165.
ROCK a-doodle-doo!
Dame has lost her shoe,
Master 's broke his fiddle-stick,
And don't know what to do.
166. . ,
DOBERT Barnes, fellow fine,
10 Can you shoe this horse of mine?
Yes, good sir, and that I can,
As well as any other man:
There's a nail, and there's a prod,
And now, good sir, your horse is shod.
T ITTLE robin redbreast sat upon a rail,
He noddled with his head, and waggled with
his tail; He noddled with his head, and waggled with his
tail,
As little robin redbreast sat upon a rail.
168.
THE north wind doth blow,
1 And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
Poor thing!
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing-
Poor thing!