CCCCLIX.

Rosemarygreen,And lavender blue,Thyme and sweet marjoram,Hyssop and rue.

Rosemarygreen,

And lavender blue,

Thyme and sweet marjoram,

Hyssop and rue.

"Littlemaid, 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."

"Littlemaid, 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."

I ama 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.

I ama 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.

Birdsof a feather flock together,And so will pigs and swine;Rats and mice will have their choice,And so will I have mine.

Birdsof a feather flock together,

And so will pigs and swine;

Rats and mice will have their choice,

And so will I have mine.

[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-seedI set,Hemp-seed I sow,The young man that I love,Come after me and mow!

Hemp-seedI set,

Hemp-seed I sow,

The young man that I love,

Come after me and mow!

Jack Sprat could eat no fat

JackSprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;And so, betwixt them both, you see,They lick'd the platter clean.

JackSprat could eat no fat,

His wife could eat no lean;

And so, betwixt them both, you see,

They lick'd the platter clean.

LittleJack 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.

LittleJack 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.

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!

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.

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!

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 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.

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.

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, 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, 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, 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!

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!

*This proves the song was not later than the era of chopines, or high cork shoes.

†Another proof of antiquity. It must probably have been written before the invention of bell-pulls.

He.Ifyou 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.

He.Ifyou 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.

He.Ifyou 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.

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.

OnSaturday night,Shall be all my careTo powder my locksAnd curl my hair.On Sunday morningMy love will come in,When he will marry meWith a gold ring.

OnSaturday night,Shall be all my careTo powder my locksAnd curl my hair.

OnSaturday night,

Shall be all my care

To powder my locks

And curl my hair.

On Sunday morningMy love will come in,When he will marry meWith a gold ring.

On Sunday morning

My love will come in,

When he will marry me

With a gold ring.

MasterI 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.

MasterI 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.

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.

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.

Young Roger came tapping on Dolly's window

YoungRoger 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!

YoungRoger 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!

Thomasand 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."

Thomasand Annis met in the dark."Good morning," said Thomas."Good morning," said Annis.And so they began to talk.

Thomasand 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'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 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."

"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."

Sawye 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?

Sawye 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?

[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 hada 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.

I hada little husband,No bigger than my thumb;I put him in a pint pot,And there I bid him drum.

I hada 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 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.

I gave him some garters,

To garter up his hose,

And a little handkerchief,

To wipe his pretty nose.

Canyou 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.

Canyou make me a cambric shirt,Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;Without any seam or needlework?And you shall be a true lover of mine.

Canyou 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 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.

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.

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 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 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.

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.

When you have done and finish'd your work,

Parsley, &c.

Then come to me for your cambric shirt,

And you, &c.

Wherehave 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!

Wherehave 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.

Wherehave 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!

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!

I marriedmy 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.

I marriedmy 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.

I marriedmy 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.

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 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.

She lays her cheese on the scullery shelf,

A tidy, &c.

And she never turns it till it turns itself.

And I hope, &c.

Therewas a little maid, and she was afraid,That her sweetheart would come unto her;So she went to bed, and cover'd up her headAnd fasten'd the door with a skewer.

Therewas 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.

"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 summerWill decay and fade away."

"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 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."

"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."

"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 summerWill decay and fade away."

"Madam, you think much of beauty,

Beauty hasteneth to decay,

For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer

Will decay and fade away."

Upstreet, and down street,Each window's made of glass;If you go to Tommy Tickler's house,You'll find a pretty lass.

Upstreet, and down street,

Each window's made of glass;

If you go to Tommy Tickler's house,

You'll find a pretty lass.

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.

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.

LittleJohn 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?

LittleJohn 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?

LittleJohn 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?

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?

[Cumberland courtship.]

Bonnylass, 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!

Bonnylass, 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!

BessyBell 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.

BessyBell and Mary Gray,*They were two bonny lasses:They built their house upon the lea,And covered it with rashes.

BessyBell 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.

Bessy kept the garden gate,

And Mary kept the pantry:

Bessy always had to wait,

While Mary lived in plenty.

* 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 calledBurn-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."]

Jackand Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down, and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.

Jackand Jill went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down, and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

LittleTom DandyWas my first suitor,He had a spoon and dish,And a little pewter.

