CXCIX. A Swarm of bees in May CC. St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, CCI. To make your candles last for aye, To put 'em out's the only way, CCII. Bounce Buckram velvet's dear; Christmas comes but once a year. CCIII. The tailor of Bisiter, He has but one eye; He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins, CCIV. Needles and pins, needles and pins, CCV. Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree! CCVI. [One version of the following song, which I believe to be the genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580, in a hand of the end of the seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted for the "ears polite" of modern days.] A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds; It's like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, And when the door begins to crack, CCVII. The little Robin Red-breast, And Jenny Wren, Are God Almighty's Cock and hen. |