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THERE was a little guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big; He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away,
He often squeaked; was sometimes vi’lent;
One day, as I am certified,
And, as I am told by men of sense, · He never has been living since.
D Come under my hat, And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake,
I'll give you a cake, If I am not mistaken.
Fly away, Jack!
Put on the pot,
130. TN a cottage in Fife
I Lived a man and his wife, Who, believe me, were comical folk;
For, to people's surprise,
They both saw with their eyes, And their tongues moved whenever they spoke.
When quite fast asleep,
I've been told, that to keep
They walk'd on their feet,
And ’t was thought what they eat Help’d, with drinking, to keep them alive.
Hobbledy gee, hobbledy gee:
DAT a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,
133. AIRLS and boys, come out to play, U The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street. Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will, or not at all. Up the ladder, and down the wall, A halfpenny roll will serve us all. You'll find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.