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JOHN SMITH.

FAIRIES.

WHERE the scythe cuts and the sock rives,
Ha'e done with fairies and bee bykes!

HE who tills the fairies' green,

No luck again shall ha'e;

And he who spoils the fairies' ring,
Betide him want and wae;
For windless days and weary nights
Are his till his dying day.

TO BANBURY CROSS.

RIDE a cockhorse

To Banbury Cross,

To see what Tommy can buy;

A penny white loaf,

A penny white cake,
And a twopenny apple pie.

JOHN SMITH.

Is John Smith within?

Yes, that he is.

Can he set on a shoe?

Ay, marry, two.

Here a nail, there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.

THE DOGGIES GAED TO THE MILL.

THE doggies gaed to the mill,

This way and that way;

They took a lick out o' this wife's pock,

And a lick out o' that wife's pock,

And a loup in the lead and a dip in the dam,

And gaed home walloping, walloping, walloping.

THE CORBIES' HOLE.

PUT your finger in the corbies' hole,

The corbie is not at home;

The corbie is at the back door

Picking a bone.

[The reciter of these lines closes one hand into the form of a tube, and holds two fingers of the other hand in readiness, at the end of the tube, to pinch any finger that may be inserted.]

CONDUCT.

BE a good child,

Do what you're bid,

Shut the door after you,

And you'll never be chid.

Hold up your head,

Turn out your toes,

Speak when you're spoken to,

Mend your clothes.

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