W HEN Arthur first in court began To wear long hanging sleeves, He entertain'd three serving-men; The first he was an Irishman, The Irishman loved usquebaugh, Usquebaugh burnt the Irishman; The Scot was drown'd in ale; The Welshman had like to be choked by a mouse, But he pull❜d it out by the tail. 12 LITTLE Jack Jelf Was put on the shelf Because he would not spell pie; She could not help saying, O fie! And since Master Jelf Was put on the shelf Because he would not spell pie, For I wish him a very good-bye' OF all the birds that ever I see, The owl is the fairest in her degree: For all the day long she sits in a tree, Sir knave to thou! This song is well sung, I make you a vow, And he is a knave that drinketh now. SING 20. ING a song of sixpence, A bag full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbird Baked in a pie. When the pie was open'd, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish The queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; By came a little bird, And snapp'd off her nose. LA In the pleasant fields you lie, Eating grass and daisies white, From the morning until night? Every thing can something do, But what kind of use are you? Nay, my little master, nay, If you had no wool from me. Then the farmer comes at last, When the merry spring is past, And cuts my woolly coat away, To warm you in the winter's day: Little master, this is why In the pleasant fields I lie. |