her father was a miller:</p>
+<p>He tossed the dumpling at her head,</p>
+<p class="i2">And said he could not kill her.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Parson</b></span> Darby wore a black gown,</p>
+<p>And every button cost half-a-crown;</p>
+<p>From port to port, and toe to toe,</p>
+<p>Turn the ship and away we go!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> Jacky's a very good boy,</p>
+<p class="i2">He shall have cakes and a custard;</p>
+<p>But when he does nothing but cry,</p>
+<p class="i2">He shall have nothing but mustard.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page312" id="page312"></a>[page 312]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Blow</b></span>, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!</p>
+<p>That the miller may grind his corn;</p>
+<p>That the baker may take it,</p>
+<p>And into rolls make it,</p>
+<p>And send us some hot in the morn.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> quaker's wife got up to bake,</p>
+<p class="i2">Her children all about her,</p>
+<p>She gave them every one a cake,</p>
+<p class="i2">And the miller wants his moulter.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Wash</b></span>, hands, wash,</p>
+<p class="i2">Daddy's gone to plough,</p>
+<p>If you want your hands wash'd,</p>
+<p class="i2">Have them wash'd now.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter1">
+<p class="note1">[A formula for making young children submit to the operation of having
+their hands washed. <i>Mutatis mutandis</i>, the lines will serve as a specific for
+everything of the kind, as brushing hair, &amp;c.]
+</p></div>
+
+<h3>DCXLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> little old man and I fell out,</p>
+<p>I'll tell you what 'twas all about:</p>
+<p>I had money, and he had none,</p>
+<p>And that's the way the row begun.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page313" id="page313"></a>[page 313]</span>
+
+<h3>DCXLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Who</b></span> comes here?</p>
+<p class="i2">A grenadier.</p>
+<p>What do you want?</p>
+<p class="i2">A pot of beer.</p>
+<p>Where is your money?</p>
+<p class="i2">I've forgot.</p>
+<p>Get you gone,</p>
+<p class="i2">You drunken sot!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Go</b></span> to bed, Tom!</p>
+<p>Go to bed, Tom!</p>
+<p>Drunk or sober,</p>
+<p>Go to bed, Tom!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCXLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went over the water,</p>
+<p class="i2">The water went over me,</p>
+<p>I heard an old woman crying,</p>
+<p class="i2">Will you buy some furmity?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCL.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>High</b></span> diddle doubt, my candle out,</p>
+<p class="i2">My little maid is not at home:</p>
+<p>Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,</p>
+<p class="i2">And fetch my little maid home.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page314" id="page314"></a>[page 314]</span>
+
+<h3>DCLI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Around</b></span> the green gravel the grass grows green,</p>
+<p>And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;</p>
+<p>Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,</p>
+<p>And write their names with a pen and ink.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCLII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going to sell my eggs,</p>
+<p>I met a man with bandy legs,</p>
+<p>Bandy legs and crooked toes,</p>
+<p>I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCLIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Sir Simon the king,</p>
+<p>And young Sir Simon the 'squire,</p>
+<p class="i4">And old Mrs. Hickabout</p>
+<p class="i4">Kicked Mrs. Kickabout</p>
+<p>Round about our coal fire!</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCLIV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>A good</b></span> child, a good child,</p>
+<p class="i2">As I suppose you be,</p>
+<p>Never laughed nor smiled</p>
+<p class="i2">At the tickling of your knee.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page315" id="page315"></a>[page 315]</span>
+
+<h3>DCLV.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>Jacky</b></span>, come give me thy fiddle</p>
+<p class="i2">If ever thou mean to thrive;</p>
+<p>Nay, I'll not give my fiddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">To any man alive.</p>
+  </div><div class="stanza">
+<p>If I should give my fiddle,</p>
+<p class="i2">They'll think that I'm gone mad,</p>
+<p>For many a joyful day</p>
+<p class="i2">My fiddle and I have had.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCLVI.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p class="i6"><span class="sc"><b>Blenky</b></span> my nutty-cock,</p>
+<p class="i8">Blenk him away;</p>
+<p class="i6">My nutty-cock's never</p>
+<p class="i8">Been blenk'd to-day.</p>
+<p>What wi' carding and spinning on't wheel,</p>
+<p>We've never had time to blenk nutty-cock weel;</p>
+<p>But let to-morrow come ever so sune,</p>
+<p>My nutty-cock it sall be blenk'd by nune.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCLVII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market, to buy a plum-cake,</p>
+<p>Back again, back again, baby is late;</p>
+<p>To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun,</p>
+<p>Back again, back again, market is done.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page316" id="page316"></a>[page 316]</span>
+
+<h3>DCLVIII.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>St.</b></span> Thomas's-day is past and gone,</p>
+<p class="i2">And Christmas is a-most a-come,</p>
+<p class="i6">Maidens arise,</p>
+<p class="i6">And make your pies,</p>
+<p class="i2">And save poor tailor Bobby some.</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<h3>DCLIX.</h3>
+
+<div class="poem">  <div class="stanza">
+<p><span class="sc"><b>How </b></span>do you do, neighbour?</p>
+<p>Neighbour, how do you do?</p>
+<p class="i2">I am pretty well,</p>
+<p>And how does Cousin Sue do?</p>
+<p class="i2">She's pretty well,</p>
+<p>And sends her duty to you,</p>
+<p class="i2">So does bonnie Nell.</p>
+<p>Good lack, how does she do?</p>
+  </div>  </div>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/043-550.jpg"><img src="images/043-275.jpg" alt="" /></a></div>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page317" id="page317"></a>[page 317]</span>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/044-1000.jpg"><img src="images/044-500.jpg" alt="INDEX" /></a></div>
+
+<table summary="index" width="60%" align="center" border="0">
+
+<tr>
+	<td>&nbsp;</td>
+	<td class="right">Page</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A, B, C, and D,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A, B, C, tumble down D,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page14">14</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>About the bush, Willy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page91">91</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A carrion crow sat on an oak,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page115">115</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A cat came fiddling out of a barn,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page219">219</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A cow and a calf,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page228">228</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A diller, a dollar,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page76">76</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A dog and a cock,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page61">61</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A duck and a drake,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page164">164</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A for the ape, that we saw at the fair,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page20">20</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A good child, a good child,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page314">314</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A guinea it would sink,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A kid, a kid, my father bought,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page288">288</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page271">271</a></td></tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A little old man and I fell out,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page144">144</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A little old man of Derby,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page153">153</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>All of a row,</td>
+		<td class="right"><a href="#page258">258</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page262">262</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A man of words and not of deeds,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page70">70</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A man of words and not of deeds,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page71">71</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A man went a hunting at Reigate,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page301">301</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A pie <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'sat'">sate</ins> on a pear-tree,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page259">259</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A pretty little girl in a round-eared cap,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page92">92</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A pullet in the pen,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page71">71</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page132">132</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Around the green gravel the grass grows green,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page318" id="page318"></a>[page 318]</span></td>
+		   <td class="right"><a href="#page314">314</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,</td>
