CCCCXXVIII. TWEEDLE-dum and tweedle-dee Which frightened both the heroes so, CCCCXXIX. COME dance a jig To my Granny's pig, CCCCXXX. PUSSICAT, wussicat, with a white foot, When is your wedding? for I'll come to't. The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake, Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late. CCCCXXXI. DING, dong, darrow, The cat and the sparrow; The little dog has burnt his tail, CCCCXXXII. LITTLE Dicky Dilver Had a wife of silver, He took a stick and broke her back, CCCCXXXIII. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, dancing a jig; Ride to the market to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. CCCCXXXIV. DOODLE, doodle, doo, The princess lost her shoe; Her highness hopp'd, The fidler stopped, CCCCXXXV. ROMPTY-iddity, row, row, row, If I had a good supper, I could eat it now. CCCCXXXVI. [Magotty-pie is given in MS. Lands. 1033, fol. 2, as a Wiltshire word for a magpie. See also Macbeth,' act iii, sc. 4. The same term occurs in the dictionaries of Hollyband, Cotgrave, and Minsheu.] ROUND about, round about, Magotty-pie, My father loves good ale, CCCCXXXVII. HIGH, ding, cockatoo-moody, Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee; Two little puppy-dogs tied together; CCCCXXXVIII. [Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be concluded with the Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest favourites-Hey! diddle, diddle. We have endeavoured, as far as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition that could offend the most fastidious ear; but the following annotations on a song we cannot be induced to omit, would appear to suggest that our endeavours are scarely likely to be attended with success.] "HEY! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle وو Yes, thee may say that, for that is non sense. "The cow jumped over the moon Oh no! Mary, thee musn't say that, for that is a falsehood; thee knows a cow could never jump over the moon; but a cow may jump under it; so thee ought to say-The cow jumped under the moon." Yes,— "The cow jumped under the moon; The little dog laughed Oh Mary, stop. How can a little dog laugh? thee knows a little dog can't laugh. Thee ought to say "The little dog barked-to see the sport, And the dish ran after the spoon Stop, Mary, stop. A dish could never run after a spoon; thee ought to know that. Thee had better say-" And the cat ran after the spoon." So, Hey! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jump'd under the moon ; The little dog bark'd, To see the sport, And the cat ran after the spoon! |