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RIDE a cockhorse to Banbury Cross,
HERE goes my lord,
Here goes my lady,
Here goes my young master,
jockey-hitch !!! Here comes my young miss, An amble !!! an amble !!! an amble !!! an amble.!!!
The footman lags behind to tipple ale and wine, And goes gallop !!! a gallop!!! a gallop !!! to
make up his time!
My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,
A chink to put her foot in;
And drove the chimney soot in.
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 ;
Of busy Lady Wind !
Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye,
king ? The king was in the parlour, counting o'er his
money ; The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and
honey; The maid was in the garden, laying out the clothes, Up came a blackbird and bit off her nose.
BY JOHN KEATS.
I HAD a dove, and the sweet dove died !