THI HIS is the way the ladies ride: Tri, tre, tre, tree! This is the way the ladies ride : Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree! Vol. I 'HERE was an old woman toss'd THERE basket up Nineteen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom. in a "Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I, "O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?" "To brush the cobwebs off the sky!" "Shall I go with thee?" "Ay, by-and-by." AFFY was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; TA Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home; L ITTLE BO-PEEP has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting. Then up she took her little crook, Determin'd for to find them; She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left all their tails behind 'em. ઢ LITTLE Polly Flinders among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, dancing a jig. Ride to the market to buy a fat hog; |