HUSH-A-BYE, BABY.

HUSH-A-BYE, baby, on a tree-top;

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
When the wind ceases, the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby and cradle and all.

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TRIP UPON TRENCHERS.

OH, DEAR! WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?

OH, dear! what can the matter be?
Dear, dear! what can the matter be?

Oh, dear! what can the matter be ?

Johnny's so long at the fair.

He promised he'd bring me a basket of posies,
A garland of lilies, a garland of roses,

A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons,
That tie up my bonny brown hair.
Oh, dear, &c.

TRIP UPON TRENCHERS.

TRIP upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,
My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;
She bade me tread lightly, and come again quickly,
For fear the young men should do me some harm.

Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,

What naughty tricks they put upon me?
They broke my pitcher,

And spilt the water,

And huffed my mother,

And chid her daughter,

And kissed my sister instead of me.

TO BANBURY CROSS.

RIDE a cockhorse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old woman get up on her horse;
Rings on her fingers, and bells at her toes,
And so she makes music wherever she goes.

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SEE SAW.

RIDING EXERCISE.

HERE goes my lord,

A trot! a trot! a trot! a trot!

Here goes my lady,

A canter!! a canter!! a canter!! a canter!!

Here goes my young master,

Jockey-hitch!!! jockey-hitch!!! jockey-hitch!!!

jockey-hitch!!!

Here comes my young miss,

An amble!!! an amble!!! an amble!!! an amble!!! The footman lags behind to tipple ale and wine, And goes gallop!!! a gallop!!! a gallop!!! to make up his time!

SEE SAW.

SEE saw, sacradown,

Which is the way to London town?

One foot up, and one foot down,
That is the way to London town.

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LADY WIND.

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LADY WIND.

My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,
Went round about the house to find
A chink to put her foot in;

She tried the keyhole in the door,
She tried the crevice in the floor,
And drove the chimney soot in.

And then one night, when it was dark,
She blew up such a tiny spark,

That all the house was pothered;
From it she raised up such a flame,
As flamed away to Belting Lane,

And White Cross folks were smothered.

And thus when once, my little dears,
A whisper reaches itching ears,

The same will come, you'll find;
Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
Remember what old nurse has sung
Of busy Lady Wind!