tree, I'll shed my leaves, so the walnut tree shed all its beautiful green leaves; now there was a little bird perched on one of the boughs of the tree, and when all the leaves fell, it said, Walnut tree, why do you shed your leaves? Oh! said the tree, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, and so I shed my leaves; then said the little bird, I'll moult all my feathers, so he moulted all his pretty feathers; now there was a little girl walking below, carrying a jug of milk for her brothers' and sisters' supper, and when she saw the poor little bird moult all its feathers, she said, Little bird, why do you moult all your feathers? Oh! said the little bird, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree sheds its leaves, and so I moult all my feathers; then said the little girl, I'll spill the milk, so she dropt the pitcher and spilt the milk; now there was an old man just by on the top of a ladder thatching a rick, and when he saw the little girl spill the milk, he

said, Little girl, what do you mean by spilling the milk, your little brothers and sisters must go without their supper; then said the little girl, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree sheds all its leaves, the little bird moults all its feathers, and so I spill the milk; Oh! said the old man, then I'll tumble off the ladder and break my neck, so he tumbled off the ladder and broke his neck; and when the old man broke his neck, the great walnut tree fell down with a crash, and upset the old form and house, and the house falling knocked the window out, and the window knocked the door down, and the door upset the besom, the besom upset the stool, and poor little Tatty Mouse was buried beneath the ruins.

THERE was a little nobby colt,

His name was Nobby Gray;

His head was made of pouce straw,
His tail was made of hay;

He could ramble, he could trot,
He could carry a mustard-pot,
Round the town of Woodstock.
Hey, Jenny, hey!

DXCIX.

KING'S SUTTON is a pretty town,
And lies all in a valley;
There is a pretty ring of bells,
Besides a bowling-alley:
Wine and liquor in good store,
Pretty maidens plenty;

Can a man desire more?

There ain't such a town in twenty.

DC.

THE little priest of Felton,

The little priest of Felton,

He kill'd a mouse within his house,
And ne'er a one to help him.

DCI.

[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called Leap Candle, which is now obsolete See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.]

THE tailor of Bicester,

He has but one eye;

He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,

If he were to try.

DCII.

DICK and Tom, Will and John,
Brought me from Nottingham.

DCIII.

AT Brill on the Hill,
The wind blows shrill,

The cook no meat can dress
At Stow in the Wold
The wind blows cold,-

I know no more than this.

DCIV.

A MAN went a hunting at Reigate,
And wished to leap over a high gate;
Says the owner, "Go round,

With your gun and your hound,

For you never shall leap over my gate.'

DCV.

DRIDDLETY drum, driddlety drum,
There you see the beggars are come;
Some are here, and some are there,
And some are gone to Chidley fair.

DCVI.

LITTLE boy, pretty boy, where was you born? In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.

A half-penny pudding, a penny pie,

A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.