CCCCXXXI. DING, dong, darrow, The little dog has burnt his tail, CCCCXXXII. LITTLE Dicky Dilver Had a wife of silver, He took a stick and broke her back, The miller would'nt have her, CCCCXXXIII. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, dancing a jig; Ride to the market to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. CCCCXXXIV. DOODLE, doodle, doo, The princess lost her shoe; Her highness hopp'd, The fidler stopped, Not knowing what to do. CCCCXXXV. ROMPTY-iddity, row, row, row, If I had a good supper, I could eat it now. CCCCXXXVI. [Magotty-pie is given in MS. Lands. 1033, fol. 2, as a Wiltshire word for a magpie. See also Macbeth,' act iii, sc. 4. The same term occurs in the dictionaries of Hollyband, Cotgrave, and Minsheu.] ROUND about, round about, My father loves good ale, CCCCXXXVII. HIGH, ding, cockatoo-moody, Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee; Two little puppy-dogs tied together; CCCCXXXVIII. [Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be concluded with the Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest favourites-Hey! diddle, diddle. We have endeavoured, as far as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition that could offend the most fastidious ear; but the following annotations on a song we cannot be induced to omit, would appear to suggest that our endeavours are scarely likely to be attended with success.] "HEY! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle " Yes, thee may say that, for that is non sense. "The cow jumped over the moon Oh no! Mary, thee musn't say that, for that is a falsehood; thee knows a cow could never jump over the moon; but a cow may jump under it; so thee ought to say "The cow jumped under the moon." Yes, "The cow jumped under the moon; The little dog laughed دو Oh Mary, stop. How can a little dog laugh? thee knows a little dog can't laugh. Thee ought to say "The little dog barked-to see the sport," "And the dish ran after the spoon Stop, Mary, stop. A dish could never run after a spoon; thee ought to know that. Thee had better say-" And the cat ran after the spoon." Hey! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, So, The cow jump'd under the moon ; The little dog bark'd, To see the sport, And the cat ran after the spoon!" CCCCXXXIX. S I was going up Pippen-hill, Pippen-hill was dirty, There I met a pretty miss, And she dropt me a curtsey. Little miss, pretty miss, CCCCXL. BRAVE news is come to town, CCCCXLI. WILLY, Willy Wilkin, Kissed the maids a-milking, Fa, la, la! And with his merry daffing, Ha, ha, ha! CCCCXLII. It's once I courted as pretty a lass, But now she's come to such a pass, She never will do for me. She invited me to her own house, And she tumbled me into the hog-tub, |