396. AT Brill on the Hill, The wind blows shrill, The cook no meat can dress; The wind blows cold,- I know no more than this. 397. A MAN went a hunting at Reigate, With your gun and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate." 398. THE little priest of Felton, He kill'd a mouse within his house, 399. [The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been in his time sung by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called Leap Candle, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's "Anecdotes and Traditions," p. 96.] THE tailor of Bicester, He has but one eye; He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins, If he were to try. R 400. KING'S SUTTON is a pretty town, Can a man desire more? There ain't such a town in twenty. 401. DICK and Tom, Will and John 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. 403. Goosy goosy gander, Who stands yonder? 404. GOOSEY goosey gander, And in my lady's chamber; That would not say his prayers; 405. BABY and I Were baked in a pie, The gravy was wonderful hot: To the baker that day, And so we crept out of the pot. 406. WHAT are little boys made of, 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. 407. go! BLOW, wind, blow! and go, mill, And into rolls make it, And send us some hot in the morn. 408. WHEN Jacky's a very good boy, 409. THE Quaker's wife got up to bake, She gave them every one a cake, 410. WHO Comes here? A grenadier. Where's your money? I've forgot. Get you gone, You drunken sot! |