LXXVII. THE man in the moon, He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With supping cold pease-porridge. LXXVIII. OUR saucy boy Dick, Had a nice little stick Cut from a hawthorn tree; A boy much bigger than he. But the boy turned round, Which did so frighten poor Dick, That, without more delay, He ran quite away, And over a hedge he jumped quick. LXXIX. Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy, For kicking and for sprawling none her could come nigh; She could trot, she could amble, and could canter here and there, But one night she strayed away-so Moss lost his mare. Moss got up next morning to catch her fast asleep, And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep. Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there, So I'll tell you by and bye, how Moss caught his mare. Rise! stupid, rise! he thus to her did say; Arise, you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay, For I must ride you to the town, so don't lie sleeping there; C He put the halter round her neck-so Moss caught his mare. ST LXXX. T. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair, LXXXI. To make your candles last for a', LXXXII. Ir wishes were horses, I would wear one by my side. LXXXIII. [Hours of sleep.] NATURE requires five, Laziness takes nine, And Wickedness eleven. LXXXIV. THREE straws on a staff, Would make a baby cry and laugh. LXXXV. SEE a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck; Bad luck you'll have all the day! LXXXVI. Go to bed first, a golden purse; LXXXVII. WHEN the wind is in the east, LXXXVIII. ; BOUNCE BUCKRAM, velvet's dear LXXXIX. [One version of the following song, which I believe to be the genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580, between the lines of a fragment of an old charter, originally used for binding the book, in a hand of the end of the seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted for the "ears polite" of modern days.] A MAN of words and not of deeds, |