CCCCXXXV.

ROMPTY-iddity, row, row, row,

If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.

CCCCXXXVI.

[Magotty-pie is given in MS. Lands. 1033, fol. 2, as a Wiltshire word for a magpie. See also Macbeth,' act iii, sc. 4. The same term occurs in the dictionaries of Hollyband, Cotgrave, and Minsheu.]

ROUND about, round about,

Magotty-pie,

My father loves good ale,
And so do I.

CCCCXXXVII.

HIGH, ding, cockatoo-moody,

Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;
High, ding, straps of leather,

Two little puppy-dogs tied together;
One by the head, and one by the tail,
And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

CCCCXXXVIII.

[Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be concluded with the Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest favourites-Hey! diddle, diddle. We have endeavoured, as far as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition that could offend the most fastidious ear; but the following annotations on a song we cannot be induced to omit, would appear to suggest that our endeavours are scarely likely to be attended with success.]

HEY! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle "___

Yes, thee may say that, for that is non

sense.

Oh no! Mary, thee musn't say that, for that is a falsehood; thee knows a cow could never jump over the moon; but a cow may jump under it; so thee ought to say" The cow jumped under the moon. Yes,

"The cow jumped under the moon; The little dog laughed

Oh Mary, stop. How can a little dog laugh? thee knows a little dog can't laugh. Thee ought to say "The little dog barked-to see the sport,"

"And the dish ran after the spoon

Stop, Mary, stop. A dish could never run after a spoon; thee ought to know that. Thee had better say-" And the cat ran after the spoon." So,

'Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jump'd under the moon ;
The little dog bark'd,

To see the sport,

And the cat ran after the spoon!"

S

CCCCXXXIX.

As I was going up Pippen-hill,
Pippen-hill was dirty,

There I met a pretty miss,
And she dropt me a curtsey.

Little miss, pretty miss,
Blessings light upon you!
If I had half-a-crown a day,
I'd spend it all on you.

CCCCXL.

BRAVE news is come to town,
Brave news is carried;
Brave news is come to town,
Jemmy Dawson's married.

CCCCXLI.

WILLY, Willy Wilkin,

Kissed the maids a-milking,

Fa, la, la!

And with his merry daffing,
He set them all a laughing,

Ha, ha, ha!

CCCCXLII.

It's once I courted as pretty a lass,

As ever your eyes did see;

But now she's come to such a pass,

She never will do for me.

She invited me to her own house,
Where oft I'd been before,

And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,
And I'll never go there any more.

CCCCXLIII.

SYLVIA, Sweet as morning air,
Do not drive me to despair:
Long have I sighed in vain,
Now I am come again,

Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,-
Will you be mine or no?

Simon pray leave off your suit,

For of your courting you'll reap no fruit;
I would rather give a crown
Than be married to a clown;
Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,--
Go, for a booby, go.

CCCCXLIV.

WHAT care I how black I be,
Twenty pounds will marry me;
If twenty won't, forty shall,
I am my mother's bouncing girl!

CCCCXLV.

"WHERE have you been all the day, My boy Willy P"

"I've been all the day,

Courting of a lady gay:

But oh! she's too young
To be taken from her mammy."