AS I was going up Pippen-hill,|
Pippen-hill was dirty,
There I met a pretty miss,
And she dropt me a curtsey.
Little miss, pretty miss,
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TOMMY TROT, a man of law,|
Sold his bed and lay upon straw :
Sold the straw and slept on grass,
To buy his wife a looking-glass.
all dry with drinking on't,|
We're all dry with drinking on't ;
The piper kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
And I can't sleep for thinking on't.
come sell thy fiddle,|
And buy thy wife a gown."
"No, I'll not sell my fiddle,
For ne'er a wife in town."
comes a lusty wooer,|
My a dildin, my a daldin :
Here comes a lusty wooer,
Lily bright and shine a'.
Pray, who do you woo,
For your fairest daughter,|
My a dildin, my a daldin ;
For your fairest daughter,
Lily bright and shine a'.
Then there she is for you,
hill and down dale ;|
Butter is made in every vale ;
And if that Nancy Cook
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.
in the pulpit, out and in ;|
Sold his wife for a minikin pin.
you see my wife, did you see, did you see,|
Did you see my wife looking for me ?
She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribands on it,
And dimity petticoats over her knee.
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care I how black I be,|
Twenty pounds will marry me ;
If twenty won't, forty shall,
I am my mother's bouncing girl !
have you been all the day,|
My boy Willy ?"
"I've been all the day,
Courting of a lady gay :
But oh ! she's too young
To be taken from her mammy."
"What work can she do,
"She can brew and she can bake,
"What age may she be? What age may she be ?
"Twice two, twice seven,
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I have. and I am his man,|
Gallop a dreary dun ;
Master I have, and I am his man,
And I'll get a wife as fast as I can ;
With a heighly gaily gamberally,
Hiddledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
Gallop a dreary dun.
and a calf,|
An ox and a half,
Forty good shillings and three ;
Is that not enough tocher
For a shoe-maker's daughter,
A bonny lass with a black e'e ?
Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks|
Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
"To-morrow will be Monday."
He used to live single :
But when he got tired of this kind of life,
He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife.
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|[This is part of a little work called 'Authentic Memoirs of the little Man and the little Maid, with some interesting particulars of their lives,' which I suspect is more modern than the following. Walpole printed a small broadside containing a different version.]|
was a little man,|
And he woo'd a little maid,
And he said, "little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
I have little more to say,
Than will you, yea or nay,
For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."
The little maid replied,
was a little boy and a little girl|
Lived in an alley ;
Says the little boy to the little girl,
"Shall I, oh ! shall I ?"
Says the little girl to the little boy,
O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller !|
I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.
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JACK SPRAT could eat no fat,|
His wife could eat no lean ;
And so, betwixt them both, you see,
They lick'd the platter clean.
Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor ;|
He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter ;
He'd linen and woollen, and woollen and linen,
A little pig in a string cost him five shilling.
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locks ! curly locks ! wilt thou be mine ?|
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine ;
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream !
GILES COLLINS he said to his old mother,|
"Mother, come bind up my head ;
And send to the parson of our parish,
For to-morrow I shall be dead, dead,
For to-morrow I shall be dead."
His mother she made him some water-gruel,
Lady Anna was sitting at her window,
"What bear ye there, ye six strong men,
"Set him down ! set him down ! (Lady Anna,|
On the grass that grows so green ;
To-morrow before the clock strikes ten,
My body shall lie by his'n, his'n,
My body shall lie by his'n."
Lady Anna was buried in the east,
There blew a cold north-easterly wind,
Shall be all my care
To powder my locks
And curl my hair.
On Sunday morning
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maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou ?"|
"Down in the forest to milk my cow."
"Shall I go with thee ?" "No, not now ;
When I send for thee, then come thou."
a pretty wench,|
And I come a great way hence,
And sweethearts I can get none :
But every dirty sow,
Can get sweethearts enow,
And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.
of a feather flock together,|
And so will pigs and swine ;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
|[The practice of sowing hempseed on Allhallows Even is often alluded to by early writers, and Gay, in his 'Pastorals,' quotes part of the following lines as used on that occasion.]|
HEMP-SEED I set,|
Hemp-seed I sow,
The young man that I love,
Come after me and mow !
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was the coat,|
Dusty was the collar,
Dusty was the kiss
Of my charming miller.
If I had my pockets
Full of gold and siller,
I would give it all
To my charming miller.
If I had, &c.
I am come to court you,|
If your favour I can gain."
"Ah, ah !" said she, "you are a bold fellow,
If I e'er see your face again !"
"Madam, I have rings and diamonds,
"I care not for rings and diamonds,
"Madam, you think much of beauty,
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was a little maid, and she was afraid,|
That her sweetheart would come unto her ;
So she went to bed, and she cover'd up her head,
And she fasten'd the door with a skewer.
mother, I shall be married to Mr.|
To Mr. Punch,
To Mr. Joe,
To Mr. Nell,
To Mr. Lo.
Mr. Punch, Mr. Joe,
Mr. Nell, Mr. Lo,
To Mr. Punchinello.
street and down street,|
Each window's made of glass ;
If you go to Tommy Tickler's house,
You'll find a pretty lass :
Hug her and kiss her,
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|[This nursery song may probably commemorate a part of Tom Thumb's history, extant in a little Danish work, treating of 'Swain Tomling, a man no bigger than a thumb, who would be married to a woman three ells and three quarters long.' See Mr. Thoms' Preface to 'Tom à Lincoln,' p.xi.]|
a little husband,|
No bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint pot,
And there I bid him drum.
I bought a little horse,
I gave him some garters,
you make me a cambric shirt,|
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme ;
Without any seam or needlework ?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Can you wash it in yonder well,
Can you dry it on yonder thorn,|
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born ?
And you, &c.
Now you have ask'd me questions three,
Can you find me an acre of land,
Can you plough it with a ram's horn,
Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
When you have done and finish'd your work,
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Was my first suitor,
He had a spoon and dish,
And a little pewter.
John Jiggy Jag,|
He rode a penny nag,
And went to Wigan to woo :
When he came to a beck,
He fell and broke his neck,—
Johnny, how dost thou now ?
I made him a hat,
and Jill went up the hill,|
To fetch a pail of water ;
Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
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|[The following version is taken from Douce's MS. additions to Ritson, but the more common one commences "When I was a bachelor I lived by myself."]|
was a little pretty lad,|
And he lived by himself,
And all the meat he got
He put upon a shelf.
The rats and the mice
The lanes they were so broad,
The wheelbarrow broke,
ROWLEY POLEY, pudding and pie,|
Kissed the girls and made them cry ;
When the girls begin to cry,
Rowley Poley runs away.