He danced and he sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he,

And this the burden of his song for ever

used to be,

"I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me!

"I live by my mill: God bless her! She's kindred, child, and wife,

I would not change my station for any other in life; No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor, e'er had a groat from

me

I care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me!"

THE FOLLY MILLER.

The reason why he was so blythe

He once did thus unfold

"The bread I eat my hands have earned;

I covet no man's gold.

I do not fear next quarter day,

In debt to none I be;

I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me.

"A coin or two I've in my purse,
To help a needy friend;
A little I can give the poor,

And still have some to spend.
Though I may fail, yet I rejoice,
Another's good hap to see;

I care for nobody, no, not I,
If nobody cares for me."

So let us his example take,
And be from malice free;

Let every one his neighbour serve,
As served he'd like to be.

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OLD KING COLE.

OLD King Cole was a merry old soul,

And a merry

old soul was he;

He called for his pipe,

And he called for his bowl,

And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler had a fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he

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Twee, tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare

As can compare

With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

THE MAN IN THESSALY.

THERE was a man in Thessaly,
And he was wond'rous wise,
He jumped into a quickset hedge,
And scratched out both his eyes;
And when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jumped into a holly bush,
And scratched them in again.