And long did Robin and his mate
Live in the happy married state,
Till, doleful to relate! one day
A hawk with Jenny flew away;
And Robin, by the cruel Sparrow,

Was shot quite dead with bow and arrow.

FORTUNE.

GANG and hear the gowk yell,
Sit and see the swallow flee,
See the foal before its mither's e'e,
'Twill be a thriving year wi' thee.

THE MAID AND THE MILLER. 193

THE MAID AND THE MILLER. THERE was a maid went to the mill,

Sing trolly, lolly, lolly, lolly lo;

The mill turned round, but the maid stood still, Oh, ho, ho! oh, ho, ho! oh, ho, ho! did she so ? The miller he kissed her, away she went,

Sing trolly, lolly, lolly, lolly lo;

The maid was well pleased, and the miller content, Oh, ho! oh, ho! oh, ho! was it so ?

He danced and he sung, while the mill went clack, Sing trolly, lolly, lolly, lolly lo;

And he cherished his heart with a cup of old sack, Oh, ho! oh, ho! oh, ho! did he so?

THE MARRIAGE OF THE FROG AND

THE MOUSE.

It was a frog in the well,

Humble-dum, humble-dum;

And the merry mouse in the mill,
Tweedle, tweedle, twino.

The frog he would a-wooing ride,

Humble-dum, humble-dum;

Sword and buckler by his side,

When

Tweedle, tweedle, twino.

upon his high horse set,

Humble-dum, humble-dum;

His boots they shone as black as jet,

Tweedle, tweedle, twino.

When he came to the merry mill-pin,
"Lady Mouse, be you within ?"
Then came out the dusty mouse :-
"I am lady of this house!"

"Hast thou any mind of me?"
"I have e'en great mind of thee."
"Who shall this marriage make?"
"Our lord, which is the rat."

THE MARRIAGE OF THE FROG.

?"

"What shall we have to our supper
"Three beans in a pound of butter."
But when supper they were at,
The frog, the mouse, and e'en the rat,

Then in came Gib, the cat,

And caught the mouse e'en by the back.
Then did they separate;

The frog leaped on the floor so flat.

Then in came Dick, our drake,

And drew our frog e'en to the lake;
The rat he ran up the wall,

And now you have heard the end of all.

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THE QUEEN, THE KING, AND THE

KNAVE OF HEARTS.

THE Queen of Hearts,

She made some tarts,

All on a summer's day;

The Knave of Hearts,

He stole the tarts,

And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts

Called for the tarts,

And beat the Knave full sore;

The Knave of Hearts

Brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more.