DXLII.

Shoethe colt,Shoe the colt,Shoe the wild mare,Here a nail,There a nail,Yet she goes bare.

Shoethe colt,

Shoe the colt,

Shoe the wild mare,

Here a nail,

There a nail,

Yet she goes bare.

Betty Pringlehad 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.

Betty Pringlehad 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.

Cock Robingot up early,At the break of day,And went to Jenny's window,To sing a roundelay.He sang Cock Robin's loveTo the pretty Jenny Wren,And when he got unto the end,Then he began again.

Cock Robingot up early,At the break of day,And went to Jenny's window,To sing a roundelay.

Cock Robingot up early,

At the break of day,

And went to Jenny's window,

To sing a roundelay.

He sang Cock Robin's loveTo the pretty Jenny Wren,And when he got unto the end,Then he began again.

He sang Cock Robin's love

To the pretty Jenny Wren,

And when he got unto the end,

Then he began again.

I hadtwo 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.

I hadtwo 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.

Jack Sprat'spig,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.

Jack Sprat'spig,

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.

[The Proverb of Barnaby Bright is given by Ray and Brand as referring to St. Barnabas.]

Barnaby Brighthe 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.

Barnaby Brighthe 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.

Pussycat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,Pussy cat eat the dumplings.Mamma stood by,And cried, Oh, fie!Why did you eat the dumplings?

Pussycat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,

Pussy cat eat the dumplings.

Mamma stood by,

And cried, Oh, fie!

Why did you eat the dumplings?

Therobin and the wren,They fought upon the parrage pan;But ere the robin got a spoon,The wren had eat the parrage down.

Therobin and the wren,

They fought upon the parrage pan;

But ere the robin got a spoon,

The wren had eat the parrage down.

LittleBob Robin,Where do you live?Up in yonder wood, sir,On a hazel twig.

LittleBob Robin,

Where do you live?

Up in yonder wood, sir,

On a hazel twig.

Thewinds 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 bedTo rest my little back.

Thewinds they did blow,The leaves they did wag;Along came a beggar boy,And put me in his bag.

Thewinds 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.

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 bedTo rest my little back.

With apples by the fire,

And nuts for to crack,

Besides a little feather bed

To rest my little back.

I hada 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!

I hada 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!

Inthe month of February,When green leaves begin to spring,Little lambs do skip like fairies,Birds do couple, build, and sing.

Inthe month of February,

When green leaves begin to spring,

Little lambs do skip like fairies,

Birds do couple, build, and sing.

Pussysits 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.

Pussysits 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.

Thedove 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!

Thedove 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!

Bow, wow, wow,Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker's dog,Bow, wow, wow.

Bow, wow, wow,

Whose dog art thou?

Little Tom Tinker's dog,

Bow, wow, wow.

PittyPatty Polt,Shoe the wild colt!Here a nail;And there a nail;Pitty Patty Polt.

PittyPatty Polt,

Shoe the wild colt!

Here a nail;

And there a nail;

Pitty Patty Polt.

Howd' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou,Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou?Hiss! bow, a wow, wow!

Howd' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou,

Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou?

Hiss! bow, a wow, wow!

Bobbin-a-Bobbinbent 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.

Bobbin-a-Bobbinbent 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.

A littlecock 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!

A littlecock 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 littlecock 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.

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!

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!

Snail, snail, put out your horns,I'll give you bread and barleycorns.

Snail, snail, put out your horns,

I'll give you bread and barleycorns.

[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!

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!

Ladybird, 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.

Ladybird, 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.

LittleRobin 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.

LittleRobin 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.

Therewas 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.

Therewas 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.

Snail, snail, shut out your horns;Father and mother are dead:Brother and sister are in the back yard,Begging for barley bread.

Snail, snail, shut out your horns;

Father and mother are dead:

Brother and sister are in the back yard,

Begging for barley bread.

I hada 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.

I hada 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.

Pusseycat 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!"

Pusseycat 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!"

[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.

Cock-a-doodle-do,

My dad's gane to ploo;

Mammy's lost her pudding-poke,

And knows not what to do.

HigglepyPiggleby,My black hen,She lays eggsFor gentlemen;Sometimes nine,And sometimes ten,Higglepy Piggleby,My black hen!

HigglepyPiggleby,

My black hen,

She lays eggs

For gentlemen;

Sometimes nine,

And sometimes ten,

Higglepy Piggleby,

My black hen!

PrettyJohn 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?

PrettyJohn 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?

Jack SpratHad a cat,It had but one ear;It went to buy butter,When butter was dear.

