Wood and clay will wash away,
Dance o'er my lady lee;
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with stone so strong,
Dance o'er my lady lee;
Huzza! 't will last for ages long,
With a gay lady.

110.

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,

And what will poor Robin do then?

He'll sit in a barn,

Poor thing!

And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing.

111.

Poor thing!

[From W. Wager's play, called "The longer thou livest, the more foole thou art," 4to., Lond.]

THE white dove sat on the castle wall,
I bend my bow and shoot her, I shall;

I put her in my glove, both feathers and all;
I laid my bridle upon the shelf,

If you will any more, sing it yourself.

112.

WOOLEY FOSTER has gone to sea,
With silver buckles at his knee,
When he comes back he'll marry me,
Bonny Wooley Foster.

Wooley Foster has a cow,
Black and white about the mow,
Open the gates and let her through,
Wooley Foster's ain cow.

Wooley Foster has a hen,

Cockle button, cockle ben,

She lays eggs for gentlemen,

But none for Wooley Foster.

113.

[The following catch is found in Ben Jonson's "Masque of Oberon," and is a most common nursery song at the present day.]

G*

Buz, quoth the blue fly,

Hum, quoth the bee,
Buz and hum they cry,

And so do we:
In his ear, in his nose,
Thus, do you see?
He ate the dormouse,
Else it was he.

114.

JOHNNY shall have a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair.
And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny,
As well as another body?
And here's a foot for a stocking,
And here is a foot for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.
And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny,
As well as another body?

115.

As I was walking o'er little Moorfields,
I saw St. Paul's a running on wheels,

With a fee, fo, fum.

Then for further frolics I'll go to France, While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance, With a fee, fo, fum.

116.

Ir's once I courted as pretty a lass,
As ever your eyes did see;

But now she's come to such a pass,
She never will do for me.

She invited me to her own house,
Where oft I'd been before,

And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,
And I'll never go there any more.

117.

From "Histrio-mastix, or the Player Whipt," 4to., Lond. 1610. Mr. Rimbault tells me this is common in Yorkshire.]

SOME up, and some down,

There's players in the town,

You wot well who they be;

The sun doth arise,

To three companies,

One, two, three, four, make wee!

Besides we that travel,

With pumps full of gravel,
Made all of such running leather:
That once in a week,

New masters we seek,

And never can hold together.

118.

[Douce, in his MS. Additions to Ritson's "Gammer Gurton's Garland," gives one version of the following song, in which Jack Straw is introduced in the chorus.]

My father he died, but I can't tell you how, He left me six horses to drive in my plough: With my wing wang waddle oh,

Jack sing saddle oh,

Blowsey boys bubble oh,

Under the broom.

I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow, I'd fain have made a fortune, but did not know how:

With my, &c.

I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf; I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:

With my, &c.

I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner

sat:

With my, &c.

I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse; He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:

With my, &c.