THE LITTLE INDIAN BOYS.

ONE little, two little, three little Indian,
Four little, five little, six little Indian,
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indian,
Ten little Indian boys.

TOM BROWN'S TWO LITTLE INDIAN BOYS.

ONE ran away,

The other wouldn't stay,

Tom Brown's two little Indian boys..

SAGE COUNSEL.

FOR every evil under the sun
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, try and find it;
If there be none, never mind it.

THE WIND BLOWS COLD.

A NORTHAMPTONSHIRE RHYME.

THE wind blows cold

On Burton Wold.

Can you spell that with four letters ?

I can spell it with two.

MARCH AND APRIL.

LITTLE TOES.

THIS little pig went to market,

And this little pig stayed at home;
This little pig got roast beef,

And this little pig got none;

And this little pig went wee, wee, wee,
all the way hoine.

PRESTON.

PROUD Preston,

Poor people,

High church,

And low steeple.

MARCH AND APRIL.

MARCH said to April,

"I see three hoggs on yonder hill,
And if you'll lend me days three
I'll find a way to make them die."
The first of them was wind and weet,
The second of them was snow and sleet,
The third of them was such a freeze

It froze the birds' feet to the trees.
When the three days were past and gane,
The silly puir hoggs came hirplin hame.

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PLEASE to remember

The fifth of November,

The gunpowder treason and plot;

I know no reason

Why the gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.

MONY a frost, and mony a thowe, Soon make mony a rotten yowe [ewe].

ROBIN REDBREAST'S TESTAMENT. 217

ROBIN REDBREAST'S TESTAMENT.

"GOOD day, now, bonnie Robin,

How long have you been here ?”
"Oh, I have been bird about this bush
This more than twenty year!

(Chorus)-Teetle ell ell, teetle ell ell,

Teetle ell ell, teetle ell ell,

Tee, tee, tee, tee, tee, tee, tee,

Tee, tee, tee, tee teetle eldie.

"But now I am the sickest bird
That ever sat on brier;

And I would make my testament,
Gudeman, if you would hear.

"Gar take this bonnie neb o' mine,

That picks upon the corn,

And give 't to the Duke o' Hamilton,

To be a hunting-horn.

"Gar take these bonnie feathers o' mine,

The feathers o' my neb,

And give to the Lady o' Hamilton,

To fill a feather bed.

"Gar take this good right leg o' mine,
And mend the brig o' Tay,

It will be a post and pillar good,
It will neither bow nor gae.

"And take this other leg o' mine,
And mend the brig o' Weir,
It will be a post and pillar good,
It will neither bow nor steer.

"Gar take these bonnie feathers o' mine,

The feathers o' my tail,

And give to the lads o' Hamilton

To be a barn-flail.

"And take these bonnie feathers o' mine,

The feathers o' my breast,

And give to any bonnie lad

That 'll bring to me a priest.'

Now, in came my lady Wren,
With many a sigh and groan,
"Oh! what care I for a' the lads
If my wee lad be gone?"

Then Robin turned him round about,
E'en like a little king: