VOX CIMPLE Simon met a pieman, Let me taste your ware. Show me first your penny. Indeed I have not any. If plums grew on a thistle ; Which made poor Simon whistle. 43. TOM, Tom, the piper's son, 1 Stole a pig, and away he run. PUSSY cat, pussy cat, with a white foot, When is your wedding ? for I'll come to 't. The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake, So, pussy cat, pussy cat, don't be too late. THE fox jump'd up on a moonlight night; 1 The stars were shining, and all things bright; Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night For me to go through the town, e-oh! The fox when he came to yonder stile, From this unto yonder town, e-oh! The fox when he came to the farmer's gate, And long to be picking your bones, e-oh! The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack; From this into yonder town, e-oh! The farmer's wife she jump'd out of bed, For the fox has been through the town, e-oh! The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead, And no more you 'll trouble the town, e-oh! THERE was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink: 49. Eating his Christmas pie; And said, What a good boy am I! |