CCCXCIX.

[A favourite lullaby in the north of England fifty years ago, and perhaps still heard. The last word is pronounced bee.]

HUSH-A-BYE, lie still and sleep,
It grieves me sore to see thee weep,
For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,
Hush-a-bye, lie still and bye.

CCCC.

[From Forkshire and Essex. A nursery-cry.-It is also sometimes sung in the streets by boys who have small figures of wool, wood, or gypsum, &c. of lambs to sell.]

YOUNG Lambs to sell!

Young Lambs to sell!

If I'd as much money as I can tell,
I never would cry-Young Lambs to sell!

CCCCI.

[From Yorkshire. A nursery-cry.]

RABBIT, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!
Come, my ladies, come and buy;
Else your babies they will cry.

CCCCII.

To market, to market,

To buy a plum cake;
Home again, home again,
Ne'er a one baked;

The baker is dead and all his men,

And we must go to market again.

CCCCIII.

Rock well my cradle,
And "bee baa," my son;
You shall have a new gown,
When ye lord comes home.

Oh! still my child, Orange,
Still him with a bell;
I can't still him, ladie,

Till you come down yoursell!

CCCCIV.

WHERE was a sugar and fretty?
And where was jewel and spicy?
Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,
And we'll go away in a tricy!

CCCCV.

I'LL buy you a tartan bonnet,
And some feathers to put on it,
Tartan trews and a phillibeg,
Because you are so like your daddy.

[The first line of the following is the burden of a song in the 'Tempest, act i, sc. 2. and also of one in the 'Merchant of Venice,'

act. iii, sc. 2.]

DING, dong bell,

Pussy's in the well!

Who put her in ?

Little Tommy Lin.

Who pulled her out ?

Dog with long snout.

What a naughty boy was that

To drown poor pussy-cat,

Who never did any harm,

But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.

CCCCVII.

HEY ding a ding, what shall I sing?
How many holes in a skimmer?

Four and twenty,—my stomach is empty;
Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.

CCCCVIII.

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe;
My master's lost his fiddling stick,
And don't know what to do.

Cock a doodle doo !

What is my dame to do?

Till master finds his fiddling stick,
She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe,

And master's found his fiddling stick,

Sing doodle doodle doo!

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame will dance with you,

While master fiddles his fiddling stick,

For dame and doodle doo.

Cock a doodle doo!

Dame has lost her shoe;

Gone to bed and scratch'd her head, And can't tell what to do.

CCCCIX.

DIDDLEDY, diddledy, dumpty;
The cat ran up the plum-tree.
I'll lay you a crown

I'll fetch you down;

So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

CCCCX.

LITTLE Tee Wee,
He went to sea
In an open boat;

And while afloat

The little boat bended,

And my story's ended.

CCCCXI.

SING, sing, what shall I sing?
The cat has eat the pudding-string!
Do, do, what shall I do?

The cat has bit it quite in two.