Jack Sprat

Had a cat,

It had but one ear;

It went to buy butter,

When butter was dear.

OnChristmas 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.

OnChristmas 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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

Therewas 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 despairAnd there was an end of her three cows,Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.

Therewas 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.

I'llaway yhame,And tell my dame,That all my geeseAre gane but yane;And it's a steg (gander),And it's lost a leg;And it'll be ganeBy I get yhame.

I'llaway 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.

[Imitated from a pigeon.]

Currdhoo, curr dhoo,Love me, and I'll love you!

Currdhoo, curr dhoo,

Love me, and I'll love you!

I likelittle 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.

I likelittle 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.

Littlecock 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!

Littlecock 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!

Thepettitoes are little feet,And the little feet not big;Great feet belong to the grunting hog,And the pettitoes to the little pig.

Thepettitoes are little feet,

And the little feet not big;

Great feet belong to the grunting hog,

And the pettitoes to the little pig.

Charley Warleyhad a cow.Black and white about the brow;Open the gate and let her go through,Charley Warley's old cow!

Charley Warleyhad a cow.

Black and white about the brow;

Open the gate and let her go through,

Charley Warley's old cow!

I hada 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!

I hada 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 hada 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!

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!

The Cock.Lockthe dairy door,Lock the dairy door!The Hen.Chickle, chackle, chee,I haven't got the key!

The Cock.Lockthe dairy door,

Lock the dairy door!

The Hen.Chickle, chackle, chee,

I haven't got the key!

I hada 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 nowFor all the lady's hire.

I hada 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.

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 boyWho cries in the lane.

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.

Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,Hussy, hussy, let him alone.

Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?

Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!

Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,

Hussy, hussy, let him alone.

Legover leg,As the dog went to Dover;When he came to a stile,Jump he went over.

Legover leg,

As the dog went to Dover;

When he came to a stile,

Jump he went over.

Rowstydowt, 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!

Rowstydowt, 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!

Littleboy 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.

Littleboy 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.

Goosey, goosey, gander,Where shall I wander?Up stairs, down stairs,And in my lady's chamber;There I met an old manThat would not say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him down stairs.

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.

Goosy, goosy, gander,Who stands yonder?Little Betsy Baker;Take her up, and shake her.

Goosy, goosy, gander,

Who stands yonder?

Little Betsy Baker;

Take her up, and shake her.

Sixteenth Class--Accumulative Stories

fancy rule

Isell 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.

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.

[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 Ballshot 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.

John Ballshot them all;John Scott made the shot,But John Ball shot them all.

John Ballshot 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 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 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 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 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 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.

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.

1.Thisis the house that Jack built.2. This is the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.3. This is the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.4. This is the cat,That kill'd the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.5. This is the dog,That worried the cat,That kill'd the rat,That ate the maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

1.Thisis the house that Jack built.

2. This is the maltThat lay in 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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 maltThat 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.

[The original of 'The house that Jack built' is presumed to be a hymn inSepher 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.Akid,a kid, my father bought,For two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.2. Then camethe cat, and ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.3. Then camethe dog, and bit the cat,That ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.4. Then camethe staff, and beat the dog,That bit the cat,That ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.5. Then camethe fire, and burned the staff,That beat the dog,That bit the cat,That ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.6. Then camethe water, and quenched the fire,That burned the staff,That beat the dog,That bit the cat,That ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.7. Then camethe 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 boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.8. Then camethe 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 boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.9. Then camethe 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 boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.10. Then camethe 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 boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

1.Akid,a kid, my father bought,For two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

1.Akid,a kid, my father bought,

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

2. Then camethe cat, and ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

2. Then camethe cat, and ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

3. Then camethe dog, and bit the cat,That ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

3. Then camethe dog, and bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

4. Then camethe staff, and beat the dog,That bit the cat,That ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

4. Then camethe 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 camethe fire, and burned the staff,That beat the dog,That bit the cat,That ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

5. Then camethe 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 camethe water, and quenched the fire,That burned the staff,That beat the dog,That bit the cat,That ate the kid,That my father boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

6. Then camethe 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 camethe 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 boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

7. Then camethe 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 camethe 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 boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

8. Then camethe 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 camethe 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 boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

9. Then camethe 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 camethe 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 boughtFor two pieces of money:A kid, a kid.

10. Then camethe 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.

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.

"Anold 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 fetchme 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."

*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."

Titty Mouseand 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.

Titty Mouseand 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 Mouseand 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 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.

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.

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 Tattyweeps, 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 walnuttree, 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, hesaid, 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.

Seventeenth Class--Local

fancy rule

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!

here 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!

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