boy, pretty boy, where was you born ?|
In Lincolnshire, master : come blow the cow's horn.
A half-penny pudding, a penny pie,
A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.
I was a little boy, I had but little wit,|
It is some time ago and I've no more yet ;
Nor ever ever shall, until that I die,
For the longer I Iive, the more fool am I.
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Draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin ;
Take a cup,
And drink it up,
Then call your neighbours in.
ROCK-A-BYE, baby, thy cradle is green ;|
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen ;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring ;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.
a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang ?|
At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
HOW many miles is it to Babylon ?|
Threescore miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light ?
Yes, and back again !
If your heels are nimble and light,
You may get there by candle-light.
|[ The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and is common in Yorkshire. —See Hunter's Hallamshire Glossary, p.56.]|
LADY-COW, lady-cow, fly thy way home,|
Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,
All but one that ligs under a stone,
Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.
LADY-bird ! Lady-bird !|
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
Your children will burn.
jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,|
The table and the frame ;
My master he did cudgel me
For kissing of my dame.
HERE stands a fist,|
Who set it there ?
A better man than you, sir,
Touch him if you dare !