+		   <td class="right"><a href="#page123">123</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I look'd out o' my chamber window,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page120">120</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I walk'd by myself,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page11">11</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going along, long, long,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page107">107</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going by Charing Cross,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page9">9</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going o'er London Bridge,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page121">121</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going o'er London Bridge,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page133">133</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going o'er Tipple Tine,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page122">122</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page130">130</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going to St. Ives,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page133">133</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going to sell my eggs,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page314">314</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going up Pippen-hill,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page224">224</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was going up the hill,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page106">106</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I was walking o'er Little Moorfields,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page96">96</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I went over Lincoln Bridge,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page131">131</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I went over the water,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page313">313</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I went over the water,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page256">256</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I went through the garden gap,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page132">132</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As I went to Bonner,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page264">264</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page132">132</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As soft as silk, as white as milk,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page122">122</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As the days grow longer,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page73">73</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As the days lengthen,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page73">73</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page265">265</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page229">229</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Astra Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page77">77</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A sunshiny shower,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page73">73</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A swarm of bees in May,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page72">72</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>At Brill on the Hill,</td>
+		   <td class="right"><a href="#page301">301</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>At Dover dwells George Brown Esquire,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page77">77</a></td>
+</tr>
+	 <tr><td>A thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page138">138</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>At the siege of Belle-isle,</td>
+	   <td class="right"><a href="#page6">6</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Awake, arise, pull out your eyes,</td>
+		   <td class="right"><a href="#page158">158</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Awa', birds, away!</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page117">117</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A was an apple-pie,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page19">19</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>A was an archer, and shot at a frog,</td>
+	  <td class="right"><a href="#page18">18</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Baby and I,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page304">304</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bah, bah, black sheep,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page279">279</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Barber, barber, shave a pig,</td>
+			<td class="right"><a href="#page309">309</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur,</td>
+			<td class="right"><a href="#page267">267</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Barney Bodkin broke his nose,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page319" id="page319"></a>[page 319]</span></td>
+		   <td class="right"><a href="#page204">204</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bat, bat,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page172">172</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page246">246</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Betty Pringle had a little pig,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page266">266</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Birch and green holly, boys,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page77">77</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Birds of a feather flock together,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page232">232</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Black we are, but much admired,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page129">129</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Black within, and red without,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page130">130</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Blenky my nutty-cock,</td>
+		   <td class="right"><a href="#page315">315</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page312">312</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Blue eye beauty,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page250">250</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bonny lass, canny lass, wilta be mine?,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page246">246</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear,</td>
+		   <td class="right"><a href="#page70">70</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bow, wow, wow,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page270">270</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Brave news is come to town,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page225">225</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother,</td>
+		  <td class="right"><a href="#page56">56</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Buff says Buff to all his men,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page158">158</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Burnie bee, burnie bee,</td>
+		   <td class="right"><a href="#page254">254</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Buz, quoth the blue fly,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page105">105</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bye, baby bumpkin,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page207">207</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bye, baby bunting,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page210">210</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Bye, O my baby,</td>
+		 <td class="right"><a href="#page209">209</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Can you make me a cambric shirt,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page241">241</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Catch him, crow! carry him, kite!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page260">260</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+	<td>Charley wag,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page305">305</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Charley Warley had a cow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page278">278</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Clap hands, clap hands,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page172">172</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Clap hands, clap hands!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page176">176</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Cock a doodle doo,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page214">214</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Cock-a-doodle-do,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page274">274</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Cock Robin got up early,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page266">266</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Come, butter, come,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page136">136</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Come dance a jig,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page220">220</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Come, let's to bed,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page308">308</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Come when you're called,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page80">80</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Congeal'd water and Cain's brother,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Cripple Dick upon a stick,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page302">302</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Croak! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page257"> 257</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Cross patch,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page79">79</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Cuckoo, cherry tree,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page173">173</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page250">250</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Curr dhoo, curr dhoo,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page320" id="page320"></a>[page 320]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page277">277</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Cuckoo, Cuckoo,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page260">260</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page135">135</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page308">308</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Dame, get up and bake your pies,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page118">118</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Dame, what makes your ducks to die?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page272">272</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Dance, little baby, dance up high,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page206">206</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Dance, Thumbkin, dance,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page155">155</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Dance to your daddy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page206">206</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Danty baby diddy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page208">208</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Darby and Joan were dress'd in black,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page309">309</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page216">216</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page217">217</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Dick and Tom, Will and John,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page300">300</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Dickery, Dickery, dare,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page261">261</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page231">231</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page215">215</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ding, dong, bell,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page213">213</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ding, dong, darrow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page221">221</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Doctor Faustus was a good man,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page81">81</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Doodle, doodle, doo,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page221">221</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page219">219</a></td>
+</tr>
+ <tr>
