Robert Barns, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine,
So that I may cut a shine?
Yes, good sir, and that I can,
As well as any other man;
There a nail, and here a prod,
And now, good sir, your horse is shod.
"SHALL I, OH! SHALL I?"
A little boy and a little girl
Lived in an alley;
Said the little boy to the little girl,
"Shall I, oh! shall I?"
Said the little girl to the little boy,
"What will you do?"
Said the little boy to the little girl,
"I will kiss you."
(_As the last words are sung, the mother kisses
the little one in the folds of the neck._)
[Illustration: OFF WITH MOTHER GOOSE
FROM A DRAWING BY MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL]