King's Suttonis 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.
King's Suttonis 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.
King's Suttonis 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.
Thelittle priest of Felton,The little priest of Felton,He kill'd a mouse within his house,And ne'er a one to help him.
Thelittle priest of Felton,The little priest of Felton,He kill'd a mouse within his house,And ne'er a one to help him.
Thelittle priest of Felton,
The little priest of Felton,
He kill'd a mouse within his house,
And ne'er a one to help him.
[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport calledLeap Candle, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.]
[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport calledLeap Candle, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.]
Thetailor of Bicester,He has but one eye;He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,If he were to try.
Thetailor of Bicester,He has but one eye;He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,If he were to try.
Thetailor of Bicester,
He has but one eye;
He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,
If he were to try.
Dickand Tom, Will and John,Brought me from Nottingham.
Dickand Tom, Will and John,Brought me from Nottingham.
Dickand Tom, Will and John,
Brought me from Nottingham.
AtBrill on the Hill,The wind blows shrill,The cook no meat can dress;At Stow in the WoldThe wind blows cold,—I know no more than this.
AtBrill on the Hill,The wind blows shrill,The cook no meat can dress;At Stow in the WoldThe wind blows cold,—I know no more than this.
AtBrill 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.
A manwent 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."
A manwent 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."
A manwent 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."
Driddletydrum, driddlety drum,There you see the beggars are come;Some are here, and some are there,And some are gone to Chidley fair.
Driddletydrum, driddlety drum,There you see the beggars are come;Some are here, and some are there,And some are gone to Chidley fair.
Driddletydrum, driddlety drum,
There you see the beggars are come;
Some are here, and some are there,
And some are gone to Chidley fair.
Littleboy, 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.
Littleboy, 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.
Littleboy, 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.
Myfather 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.
Myfather and mother,My uncle and aunt,Be all gone to Norton,But little Jack and I.
Myfather 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.
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.
I lostmy 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.
I lostmy 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.
I lostmy 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.
Cripple Dickupon a stick,And Sandy on a sow,Riding away to Galloway,To buy a pound o' woo.
Cripple Dickupon a stick,And Sandy on a sow,Riding away to Galloway,To buy a pound o' woo.
Cripple Dickupon a stick,
And Sandy on a sow,
Riding away to Galloway,
To buy a pound o' woo.
Littlelad, little lad, where wast thou born?Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.
Littlelad, little lad, where wast thou born?Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.
Littlelad, little lad, where wast thou born?
Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.
Eighteenth Class--Relics
fancy rule
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.
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.
T
he 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.
Hink, minx! the old witch winks,The fat begins to fry:There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,Father, mother, and I.
Hink, minx! the old witch winks,The fat begins to fry:There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,Father, mother, and I.
Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry:
There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, mother, and I.
Babyand IWere baked in a pie,The gravy was wonderful hot:We had nothing to payTo the baker that day,And so we crept out of the pot.
Babyand IWere baked in a pie,The gravy was wonderful hot:We had nothing to payTo the baker that day,And so we crept out of the pot.
Babyand 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.
Whatare 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.
Whatare 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.
Whatare 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.
Ifa body meet a body,In a field of fitches;Can a body tell a bodyWhere a body itches?
Ifa body meet a body,In a field of fitches;Can a body tell a bodyWhere a body itches?
Ifa body meet a body,
In a field of fitches;
Can a body tell a body
Where a body itches?
Charleywag,Eat the pudding and left the bag.
Charleywag,Eat the pudding and left the bag.
Charleywag,
Eat the pudding and left the bag.
Girlsand 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.
Girlsand 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.
Girlsand 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.
Hannah Bantryin the pantry,Eating a mutton bone;How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,When she found she was alone!
Hannah Bantryin the pantry,Eating a mutton bone;How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,When she found she was alone!
Hannah Bantryin the pantry,
Eating a mutton bone;
How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,
When she found she was alone!