+	<td>Draw a pail of water,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page160">160</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page301">301</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Eat, birds, eat, and make no waste,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page264">264</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Eggs, butter, bread,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page180">180</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page13">13</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page132">132</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Elsie Marley is grown so fine,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page97">97</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Every lady in this land,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page124">124</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Eye winker,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page193">193</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Father Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's son,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page79">79</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Father Short came down the lane,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page152">152</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Feedum, fiddledum fee,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page217">217</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>F for fig, J for Jig,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page218">218</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Flour of England, fruit of Spain,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page124">124</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Flowers, flowers, high-do,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page183">183</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Formed long ago, yet made to-day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page321" id="page321"></a>[page 321]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page131">131</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>For every evil under the sun,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page256">256</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Fox, a fox, a brummalary,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page193">193</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Friday night's dream,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page75">75</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Gay go up and gay go down,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page156">156</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Gilly silly Jarter,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page218">218</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Girls and boys, <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'came'">come</ins> out to play,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page305">305</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page210">210</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Good horses, bad horses,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page175">175</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Good Queen Bess was a glorious dame,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Goosey, goosey, gander,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page281">281</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Goosy, goosy, gander,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page281">281</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Go to bed first, a golden purse,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Go to bed Tom!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page313">313</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Gray goose and gander,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page257">257</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Great A, little a,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Green cheese, yellow laces,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page169">169</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Handy Spandy, Jack a dandy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page216">216</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hannah Bantry in the pantry,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page305">305</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hark, hark,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page306">306</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hector Protector was dressed all in green,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page9">9</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Heetum peetum penny pie,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page188">188</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hemp-seed I set,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page233">233</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Here am I, little jumping Joan,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page200">200</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Here come I,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page194">194</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Here comes a lusty wooer,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page249">249</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page183">183</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Here goes my lord,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page168">168</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Here sits the Lord Mayor,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page181">181</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Here stands a post,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page177">177</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Here we come a piping,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page184">184</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>He that goes to see his wheat in May,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>He that would thrive,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page72">72</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hey! diddle, diddle,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page219">219</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hey! diddle, diddle,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page222">222</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hey diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page218">218</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page214">214</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hey, dorolot, dorolot,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page219">219</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hey, my kitten, my kitten,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page208">208</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page120">120</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hic, hoc, the carrion crow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page116">116</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hickety, pickety, my black hen,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page322" id="page322"></a>[page 322]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page261">261</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hickory (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3),</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page174">174</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hickup, hickup, go away,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page140">140</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hickup, snicup,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page140">140</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hie hie, says Anthony,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page262">262</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Higglepy, Piggleby,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page275">275</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Higgledy piggledy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page126">126</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>High diddle ding,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page9">9</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>High diddle doubt, my candle out,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page313">313</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page9">9</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>High, ding, cockatoo-moody,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page222">222</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Higher than a house, higher than a tree,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page129">129</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Highty cock O!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page173">173</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page133">133</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hink, minx! the old witch winks,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page303">303</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ho! Master Teague, what is your story?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hot-cross Buns!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page104">104</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page270">270</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>How does my lady's garden grow?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page106">106</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>How do you do, neighbour,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page316">316</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>How many days has my baby to play?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page308">308</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>How many miles is it to Babylon?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page176">176</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hub a dub dub,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page218">218</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page122">122</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page129">129</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hurly, burly, trumpet trase,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page276">276</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page280">280</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hush, hush, hush, hush,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page207">207</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hush-a-bye a ba lamb,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page209">209</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page209">209</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page211">211</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hush thee, my babby,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page207">207</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page205">205</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Hyder iddle diddle dell,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page217">217</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />I am a gold lock,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page165">165</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I am a pretty wench,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page232">232</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I can make diet bread,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page184">184</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I doubt, I doubt my fire is