Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest,

To count my gold and silver when I am gone to rest,

If you will but walk abroad with me,
If will but talk with me.

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Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest, To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest,

And I will walk abroad with thee,
And I will talk with thee!

CCCCLXVII.

He. IF you with me will go, my love,
You shall see a pretty show, my love,
Let dame say what she will:

If you will have me, my love,
I will have thee, my love,

So let the milk-pail stand still.

She. Since you have said so, my love,
Longer I will go, my love,

Let dame say what she will:

If you will have me, my love,
I will have thee, my love,

So let the milk-pail stand still.

CCCCLXVIII.

ON Saturday night,
Shall be all my care
To powder my locks
And curl my hair.

On Sunday morning

My love will come in,

When he will marry me
With a gold ring.

CCCCLXIX.

MASTER I have, and I am his man,
Gallop a dreary dun;

Master I have, and I am his man,
And I'll get a wife as fast as I can ;
With a heighly gaily gamberally,
Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
Gallop a dreary dun.

CCCCLXX.

I DOUBT, I doubt my fire is out,

My little wife isn't at home;

I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat, And I'll go fetch my little wife home.

YOUNG Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,

Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump!

He asked for admittance, she answered him "No!"

Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump

"No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!"

Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump!

CCCCLXXII.

THOMAS and Annis met in the dark.

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Good morning," said Thomas.

Good morning," said Annis.

And so they began to talk.

"I'll give you," says Thomas, Give me," said Annis;

"I prithee, love, tell me what?” "Some nuts," said Thomas.

"Some nuts," said Annis;

"Nuts are good to crack."

"I love you," said Thomas.

Love me!" said Annis;

"I prithee love tell me where ?" "In my heart," said Thomas. "In your heart!" said Annis;

How came you to love me there?"

'I'll marry you," said Thomas. Marry me!" said Annis;

"I prithee, love, tell me when ?" Next Sunday," said Thomas. "Next Sunday," said Annis;

"I wish next Sunday were come."

CCCCLXXIII.

SAW ye aught of my love a coming from ye market!

A peck of meal upon her back,

A babby in her basket;

Saw ye aught of my love a coming from the market?

CCCCLXXIV.

[This nursery song may probably commemorate a part of Tom Thumb's history, extant in a little Danish work, treating of 'Swain Tomling, a man no bigger than a thumb, who would be married to a woman three ells and three quarters long.' See Mr. Thoms' Preface to Tom à Lincoln,' p. xi.]

I HAD a little husband,

No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot,
And there I bid him drum.

I bought a little horse,

That galloped up and down;
I bridled him, and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.

I gave him some garters,
To garter up his hose,
And a little handkerchief,
To wipe his pretty nose.