Heigho, says Rowley,

Whether his mother would let him or no.

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

So off he set with his opera hat,

Heigho, says Rowley,

And on the road he met with a rat.

With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,

Heigho, says Rowley,

Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"

With a rowley powley, &c.

When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,

Heigho, says Rowley,

They gave a loud knock and they gave a loud call.

With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"

Heigho, says Rowley,

Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."

With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?

Heigho, says Rowley,

For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."

With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?

Heigho, says Rowley,

But let it be something that's not very long."

With a rowley powley, &c.

"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the frog,

Heigho, says Rowley,

"A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog."

With a rowley powley, &c.

"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,

Heigho, says Rowley,

"I'll sing you a song that I have just made.”

With a rowley powley, &c.

But while they were all a merry-making,

Heigho, says Rowley,

A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.

With a rowley powley, &c.

The cat she seized the rat by the crown;

Heigho, says Rowley,

The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.

With a rowley powley, &c.

This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,

Heigho, says Rowley,

He tock up his hat, and he wished them good night.

With a rowley powley, &c.

But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,

Heigho, says Rowley

A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.

With a rowley powley, &c.

So there was an end of one, two, and three,
Heigho, says Rowley,

The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

[Song of a little boy while passing his hour of solitude in a corn-field.] AWAY, birds, away!

Take a little, and leave a little,

And do not come again;

For if you do,

I will shoot you through,

And there is an end of you.

And they would go ahunting

All on a summer's day.

All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find

But a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing with the wind.

One said it was a ship,
The other said Nay;

The third said it was a