out,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page237">237</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page309">309</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I charge my daughters every one,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page323" id="page323"></a>[page 323]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page159"> 159</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If a body meet a body,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page304">304</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If all the world was apple-pie,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page198">198</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If all the seas were one sea,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page310">310</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If a man who turnips cries,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page204">204</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If I'd as much money as I could spend,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page117">117</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If ifs and ands,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page80">80</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If wishes were horses,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If you love me, pop and fly,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page135">135</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page71">71</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>If you with me will go, my love,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page236">236</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little castle upon the sea-side,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page134">134</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little cow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page278">278</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little cow, to save her,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page269">269</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page252">252</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little dog, and they called him Buff,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page258">258</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page274">274</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page253">253</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little husband,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page240">240</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little moppet,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page310">310</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page4">4</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had a little pony,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page279">279</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I had two pigeons bright and gay,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page266">266</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page125">125</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I have been to market, my lady, my lady,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page108">108</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page277">277</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I'll away yhame,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page277">277</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I'll buy you a tartan bonnet,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page212">212</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I'll sing you a song,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page118">118</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I'll tell you a story,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page59">59</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I lost my mare in Lincoln Lane,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page302">302</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page80">80</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page102">102</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I married my wife by the light of the moon,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page243">243</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>In Arthur's court, Tom Thumb did live,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page43">43</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>In fir tar is,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page77">77</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>In July,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>In marble walls as white as milk,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page125">125</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page164">164</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>In the month of February,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page269">269</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I saw a peacock with a fiery tail,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page201">201</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I saw a ship a-sailing,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page203">203</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I sell you the key of the king's garden,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page324" id="page324"></a>[page 324]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page282">282</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Is John Smith within?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page163">163</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>It's once I courted as pretty a lass,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page225">225</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I've a glove in my hand,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page192">192</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I went into my grandmother's garden,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page121">121</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I went to the toad that lies under the wall,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page136">136</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I went to the wood and got it,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page119">119</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I went up one pair of stairs,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page168">168</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I won't be my father's Jack,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page208">208</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>I would if I cou'd,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page198">198</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Jack and Jill went up the hill,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page246">246</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jack be nimble,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page166">166</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jack in the pulpit, out and in,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page231">231</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jack Sprat,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page275">275</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jack Sprat could eat no fat,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page233">233</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jack Sprat's pig,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page267">267</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page101">101</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page315">315</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jeanie, come tie my,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page94">94</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Jim and George were two great lords,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page12">12</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>John Ball shot them all,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page283">283</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>John, come sell thy fiddle,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page231">231</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page114">114</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+	<td>Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page262">262</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Johnny shall have a new bonnet,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page95">95</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />King's Sutton is a pretty town,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page300">300</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page272">272</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+    <td>Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page263">263</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Legomoton,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page81">81</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Leg over leg,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page280">280</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Lend me thy mare to ride a mile?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page91">91</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Let us go to the wood, says this pig,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page170">170</a></td>
+</tr>
+ <tr>
+	<td>Little Bob Robin,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page268">268</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page93">93</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little boy blue, come blow up your horn,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page281">281</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page301">301</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page277">277</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Dicky Dilver, </td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page221">221</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little General Monk,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page325" id="page325"></a>[page 325]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page13">13</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little girl, little girl, where have you been?, </td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page306">306</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Jack a dandy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page217">217</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page234">234</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Jack Jingle,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page229">229</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page65">65</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little John Jiggy Jag,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page245">245</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page41">41</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page302">302</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page232">232</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Mary Ester,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page307">307</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Nancy Etticoat,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page127">127</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Poll Parrot,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page254">254</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Robin Red-breast,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page261">261</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Robin