THERE And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead ; He went unto the brook, and shot a little duck, And he hit her right through the head, head, head. Then he went home unto his wife Joan, And bid her a good fire make, make, make; For to roast the little duck he had shot at the brook, And he'd go and fetch home the drake, drake, drake. 108. IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, RIDE To see what Tommy can buy; A penny white cake, and a galloping-horse, And a hugey penny pie. 109. ROUND about, round about, maggoty pie; My father loves good beer, so do I. OBERT Rowley rolled a round roll round, ROBERT A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round; Where rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round? LITTLE 111. ITTLE Tom Twig bought a fine bow and arrow; And what did he shoot? Why, a poor little sparrow. Oh, fie, little Tom! with your fine bow and arrow, How cruel to shoot a poor little sparrow! 112. ADY-BIRD, lady-bird, fly away home, LA Your house is on fire, your children at home; They're all burnt but one, and that's little Ann, And she has crept under the warming-pan. 113. To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun; Home again, home again, market is done. PRETTY flower, tell me why All your leaves do open wide Every morning, when on high This is why, my lady fair, If you would the reason know, And the birds on every tree And the busy honey-bee Comes to suck my sugar soon. This is all the reason why Lady, lady, wake and try If I have not told you 118. true. USH a bye, baby, on the tree-top; HUSH When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, 85 RIDE, baby, ride, Pretty baby shall ride, And have little puppy-dog tied to her side, And away she shall ride to see her grandmother; To see her grandmother, in Germantown. 120. THERE was an old woman, who lived in a shoe, THERE She had so many children she did not know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, Then whipt them all soundly, and sent them to bed. 121. LITTLE King Boggen he built a fine hall, Pye-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black puddings and white, And slated with pancakes-you ne'er saw the like. 122. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, jiggety jig. Ride to the market, to buy a fat hog; Home again, home again, jiggetty jog. 86 |