MASTER I have, and I am his man, Master I have, and I am his man, CCCCLXX. I DOUBT, I doubt my fire is out, I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat, YOUNG Roger came tapping at Dolly's window, Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump! He asked for admittance, she answered him "No!" Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump! "No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!" Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump! CCCCLXXII. THOMAS and Annis met in the dark. And so they began to talk. "I'll give you," says Thomas, "Give me," said Annis; "I prithee, love, tell me what?" "Some nuts," said Thomas. "Some nuts," said Annis; "I love you," said Thomas. "Love me!" said Annis; "I prithee love tell me where ? "In my heart," said Thomas. "In your heart!" said Annis "How came you to love me there?" "I'll marry you,” said Thomas. Marry me!" said Annis; "I prithee, love, tell me when?" "Next Sunday," said Thomas. "Next Sunday," said Annis; "I wish next Sunday were come." CCCCLXXIII. SAW ye aught of my love a coming from ye market! A peck of meal upon her back, Saw ye aught of my love a coming from the market? CCCCLXXIV. [This nursery song may probably commemorate a part of Tom Thumb's history, extant in a little Danish work, treating of 'Swain Tomling, a man no bigger than a thumb, who would be married to a woman three ells and three quarters long.' See Mr. Thoms' Preface to 'Tom à Lincoln,' p. xi.] I HAD a little husband, No bigger than my thumb; And there I bid him drum. I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I gave him some garters, CCCCLXXV. CAN you make me a cambric shirt, Can you wash it in yonder well, Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell? Can you dry it on yonder thorn, Parsley, &c. Which never bore blossom since Adam was born? And you, &c. Now you have ask'd me questions three, I hope you'll answer as many for me, Can you find me an acre of land, Parsley, &c. Between the salt water and the sea sand? And you, &c. |