Red-breast,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page262">262</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page273">273</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Tee wee,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page215">215</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Tom Dandy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page247">247</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Tom Dogget,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page86">86</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Tommy Tacket,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page311">311</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Tommy Tittlemouse,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page41">41</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Tom Tittlemouse,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page61">61</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Little Tom Tucker,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page308">308</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Lives in winter,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page134">134</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Lock the dairy door,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page279">279</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>London bridge is broken down,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page98">98</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Long Legs, crooked thighs,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Love your own, kiss your own,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page248">248</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Madam, I am come to court you,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page244">244</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Made in London,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page121">121</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Make three-fourths of a cross,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page123">123</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Margaret wrote a letter,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page248">248</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page163">163</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Master I have, and I am his man,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page237">237</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page136">136</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>May my geese fly over your barn?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page190">190</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page103">103</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Miss one, two, and three could never agree,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page17">17</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Mistress Mary, quite contrary,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page81">81</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page66">66</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Multiplication is vexation,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page78">78</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page326" id="page326"></a>[page 326]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page210">210</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My dear, do you know,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page35">35</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My father and mother,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page302">302</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My father he died, but I can't tell you how,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page92">92</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My father he left me, just as he was able,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page138">138</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My father left me three acres of land,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page109">109</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My father was a Frenchman,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page180">180</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My grandmother sent me a new-fashioned, &amp;c., </td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page139">139</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My lady Wind, my lady Wind,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page60">60</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My little old man and I fell out,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page312">312</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My maid Mary,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page104">104</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My mother and your mother,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page195">195</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My story's ended,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page79">79</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>My true love lives far from me,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page201">201</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Nature requires five,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Needles and pins, needles and pins,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page73">73</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Now we dance, looby, looby, looby,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page190">190</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Number number nine, this hoop's mine,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page168">168</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Oh, dear, what can the matter be?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page152">152</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page245">245</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Oh, where are you going,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page82">82</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page60">60</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old Betty Blue,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page146">146</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old father Graybeard,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page134">134</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page102">102</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old Father of the Pye,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page99">99</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old King Cole,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page1">1</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old Mother Goose, when,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page56">56</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old mother Hubbard,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page146">146</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page144">144</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old Sir Simon the king,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page314">314</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old mother Twitchett had but one eye,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page125">125</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page143">143</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Once I saw a little bird,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page263">263</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Once upon a time there was an old sow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page37">37</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page276">276</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One, 2, 3, 4, 5,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One-ery, two-ery,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page154">154</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page167">167</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One misty moisty morning,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page84">84</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One moonshiny night,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page327" id="page327"></a>[page 327]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page3">3</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One's none,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One old Oxford ox opening oysters,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page175">175</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One to make ready,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page156">156</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One, two,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page17">17</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>One, two, three,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page14">14</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>On Saturday night,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page237">237</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>O rare Harry Parry,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page249">249</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>O that I was where I would be,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page196">196</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page229">229</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Our saucy boy Dick,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page66">66</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Over the water, and over the lee,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page8">8</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Pancakes and fritters,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page108">108</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Parson Darby wore a black gown,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page311">311</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page18">18</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page130">130</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pease-pudding hot,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page158">158</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Peg, Peg, wish a wooden leg,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page311">311</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pemmy was a pretty girl,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page63">63</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page138">138</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Peter White will ne'er go right,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page196">196</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pit, Pat, well-a-day,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page253">253</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pitty Patty Polt,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page270">270</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Please to remember,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Polly, put the kettle on,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page83">83</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Poor old Robinson Crusoe!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page10">10</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pretty John Watts,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page275">275</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Punch and Judy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page32">32</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Purple, yellow, red, and green,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page129">129</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pussey cat sits by the fire,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page274">274</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page220">220</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page267">267</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pussy cat Mole,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page264">264</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page257">257</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pussy sat by the fire-side,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page261">261</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Pussy sits behind the fire,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page269">269</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Queen Anne, queen Anne, you sit in the sun,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page161">161</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+ <tr>