Rain, rain, go away,Come again another day;Little Arthur wants to play.
Rain, rain, go away,Come again another day;Little Arthur wants to play.
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day;
Little Arthur wants to play.
Littlegirl, 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.
Littlegirl, 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.
Littlegirl, 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.
Hark, hark,The dogs do bark,Beggars are coming to town;Some in jags,Some in rags,And some in velvet gowns.
Hark, hark,The dogs do bark,Beggars are coming to town;Some in jags,Some in rags,And some in velvet gowns.
Hark, hark,
The dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town;
Some in jags,
Some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns.
We'reall 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.
We'reall 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.
We'reall 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.
What'sthe news of the day,Good neighbour, I pray?They say the balloonIs gone up to the moon.
What'sthe news of the day,Good neighbour, I pray?They say the balloonIs gone up to the moon.
What'sthe news of the day,
Good neighbour, I pray?
They say the balloon
Is gone up to the moon.
LittleMary 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.
LittleMary 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.
LittleMary 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.
Shakea leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
Shakea leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
Shakea leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?
At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
Willyboy, 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.
Willyboy, 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.
Willyboy, 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.
Tomarket, 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.
Tomarket, 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.
Tomarket, 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.
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.
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.
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.
Howmany days has my baby to play?Saturday, Sunday, Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
Howmany days has my baby to play?Saturday, Sunday, Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
Howmany days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
Daffy-down-dillyhas come up to town,In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
Daffy-down-dillyhas come up to town,In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
Daffy-down-dillyhas come up to town,
In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
LittleTom TuckerSings for his supper;What shall he eat?White bread and butter.How shall he cut itWithout e'er a knife?How will he be marriedWithout e'er a wife?
LittleTom TuckerSings for his supper;What shall he eat?White bread and butter.How shall he cut itWithout e'er a knife?How will he be marriedWithout e'er a wife?
LittleTom 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?
I canweave diaper thick, thick, thick,And I can weave diaper thin,I can weave diaper out of doorsAnd I can weave diaper in.
I canweave diaper thick, thick, thick,And I can weave diaper thin,I can weave diaper out of doorsAnd I can weave diaper in.
I canweave diaper thick, thick, thick,
And I can weave diaper thin,
I can weave diaper out of doors
And I can weave diaper in.
[The following is quoted in the song of Mad Tom. See my introduction to Shakespeare's Mids. Night's Dream, p. 55.]
Theman 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.
Theman 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.
Theman 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.
[A marching air.]
Darbyand Joan were dress'd in black,Sword and buckle behind their back;Foot for foot, and knee for knee,Turn about Darby's company.
Darbyand Joan were dress'd in black,Sword and buckle behind their back;Foot for foot, and knee for knee,Turn about Darby's company.
Darbyand Joan were dress'd in black,
Sword and buckle behind their back;
Foot for foot, and knee for knee,
Turn about Darby's company.
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.
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.
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.
Ifall the seas were one sea,What agreatsea that would be!And if all the trees were one tree,What agreattree that would be!And if all the axes were one axe,What agreataxe that would be!And if all the men were one man,What agreatman he would be!And if thegreatman took thegreataxe,And cut down thegreattree,And let it fall into thegreatsea,What a splish splashthatwould be!
Ifall the seas were one sea,What agreatsea that would be!And if all the trees were one tree,What agreattree that would be!And if all the axes were one axe,What agreataxe that would be!And if all the men were one man,What agreatman he would be!And if thegreatman took thegreataxe,And cut down thegreattree,And let it fall into thegreatsea,What a splish splashthatwould be!
Ifall the seas were one sea,
What agreatsea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What agreattree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What agreataxe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What agreatman he would be!
And if thegreatman took thegreataxe,
And cut down thegreattree,
And let it fall into thegreatsea,
What a splish splashthatwould be!
I hada 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.
I hada 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.
I hada 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.