LittleTom Dandy

Was my first suitor,

He had a spoon and dish,

And a little pewter.

Therewas a little pretty lad,And he lived by himself,And all the meat he gotHe put upon a shelf.The rats and the miceDid lead him such a life,That he went to IrelandTo get himself a wife.The lanes they were so broad,And the fields they were so narrow,He couldn't get his wife homeWithout a wheelbarrow.The wheelbarrow broke,My wife she got a kick,The deuce take the wheelbarrow,That spared my wife's neck.

Therewas a little pretty lad,And he lived by himself,And all the meat he gotHe put upon a shelf.

Therewas a little pretty lad,

And he lived by himself,

And all the meat he got

He put upon a shelf.

The rats and the miceDid lead him such a life,That he went to IrelandTo get himself a wife.

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 homeWithout a wheelbarrow.

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.

The wheelbarrow broke,

My wife she got a kick,

The deuce take the wheelbarrow,

That spared my wife's neck.

RowleyPowley, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry;When the girls begin to cry,Rowley Powley runs away.

RowleyPowley, pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry;

When the girls begin to cry,

Rowley Powley runs away.

Margaretwrote a letter,Seal'd it with her finger,Threw it in the damFor the dusty miller.Dusty was his coat,Dusty was the siller,Dusty was the kissI'd from the dusty miller.If I had my pocketsFull of gold and siller,I would give it allTo my dusty miller.Chorus.O the little, little,Rusty, dusty, miller.

Margaretwrote 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.

Chorus.O the little, little,

Rusty, dusty, miller.

Loveyour own, kiss your own.Love your own mother, hinny,For if she was dead and gone,You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.

Loveyour own, kiss your own.

Love your own mother, hinny,

For if she was dead and gone,

You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.

Herecomes 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'.

Herecomes a lusty wooer,My a dildin, my a daldin;Here comes a lusty wooer,Lily bright and shine a'.

Herecomes 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'?

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'.

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'.

Then there she is for you,

My a dildin, my a daldin;

Then there she is for you,

Lily bright and shine a'.

O rareHarry 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.

O rareHarry 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.

Blueeye beauty,Grey eye greedy,Black eye blackie,Brown eye brownie.

Blueeye beauty,

Grey eye greedy,

Black eye blackie,

Brown eye brownie.

Curlylocks! 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!

Curlylocks! 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!

Fifteenth Class--Natural History

fancy rule

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.

The cuckoo's a fine bird,He sings as he flies;He brings us good tidings,He tells us no lies.

he 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.

He sucks little birds' eggs,

To make his voice clear;

And when he sings "cuckoo!"

The summer is near.

[A provincial version of the same.]

Thecuckoo'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.

Thecuckoo'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.

I hada 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.

I hada 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.

Thecat 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.

Thecat 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.

I hada 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.

I hada 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.

Pit, Pat, well-a-day,Little Robin flew away;Where can little Robin be?Gone into the cherry tree.

Pit, Pat, well-a-day,

Little Robin flew away;

Where can little Robin be?

Gone into the cherry tree.

LittlePoll ParrotSat in his garret,Eating toast and tea;A little brown mouse,Jumped into the house,And stole it all away.

LittlePoll Parrot

Sat in his garret,

Eating toast and tea;

A little brown mouse,

Jumped into the house,

And stole it all away.

[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.

Snail, snail, come out of your hole,

Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.

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.

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.

Burniebee, burnie bee,Tell me when your wedding be?If it be to-morrow day,Take your wings and fly away.

Burniebee, burnie bee,

Tell me when your wedding be?

If it be to-morrow day,

Take your wings and fly away.

Somelittle 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?"

Somelittle 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?"

Thesow came in with the saddle,The little pig rock'd the cradleThe dish jump'd over the tableTo see the pot with the ladle.The broom behind the buttCall'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.

Thesow 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.

"Whatdo 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."

"Whatdo 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."

AsI 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.

AsI 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.

Fourand 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.

Fourand 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.

[A Dorsetshire version.]

'Twasthe 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.

'Twasthe 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.

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.

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.

Graygoose and gander,Waft your wings together,And carry the good king's daughterOver the one strand river.