+	<td><br />Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page211">211</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Rain, Rain, go away,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page305">305</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Riddle me, riddle me, ree,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page328" id="page328"></a>[page 328]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page263">263</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page165">165</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page166">166</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page170">170</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page170">170</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ride baby, ride,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page210">210</a></td>
+</tr>
+ <tr>
+	<td>Ring me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3),</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page170">170</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ring the bell!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page182">182</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Robert Barnes, fellow fine,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page260">260</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page139">139</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Robin-a-Bobin bent his bow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page271">271</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Robin and Richard were two pretty men,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page59">59</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Robin Hood, Robin Hood,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page3">3</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page209">209</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Rock well my cradle,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page212">212</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page222">222</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Rosemary green,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page232">232</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Round about, round about,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page222">222</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Rowley Powley, pudding and pie,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page248">248</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page280">280</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Saw ye aught of my love a coming from ye market,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page240">240</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Says t'auld man tit oak tree,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page89">89</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>See a pin and pick it up,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>See, saw, Margery Daw,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page164">164</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>See, saw, Margery Daw,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page165">165</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>See, saw, Margery Daw,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page276">276</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>See, saw, sack-a-day,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page8">8</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>See-saw, jack a daw,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page176">176</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>See-saw sacradown,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page177">177</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>See, see? what shall I see?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page133">133</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page307">307</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Shoe the colt,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page265">265</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Shoe the colt, shoe!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page180">180</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+	<td>Sieve my lady's oatmeal,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page161">161</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Simple Simon met a pieman,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page31">31</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Sing a song of sixpence,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page90">90</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page216">216</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Sing, sing, what shall I sing?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page215">215</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Solomon Grundy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Some little mice sat in a barn to spin,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page255">255</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Some up, and some down,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page329" id="page329"></a>[page 329]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page95">95</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Snail, snail, come out of your hole,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page254">254</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Snail, snail, put out your horns,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page272">272</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Snail, snail, shut out your horns,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page273">273</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Sneel, snaul,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page254">254</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Speak when you're spoken to,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page80">80</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page68">68</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>St. Thomas's-day is past and gone,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page316">316</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Swan swam over the sea,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page139">139</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Sylvia, sweet as morning air,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page226">226</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page64">64</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tell tale, tit!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page76">76</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Ten and ten and twice eleven,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page121">121</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The art of good driving 's a paradox quite,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page75">75</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The barber shaved the mason,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page310">310</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page253">253</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The cock doth crow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page258">258</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The cuckoo's a fine bird,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page251">251</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The cuckoo's a vine bird,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page252">252</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The dog of the kill,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page195">195</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page270">270</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The fair maid who, the first of May,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page75">75</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The first day of Christmas,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page184">184</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The fox and his wife they had a great strife,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page84">84</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page303">303</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The king of France, and four thousand men,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page5">5</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The king of France, the king of France, with forty thousand men,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page6">6</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The king of France went up the hill,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page5">5</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The king of France, with twenty thousand men,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page5">5</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The keys of Canterbury,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page234">234</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The lion and the unicorn,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page42">42</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The little priest of Felton,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page300">300</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The man in the moon,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page66">66</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The mackerel's cry,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The man in the moon drinks claret,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page309">309</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The man in the wilderness asked me,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page199">199</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The moon nine days old,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page127">127</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The north wind doth blow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page96">96</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The old woman and her pig,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page292">292</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The pettitoes are little feet,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page278">278</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The quaker's