IN 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 Their eyes open they scarce could contrive; And 't was thought what they eat 131. TO market ride the gentlemen, Ꭲ So do we, so do we; Then comes the country clown, Hobbledy gee, hobbledy gee: First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim; Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim; Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trop. AT a cake, pat a cake, baker's man, PAT Make me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, And send it home for Tommy and me. GIRL 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. 134. [EY, diddle, dout, my candle 's out, HEY My little maid is not at home; DIDDLETY, diddlety, dumpty, The cat ran up the plum-tree; To fetch her down, Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty. 136. DING, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well! Who put her in? Little Tommy Lin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that, Who tried to drown poor pussy cat, That never did him any harm, But kill'd the mice in his father's barn! 137. ONE, two, three, four, five, I caught a hare alive; Six, seven, eight, nine, ten THERE And he was wondrous wise, He jump'd into a quickset hedge, And scratch'd out both his eyes; But when he saw his eyes were out JAAAL papap OME, good Mr. Watts, COME Will We are troubled with rats, you drive them out of the house? We have mice too in plenty, That feed in the pantry; But let them stay And nibble away; What harm's in a little brown mouse? 143. HAD a little hobby horse, And it was dapple gray; Its head was made of pea-straw, I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without a new coat. 94 |