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He sent me a goose, without a bone;
He sent me a cherry, without a stone.

Petrum, &c.

He sent me a Bible, no man could read; He sent me a blanket, without a thread. Petrum, &c.

How could there be a goose without a bone ? How could there be a cherry without a stone?

Petrum, &c.

How could there be a Bible no man could

read ?

How could there be a blanket without a

thread?

Petrum, &c.

When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;

When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.

[blocks in formation]

Petrum, &c.

Bible is in ye press no man it can

When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there

is no thread.

Petrum, &c.

CCCLXXVI.

THERE was a man and he was mad,
And he jump'd into a pea-swad;
The pea-swad was over-full,
So he jump'd into a roaring bull;
The roaring bull was over-fat,
So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;
The gentleman's hat was over-fine,
So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;
The bottle of wine was over-dear,
So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;
The bottle of beer was over-thick,
So he jump'd into a club-stick;
The club-stick was over-narrow,
So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;
The wheel-barrow began to crack,
So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;
The hay-stack began to blaze,

So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!

CCCLXXVII.

I SAW a ship a-sailing,

A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty things for thee!

*The pod or shell of a pea.

There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,

And the masts were made of gold:

The four-and-twenty sailors,

That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice, With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,

With a packet on his back; And when the ship began to move, The captain said, "Quack! quack!"

CCCLXXVIII.

BARNEY BODKIN broke his nose,
Without feet we can't have toes;
Crazy folks are always mad,
Want of money makes us sad.

CCCLXXIX.

Ir a man who turnips cries
Cries not when his father dies,
It is a proof that he would rather
Have a turnip than his father.

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CCCLXXX.

USHY baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,

And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;

Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,

Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.

CCCLXXXI.

DANCE, little baby, dance up high,
Never mind, baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little baby, there you go;
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and
round;

Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!

CCCLXXXII.

[The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,' fol., London, 1611, p. 3.]

To market, to market,

To buy a plum bun :
Home again, come again,
Market is done.

CCCLXXXIII.

DANCE to your daddy,

My little babby,

Dance to your daddy,
My little lamb.

You shall have a fishy

In a little dishy;
You shall have a fishy

When the boat comes in.

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