DCCIII.

To market, to market, to buy a plum cake,
Back again, back again, baby is late;
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Back again, back again, market is done.

Can a man desire more?

There ain't such a town in twenty.

DCCVIII.

THE little priest of Felton,

The little priest of Felton,

He killed a mouse within his house,
And ne'er a one to help him!!

DCCIX.

[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' “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.

DCCX.

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

DCCXI.

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.

DCCXII.

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."

My father and mother, my uncle and aunt,

Be all gone to Norton, but little Jack and I.