HE north wind doth blow, And what will poor Robin do then? Poor thing! He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing. Poor thing! HE queen of hearts, The king of hearts Called for those tarts, And beat the knave full sore; Brought back those tarts, He kissed the maids, Which vexed the queen full sore; The queen of spades She beat those maids, And turned them out of door; The knave of spades Grieved for those jades, And said she'd strike no more. The king of clubs He often drubs His loving queen and wife; Returns him snubs, And all is noise and strife: The knave of clubs Gives winks and rubs, And swears he'll take her part; For when our kings Will do such things, They should be made to smart. The diamond king I fain would sing, Must needs step in between. 66 Good diamond king, This haughty knave destroy, Then may your queen, With mind serene, Your royal love enjoy." HERE was a little boy went into a barn, And lay down on some hay; An owl came out and flew about, And the little boy ran away. HERE was a little guinea-pig, Who being little was not big; He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he ate. When from a place he ran away, He never at that place did stay; And while he ran, as I am told, He ne'er stood still for young or old. He often squeaked, and sometimes violent, [silent; And when he squeaked he ne'er was Though ne'er instructed by a cat, He knew a mouse was not a rat. One day, as I am certified, HERE was a little man, lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook And saw a little duck, And he shot it through the head, head, head. He carried it home To his old wife Joan, And bid her a fire for to make, make, make; To roast the little duck, He had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake. |