Graygoose and gander,

Waft your wings together,

And carry the good king's daughter

Over the one strand river.

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.

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.

I hada 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.

I hada 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.

Allof a row,Bend the bow,Shot at a pigeon,And killed a crow.

Allof a row,

Bend the bow,

Shot at a pigeon,

And killed a crow.

Thecock doth crow,To let you know,If you be wise,'Tis time to rise.

Thecock doth crow,

To let you know,

If you be wise,

'Tis time to rise.

Therewas an owl lived in an oak,Wisky, wasky, weedle;And every word he ever spokeWas fiddle, faddle, feedle.A gunner chanced to come that way,Wisky, wasky, weedle;Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird."Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

Therewas an owl lived in an oak,Wisky, wasky, weedle;And every word he ever spokeWas fiddle, faddle, feedle.

Therewas 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.

A gunner chanced to come that way,

Wisky, wasky, weedle;

Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird."

Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

Whenthe 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.

Whenthe snow is on the ground,Little Robin Red-breast grieves;For no berries can be found,And on the trees there are no leaves.

Whenthe 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.

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.

A piesate 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!

A piesate 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!

[An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.]

Therewas an old crowSat upon a clod:There's an end of my song,That's odd!

Therewas an old crow

Sat upon a clod:

There's an end of my song,

That's odd!

Cuckoo, Cuckoo,What do you do?In AprilI open my bill;In MayI sing night and day;In JuneI change my tune;In JulyAway I fly;In AugustAway I must.

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.

"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."

"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."

Catchhim, 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.

Catchhim, 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.

Dickery, dickery, dare,The pig flew up in the air;The man in brown soon brought him down,Dickery, dickery, dare.

Dickery, dickery, dare,

The pig flew up in the air;

The man in brown soon brought him down,

Dickery, dickery, dare.

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,

She lays eggs for gentlemen;

Gentlemen come every day

To see what my black hen doth lay.

Pussysat by the fire-sideIn a basket full of coal-dust;Bas-ket,Coal-dust,In a basket full of coal-dust!

Pussysat by the fire-side

In a basket full of coal-dust;

Bas-

ket,

Coal-

dust,

In a basket full of coal-dust!

LittleRobin Red-breastSat upon a rail:Niddle naddle went his head,Wiggle waggle went his tail.

LittleRobin Red-breast

Sat upon a rail:

Niddle naddle went his head,

Wiggle waggle went his tail.

LittleRobin Red-breast,Sat upon a hirdle;With a pair of speckled legs,And a green girdle.

LittleRobin Red-breast,

Sat upon a hirdle;

With a pair of speckled legs,

And a green girdle.

Johnny Armstrongkill'd a calf,Peter Henderson got the half;Willy Wilkinson got the head,Ring the bell, the calf is dead!

Johnny Armstrongkill'd a calf,

Peter Henderson got the half;

Willy Wilkinson got the head,

Ring the bell, the calf is dead!

Hiehie, says Anthony,Puss in the pantryGnawing, gnawingA mutton mutton-bone;See now she tumbles it,See now she mumbles it,See how she tossesThe mutton mutton-bone.

Hiehie, 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.

A long-tail'dpig, 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.

A long-tail'dpig, 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.

OnceI 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.

OnceI 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.

[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.

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.

Riddleme, riddle me, ree,A hawk sate upon a tree;And he says to himself, says he,Oh dear! what a fine bird I be.

Riddleme, riddle me, ree,

A hawk sate upon a tree;

And he says to himself, says he,

Oh dear! what a fine bird I be.

[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.

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.

Pussycat 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.

Pussycat 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.

AsI went to Bonner,I met a pigWithout a wig,Upon my word and honour.

AsI went to Bonner,

I met a pig

Without a wig,

Upon my word and honour.

Therewas a little one-eyed gunnerWho kill'd all the birds that died last summer.

Therewas a little one-eyed gunner

Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer.

Therewas a piper, he'd a cow,And he'd no hay to give herHe 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!

Therewas a piper, he'd a cow,And he'd no hay to give herHe took his pipes and played a tune,Consider, old cow, consider!

Therewas 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!

The cow considered very well,

For she gave the piper a penny,

That he might play the tune again,

Of corn rigs are bonnie!

Astitty 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."

Astitty 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."

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