64.

SOLOMON GRUNDY,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday:
This is the end

Of Solomon Grundy.

65.

JACK SPRAT

Had a cat,

It had but one ear;

It went to buy butter,

When butter was dear.

66.

THERE was a king, and he had three daughters,

And they all lived in a basin of water;

The basin bended,

My story's ended.

If the basin had been stronger,

My story would have been longer.

67.

I SAW a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden

With pretty things for thee!

There were comforts in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,

And the masts were made of gold:

The four-and-twenty sailors,

That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice, With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,

With a packet on his back;

And when the ship began to move, The captain said, "Quack! quack!"

ST. SWITHIN's day, if thou dost rain,
For forty days it will remain:
St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,
For forty days 'twill rain na mair.

69.

To make your candles last for a', You wives and maids give ear-o! To put 'em out's the only way, Says honest John Boldero.

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70.

[The following is quoted in Miege's "Great French Dictionary," fol Lond. 1687, 2d part.]

A SWARM of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June

Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.

71.

THEY that wash on Monday
Have all the week to dry;
They that wash on Tuesday
Are not so much awry;
They that wash on Wednesday
Are not so much to blame;
They that wash on Thursday,

Wash for shame;

They that wash on Friday,

Wash in need;

And they that wash on Saturday,

Oh! they're sluts indeed.

72.

NEEDLES and pins, needles and pins,
When a man marries, his trouble begins.

73.

[One version of the following song, which I believe to be the genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580, between the lines of a fragment of an old charter, originally used for binding the book, in a hand of the end of the seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted for the "ears polite" of modern days.]

A MAN of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds;
And when the weeds begin to grow,
It's like a garden full of snow;
And when the snow begins to fall,
It's like a bird upon the wall;
And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky;
And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at the door;
And when the door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back;
And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a penknife in your heart;
And when your heart begins to bleed,
You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.

74.

HE that would thrive

Must rise at five;

He that hath thriven

May lie till seven ;

And he that by the plough would thrive,

Himself must either hold or drive.