Thebarber shaved the mason,As I supposeCut off his nose,And popp'd it in a basin.
Thebarber shaved the mason,As I supposeCut off his nose,And popp'd it in a basin.
Thebarber shaved the mason,
As I suppose
Cut off his nose,
And popp'd it in a basin.
LittleTommy 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.
LittleTommy 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.
LittleTommy 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.
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.
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.
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.
ParsonDarby 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!
ParsonDarby 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!
ParsonDarby 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!
WhenJacky'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.
WhenJacky'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.
WhenJacky'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.
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.
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.
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.
Thequaker's wife got up to bake,Her children all about her,She gave them every one a cake,And the miller wants his moulter.
Thequaker's wife got up to bake,Her children all about her,She gave them every one a cake,And the miller wants his moulter.
Thequaker's wife got up to bake,
Her children all about her,
She gave them every one a cake,
And the miller wants his moulter.
Wash, hands, wash,Daddy's gone to plough,If you want your hands wash'd,Have them wash'd now.
Wash, hands, wash,Daddy's gone to plough,If you want your hands wash'd,Have them wash'd now.
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.]
[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.]
Mylittle 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.
Mylittle 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.
Mylittle 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.
Whocomes here?A grenadier.What do you want?A pot of beer.Where is your money?I've forgot.Get you gone,You drunken sot!
Whocomes here?A grenadier.What do you want?A pot of beer.Where is your money?I've forgot.Get you gone,You drunken sot!
Whocomes here?
A grenadier.
What do you want?
A pot of beer.
Where is your money?
I've forgot.
Get you gone,
You drunken sot!
Goto bed, Tom!Go to bed, Tom!Drunk or sober,Go to bed, Tom!
Goto bed, Tom!Go to bed, Tom!Drunk or sober,Go to bed, Tom!
Goto bed, Tom!
Go to bed, Tom!
Drunk or sober,
Go to bed, Tom!
AsI went over the water,The water went over me,I heard an old woman crying,Will you buy some furmity?
AsI went over the water,The water went over me,I heard an old woman crying,Will you buy some furmity?
AsI went over the water,
The water went over me,
I heard an old woman crying,
Will you buy some furmity?
Highdiddle doubt, my candle out,My little maid is not at home:Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,And fetch my little maid home.
Highdiddle doubt, my candle out,My little maid is not at home:Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,And fetch my little maid home.
Highdiddle doubt, my candle out,
My little maid is not at home:
Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maid home.
Aroundthe 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.
Aroundthe 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.
Aroundthe 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.
AsI 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.
AsI 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.
AsI 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.
OldSir Simon the king,And young Sir Simon the 'squire,And old Mrs. HickaboutKicked Mrs. KickaboutRound about our coal fire!
OldSir Simon the king,And young Sir Simon the 'squire,And old Mrs. HickaboutKicked Mrs. KickaboutRound about our coal fire!
OldSir Simon the king,
And young Sir Simon the 'squire,
And old Mrs. Hickabout
Kicked Mrs. Kickabout
Round about our coal fire!
A goodchild, a good child,As I suppose you be,Never laughed nor smiledAt the tickling of your knee.
A goodchild, a good child,As I suppose you be,Never laughed nor smiledAt the tickling of your knee.
A goodchild, a good child,
As I suppose you be,
Never laughed nor smiled
At the tickling of your knee.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddleIf 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 dayMy fiddle and I have had.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddleIf ever thou mean to thrive;Nay, I'll not give my fiddle,To any man alive.
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 dayMy fiddle and I have had.
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.
Blenkymy nutty-cock,Blenk him away;My nutty-cock's neverBeen 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.
Blenkymy nutty-cock,Blenk him away;My nutty-cock's neverBeen 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.
Blenkymy 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.
Tomarket, 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.
Tomarket, 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.
Tomarket, 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.
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.
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.
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.
Howdo 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?
Howdo 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?
Howdo 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?
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