A SEMPSTRESS that sews,|
And would make her work redde (i.e. scarce),
Must use a long needle,
And a short thread.
|[The following old saw is generally believed to refer to the Teutonic method of numbering. See Brand's "Popular Antiquities", edited by Sir H. Ellis, vol. ii, p.324.]|
FIVE score of men, money, and pins,|
Six score of all other things.
a pin and pick it up,|
All the day you'll have good luck ;
See a pin and let it lay,
Bad luck you'll have all the day !
A SWARM of bees in May|
Is worth a load of hay ;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon ;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.
ST Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,|
For forty days it will remain :
St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,
For forty days 'twill rain na mair.
TO make your candles last for aye,|
Your wives and maids give ear-o !
To put 'em out 's the only way,
Says honest John Boldero.
BOUNCE BUCKRAM, velvet's dear ;|
Christmas comes but once a year.
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tailor of Bicester,|
He has but one eye ;
He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,
If he were to try.
NEEDLES and pins, needles and pins,|
When a man marries his trouble begins.
RIDDLE me, riddle me, riddle me ree !|
None are so blind as those that won't see.
|[One version of the following song, which I believe to be the genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580, in a hand of the end of the seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted for the "ears polite" of modern days.]|
A MAN of words and not of deeds|
Is like a garden full of weeds ;
And when the weeds begin to grow,
It's like a garden full of snow ;
And when the snow begins to fall,|
It's like a bird upon the wall ;
And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky ;
And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at the door ;
And when the door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back ;
And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a penknife in your heart ;
And when your heart begins to bleed,
You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
THE little Robin Red-breast,|
And Jenny Wren,
Are God Almighty's
Cock and hen.