CHAPTER XI. SONGS. "WILL THE LOVE THAT YOU'RE SO “THERE RICH IN." HERE was a little man and he woo'd a little maid, And he said, 'Little maid, will you wed-wed -wed? I have little more to say than will you-Yea or Nay? For the least said is soonest mended-ded-ded -ded.' "The little maid replied, some say a little sighed, 'But what shall we have for to eat-eat-eat? Will the love that you're so rich in Make a fire in the kitchen, Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit ?'" "Cock-a-doodle doo, my dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling stick and doesn't know what to do. Cock-a-doodle doo, what is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddling stick she'll dance without her shoe. "Cock-a-doodle doo, my dame has found her shoe, and master's found his fiddling stick. Sing doodle, doodle doo-Cock-a-doodle doo, My dame will dance with you, While master fiddles his fiddling stick The third-century monarch, King Cole, is seriously libelled in the nursery jingle of— "Old King Cole was a merry old soui, A merry old soul was he, He called for his glass, he called for his pipe, "Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out, My little Dame Trot is not at home! Oh my! But I'll saddle my cock and bridle my hen, And fetch my little dame home again! Home again! Home she came, tritty-ti-trot, She asked for some dinner she left in the pot; And the rest she gave to the truckler's dog. "There was a little man and he had a little gun, "He took it home to his wife Joan And bade her a good fire to make, While he went to the brook where he shot the little duck To see if he could shoot the little drake. "The drake was a-swimming With its curly tail, The little man made it his mark, He let off his gun But fired too soon, And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack." The Creole's slave-song to her infant is built on the same lines, and runs― "If you were a little bird I would shoot you. "Oh! my precious little jewel I love you As a hog loves mud." "Some say the devil's dead, And buried in cold harbour; Some say he's alive again, And 'prenticed to a barber." "I had a little pony, his name was Dapple Grey; I would not lend my pony now "Little Blue Betty, she lived in a den, And little Blue Betty she skipped away. TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON. "Tom, he was a piper's son, He learned to play when he was young; And the wind will blow my top-knot off. "Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise "Tom on his pipe did play with such skill That those who heard him could never keep still; Whenever they heard him they began to dance, Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance. |