TO BANBURY CROSS. RIDE a cockhorse to Banbury Cross, RIDING EXERCISE. HERE goes my lord, A trot! a trot! a trot! a trot! Here goes my lady, A canter!! a canter!! a canter!! a canter!! Here goes my young master, Jockey-hitch!!! jockey-hitch!!! jockey-hitch!!! 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! SEE SAW. SEE saw, sacradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, and one foot down, That is the way to London town. LADY WIND. 63 LADY WIND. My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, She tried the keyhole in the door, 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; THE SONG OF SIXPENCE. Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye, 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. THE DOVE. 65 THE DOVE. BY JOHN KEATS. I HAD a dove, and the sweet dove died! Oh, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? |