LXIV. I'LL tell you a story About Jack his brother,- LXV. [The "foles of Gotham" are mentioned as early as the fifteenth century in the 'Townley Mysteries;' and, at the commencement of the sixteenth century, Dr. Andrew Borde made a collection of stories about them, not however, including the following, which rests on the authority of nursery tradition.] THREE wise men of Gotham And if the bowl had been stronger, LXVI. [The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same piece, are often found separated from each other.] ROBIN and Richard were two pretty men ; They laid in bed till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky, Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high: The bull's in the barn threshing the corn, The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn, The cat's at the fire frying of fish, The dog's in the pantry breading his dish. LXVII. My lady Wind, my lady Wind, And then one night when it was dark, That all the house was pothered: And White Cross folks were smothered. And thus when once, my little dears, The same will come, you'll find : LXVIII. Old Abram Brown is dead and gone, LXIX. A DOG and a cock, A journey once took, They travell❜d along till 'twas late; The dog he made free In the hollow of a tree, And the cock on the boughs of it sate. The cock nothing knowing, In the morn fell a crowing, Upon which comes a fox to the tree; Says he, I declare, Your voice is above, All the creatures I ever did see. Oh! would you come down I the fav'rite might own, Said the cock, there's a porter below; If you will go in, I promise I'll come down. So he went-and was worried for it too. LXX. LITTLE Tom Tittlemouse, Lived in a bell-house; The bell-house broke, And Tom Tittlemouse woke. LXXII. WHEN I was a little girl, about seven years old, I hadn't got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold; So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town, And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown. I went into the woods and built me a kirk, And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work; The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone, The dove, with her rough bill, brought me them home: The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk, The bullfinch play'd the organ, and we made merry work. LXXIII. PEMMY was a pretty girl, Pemmy had a pretty nose, |