Dick Whittington. N the village churchyard, Young men hear his story, Yet Dick has no parents, Often he is hungry, Walking all the way, He slept until the sun set, This merchant had a kind heart, But for a cross old cook, who Worried him every moment, She made him sleep on hard bed But Dick once saw a kitten, Puss ate the rats and mice, Yet was he sad and sorry, Bow Bells were ringing loudly, 66 So back went patient Richard, The merchant told his servants For he had neither money, With aching heart he sent her, But she caught the rats and mice, When in the foreign country, The mice ran out in daylight, |