wife got up to bake,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page330" id="page330"></a>[page 330]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page312">312</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There once was a gentleman grand,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page22">22</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a fat man of Bombay,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a frog lived in a well,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page110">110</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a girl in our towne,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page119">119</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a jolly miller,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page42">42</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a jolly miller,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page107">107</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a king, and he had three daughters,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page65">65</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a king met a king,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page123">123</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little boy and a little girl,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page228">228</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little boy went into a barn,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page273">273</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little Guinea-pig,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page200">200</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little maid, and she was afraid,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page243">243</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little man,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page36">36</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little man,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page227">227</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little nobby colt,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page299">299</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little one-eyed gunner,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page264">264</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a little pretty lad,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page247">247</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a man, and he had naught,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page36">36</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a man and he was mad,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page203">203</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a man, and his name was Dob,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page190">190</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page113">113</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a man of Newington,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page197">197</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a man rode through our town,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page130">130</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a man who had no eyes,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page127">127</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a monkey climb'd up a tree,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page11">11</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old crow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page259">259</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old man,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page152">152</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old man of Tobago,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page152">152</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page145">145</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old man, who lived in a wood,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page150">150</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page144">144</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page144">144</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page149">149</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman, and what do you think?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page199">199</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page141">141</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page153">153</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman had nothing,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page200">200</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman had three cows,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page276">276</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman had three sons,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page150">150</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman, her name it was Peg,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page143">143</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman in Surrey,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page153">153</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman of Leeds,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page145">145</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman of Norwich,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page153">153</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman sat spinning, <span class="pagenum"><a name="page331" id="page331"></a>[page 331]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page143">143</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page145">145</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page142">142</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was an owl lived in an oak,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page258">258</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There was a piper, he'd a cow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page265">265</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There were three jovial Welshmen,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page161">161</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There were three sisters in a hall,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There were two birds sat on a stone,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page106">106</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>There were two blackbirds,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page167">167</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The robin and the wren,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page268">268</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The rose is red, the grass is green,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page6">6</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The rose is red, the grass is green,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page79">79</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The sow came in with the saddle,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page255">255</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The tailor of Bicester,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page300">300</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The white dove sat on the castle wall,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page97">97</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>The winds, they did blow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page268">268</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>They that wash on Monday,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page72">72</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Thirty days hath September,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page78">78</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Thirty white horses upon a red hill,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>This is the house that Jack built,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page285">285</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>This is the key of the kingdom,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page174">174</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>This is the way the ladies ride,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page189">189</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>This pig went to market,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page172">172</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>This pig went to market,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page182">182</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>This pig went to the barn,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page183">183</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Thomas and Annis met in the dark,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page239">239</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Thomas a Tattamus took two T's,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page126">126</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Three blind mice, see how they run!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page110">110</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Three children sliding on the ice,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page197">197</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Three crooked cripples went through Cripplegate,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page139">139</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Three straws on a staff,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Three wise men of Gotham,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page59">59</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Thumb bold,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page193">193</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page182">182</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tiddle liddle lightum,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page216">216</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tip, top, tower,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page168">168</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page295">295</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page198">198</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>To Beccles! to Beccles!,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page191">191</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>To make your candles last for a',</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page68">68</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>To market ride the gentlemen,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page169">169</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>To market, to market,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page206">206</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>To market, to market,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page211">211</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page307">307</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page221">221</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page332" id="page332"></a>[page 332]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page315">315</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page167">167</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tom he was a piper's son,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page99">99</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tommy kept a chandler's