|[The following is quoted in Parkin's reply to Dr. Stukeley's second number of 'Origines Roystonianæ,' 4to, London, 1748, p.vi.]|
PETER WHITE will ne'er go right,|
Would you know the reason why ?
He follows his nose where'er he goes,
And that stands all awry.
O THAT I was where I would be,|
Then would I be where I am not !
But where I am I must be,
And where I would be I cannot.
/ p.126 /
|[The following was sung to the tune of Chevy Chace. It was taken from a poetical tale in the 'Choyce Poems,' 12mo, London, 1662, the music to which may be seen in D'Urfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p.1.]|
children sliding on the ice|
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
Now had these children been at home,
You parents all that children have,
was a man of Newington,|
And he was wondrous wise,
He jump'd into a quickset hedge,
And scratch'd out both his eyes:
But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jump'd into another hedge,
And scratch'd 'em in again.
/ p.127 /
all the world was apple-pie,|
And all the sea was ink,
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What should we have for drink ?
|[The following occurs in a MS. of the seventeenth century in the Sloane collection, the reference to which I have unfortunately mislaid.]|
man in the wilderness asked me,|
How many strawberries grew in the sea ?
I answered him, as I thought good,
As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
was an old woman, and what do you think ?|
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink :
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;
This plaguy old woman could never be quiet.
She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,
/ p.128 /
am I, little jumping Joan ;|
When nobody's with me
I'm always alone.
was an old woman had nothing,|
And there came thieves to rob her ;
When she cried out she made no noise
But all the country heard her.
THERE was a little Guinea-pig,|
Who, being little, was not big,
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away,
He often squeak'd, and sometimes vi'lent,
One day, as I am certified,