shop,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page62">62</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tommy Trot a man of law,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page230">230</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tom shall have a new bonnet,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page207">207</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tom, Tom, the piper's son,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page42">42</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Trip and go, heave and hoe,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page189">189</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Trip trap over the grass,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page177">177</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page94">94</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'Twas a holiday,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page256">256</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page220">220</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Twelve huntsmen with horns and hounds,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page159">159</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Twelve pears hanging high,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page124">124</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Two broken tradesmen,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page171">171</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Two legs sat upon three legs,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page131">131</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Up at Piccadilly oh!, </td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page89">89</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Up hill and down dale,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page231">231</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page198">198</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Up street, and down street,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page244">244</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Wash hands, wash,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page312">312</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>We are three brethren out of Spain,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page178">178</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Weave the diaper tick-a-tick tick,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page166">166</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>We make no spare,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page4">4</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>We're all dry with drinking on't,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page230">230</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>We're all in the dumps,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page306">306</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>What are little boys made of,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page304">304</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>What care I how black I be,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page226">226</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>What do <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'thay'">they</ins> call you?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page255">255</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>What is the rhyme for poringer?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page10">10</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>What shoe-maker makes shoes without leather,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page126">126</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>What's the news of the day,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page306">306</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When a Twister a twisting will twist him a twist,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page137">137</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When good king Arthur ruled this land,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page2">2</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When I was a little boy, I had but little wit,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page81">81</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When I was a little girl, about seven years old,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page62">62</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When I was taken from the fair body,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page120">120</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When I went up sandy hill,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page134">134</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When Jacky's a very good boy,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page311">311</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When shall we be married,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page229">229</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When the sand doth feed the clay,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page75">75</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When the snow is on the ground,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page259">259</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When the wind is in the east,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page70">70</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>When V and I together meet,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page78">78</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Where are you going, my pretty maid?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page107">107</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Where have you been all the day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page333" id="page333"></a>[page 333]</span></td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page226">226</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Where have you been to-day, Billy, my son,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page242">242</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Where was a sugar and fretty,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page212">212</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle, daughter dear,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page117">117</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Who comes here?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page313">313</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Who goes round my house this night?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page155">155</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Who is going round my sheepfold?,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page173">173</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Whoop, whoop, and hollow,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page167">167</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page307">307</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Willy, Willy Wilkin,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page225">225</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>William and Mary, George and Anne,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page10">10</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Wooley Foster has gone to sea,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page105">105</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td><br />Yeow mussent sing a' Sunday,</td>
+	<td class="right"><br /><a href="#page73">73</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page238">238</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>Young lambs to sell,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page211">211</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+	<td>You shall have an apple,</td>
+	<td class="right"><a href="#page89">89</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/045-840.jpg"><img src="images/045-420.jpg" alt="END" /></a></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<table summary="transcriber note" width="60%" align="center" style="margin-top: 5em;">
+<tr>
+    <td class="note">
+
+<h3>Transcriber's Note</h3>
+
+<p>This book contains a lot of dialect, which has been retained.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>page 42: 'flee' is followed by 'Mr. Flea'. But 'flee' rhymes with 'Dee',
+and has been retained.</p>
+
+<p>page 75, and Index: "driving 's":
+"The art of good driving 's a paradox quite," agrees with both scans,
+and has been retained.</p>
+
+<p>CCCLI.: The second small print explanatory note did not contain quote marks,
+and they have not been added.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>CCCXCII.: 'did'nt' retained: "O then my poor baby did'nt cry!"</p>
+
+<p>CCCCXXXII.: 'would'nt' retained: "The miller would'nt have her,"</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>A few obvious punctuation errors have been repaired.
+Old-fashioned, but correct, punctuation (which agrees with the scans) has been
+retained.</p>
+ <p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>There are, however, some apparently genuine typographical or
+printer's errors.</p>
+
+<h4>Errata</h4>
+
+<p>(Corrections are also indicated, in the text, by a dotted line underneath the correction.</p>
+<p style="margin-top:-1em;">Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text will <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apprear'">appear</ins>.)</p>
+
+<p>page iv: 'doggrel' corrected to 'doggerel': "the place of the ancient
+doggerel"</p>
+
+<p>page 37: 'shin' corrected to 'chin': "No, no, by the hair of my chiny
+chin chin."</p>
+
+<p>page 92: 'buble' corrected to 'bubble': "Jack sing saddle oh,<br />
+        &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blowsey boys bubble oh,"</p>
+
+<p>page 110: Músicks' corrected to Musicks (accent not on original book cover)
+(http://www.pbm.com/~lindahl/ravenscroft/deuteromelia/deut_01small.html)</p>
+
+<p>page 158: 'here' corrected to 'hear': "And hear what time of day;"</p>
+
+<p>page 222: 'scarely' corrected to 'scarcely': "that our endeavours are
+scarcely likely to be attended with success."</p>
+
+<p>page 317: 'sat' corrected to 'sate': "A pie sate on a pear-tree,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;259"</p>
+
+<p>page 321: 'came' corrected to 'come': "Girls and boys, come out to play,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;305"</p>
+
+<p>page 332: 'thay' corrected to 'they': "What do they call you?,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;255"</p>
+
+<p>Sundry "Index" entries have been relocated for consistency.</p>
+
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr class="full" />
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
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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
+
+Author: Various
+
+Illustrator: W. B. Scott
+
+Release Date: May 18, 2010 [EBook #32415]
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND ***
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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 Christicolae 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 'Archaeologia,'
+    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 Linguae Anglicanae," 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 personae_ 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 Roystonianae,' 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: Musicks' 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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