Who put it there?
A better man than you;
Touch it if you dare!
CCCXXXII.
[A stands with a row of girls (her daughters) behind her; B, a
suitor, advances.]
B. Trip trap over the grass: If you please will you let one of
your [eldest] daughters come,
Come and dance with me?
I will give you pots and pans, I will give you brass,
I will give you anything for a pretty lass.
A. says, "No."
B. I will give you gold and silver, I will give you pearl,
I will give you anything for a pretty girl.
A. Take one, take one, the fairest you may see.
B. The fairest one that I can see
Is pretty Nancy,--come to me.
[B carries one off, and says:]
You shall have a duck, my dear,
And you shall have a drake,
And you shall have a young man
apprentice for your sake.
[Children say:]
If this young man should happen to die,
And leave this poor woman a widow,
The bells shall all ring, and the birds shall all sing,
And we'll all clap hands together.
[So it is repeated until the whole are taken.]
CCCXXXIII.
[The "Three Knights of Spain" is a game played in nearly the
same manner as the preceding. The _dramatis personae_ form
themselves in two parties, one representing a courtly dame
and her daughters, the other the suitors of the daughters.
The last party, moving backwards and forwards, with their arms
entwined, approach and recede from the mother party, which
is stationary, singing to a very sweet air. See Chambers'
'Popular Rhymes,' p. 66.]
_Suitors._
We are three brethren out of Spain,
Come to court your daughter Jane.
_Mother._
My daughter Jane she is too young,
And has not learned her mother tongue.
_Suitors._
Be she young, or be she old,
For her beauty she must be sold.
So fare you well, my lady gay,
We'll call again another day.
_Mother._
_Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
And rub thy spurs till they be bright._
_Suitors._
Of my spurs take you no thought,
For in this town they were not bought,
So fare you well, my lady gay,
We'll call again another day.
_Mother._
_Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
And take the fairest in your sight._
_Suitor._
The fairest maid that I can see,
Is pretty Nancy,--come to me.
Here comes your daughter safe and sound,
Every pocket with a thousand pound;
Every finger with a gay gold ring;
Please to take your daughter in.
CCCXXXIV.
[A game on the slate.]
Eggs, butter, bread,
Stick, stock, stone dead!
Stick him up, stick him down,
Stick him in the old man's crown!
CCCXXXV.
[In the following childish amusement, one extends his arm, and
the other in illustration of the narrative, strikes him gently
with the side of his hand at the shoulder and wrist; and then
at the word "middle," with considerable force, on the flexor
muscles at the elbow-joint.]
My father was a Frenchman,
He bought for me a fiddle,
He cut me here, he cut me here,
He cut me right in the middle.
CCCXXXVI.
[Patting the foot on the five toes.]
Shoe the colt, shoe!
Shoe the wild mare;
Put a sack on her back,
See if she'll bear.
If she'll bear,
We'll give her some grains;
If she won't bear,
We'll dash out her brains!
[Illustration]
CCCXXXVII.
[Game on a child's features.]
Here sits the Lord Mayor _forehead_.
Here sit his two men _eyes_.
Here sits the cock _right cheek_.
Here sits the hen _left cheek_.
Here sit the little chickens _tip of nose_.
Here they run in _mouth_.
Chinchopper, chinchopper,
Chinchopper, chin! _chuck the chin_.
CCCXXXVIII.
[A play with the face. The child exclaims:]
Ring the bell! _giving a lock of its hair a pull._
Knock at the door! _tapping its forehead._
Draw the latch! _pulling up its nose._
And walk in! _opening its mouth and putting in its finger._
CCCXXXIX.
[An exercise during which the fingers of the child are
enumerated.]
Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,
Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn.
Long back'd Gray
Carried it away.
Old Mid-man sat and saw,
But Peesy-weesy paid for a'.
CCCXL.
This pig went to market,
Squeak mouse, mouse, mousey;
Shoe, shoe, shoe the wild colt,
And here's my own doll, Dowsy.
CCCXLI.
[From Yorkshire. A game to alarm children.]
Flowers, flowers, high-do!
Sheeny, greeny, rino!--
Sheeny greeny,
Sheeny greeny,
Rum tum fra!
CCCXLII.
1. This pig went to the barn.
2. This eat all the corn.
3. This said he would tell.
4. This said he wasn't well.
5. This went week, week, week, over the door sill.
CCCXLIII.
[The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady
of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my
way.]
Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,
With three small children in her hand:
One can brew, the other can bake,
The other can make a pretty round cake.
One can sit in the garden and spin,
Another can make a fine bed for the king;
Pray ma'am will you take one in?
CCCXLIV.
I can make diet bread,
Thick and thin;
I can make diet bread,
Fit for the king.
CCCXLV.
Here we come a piping,
First in spring, and then in May;
The queen she sits upon the sand,
Fair as a lily, white as a wand:
King John has sent you letters three,
And begs you'll read them unto me.--
We can't read one without them all,
So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball!
CCCXLVI.
The first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
The second day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Two turtle doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The third day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The fourth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The fifth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The sixth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Six geese a laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The seventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The eighth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The ninth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The tenth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Eleven ladies dancing,
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
The twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Twelve lords a leaping,
Eleven ladies dancing,
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a milking,
Seven swans a swimming,
Six geese a laying,
Five gold rings,
Four colly birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves, and
A partridge in a pear tree.
[Each child in succession repeats the gifts of the day, and
forfeits for each mistake. This accumulative process is a
favorite with children: in early writers, such as Homer, the
repetition of messages, &c. pleases on the same principle.]
CCCXLVII.
[A game on the fingers.]
Heetum peetum penny pie,
Populorum gingum gie;
East, West, North, South,
Kirby, Kendal, Cock him out!
CCCXLVIII.
[A game-rhyme.]
Trip and go, heave and hoe,
Up and down, to and fro;
From the town to the grove
Two and two let us rove,
A-maying, a-playing;
Love hath no gainsaying;
So merrily trip and go,
So merrily trip and go!
CCCXLIX.
This is the way the ladies ride;
Tri, tre, tre, tree,
Tri, tre, tre, tree!
This is the way the ladies ride,
Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!
This is the way the gentlemen ride;
Gallop-a-trot,
Gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the farmers ride;
Hobbledy-hoy,
Hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride,
Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!
CCCL.
There was a man, and his name was Dob,
And he had a wife, and her name was Mob,
And he had a dog, and he called it Cob,
And she had a cat, called Chitterabob.
Cob, says Dob,
Chitterabob, says Mob,
Cob was Dob's dog,
Chitterabob Mob's cat.
CCCLI.
[Two children sit opposite to each other; the first turns her
fingers one over the other, and says:]
"May my geese fly over your barn?"
[The other answers, Yes, if they'll do no harm. Upon which
the first unpacks the fingers of her hand, and waving it over
head, says:]
"Fly over his barn and eat all his corn."
CCCLII.
Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
Now we dance looby, looby, light,
Shake your right hand a little
And turn you round about.
Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
Shake your right hand a little,
Shake your left hand a little,
And turn you round about.
Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
Shake your right hand a little,
Shake your left hand a little,
Shake your right foot a little,
And turn you round about.
Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
Shake your right hand a little,
Shake your left hand a little,
Shake your right foot a little,
Shake your left foot a little,
And turn you round about.
Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
Shake your right hand a little,
Shake your left hand a little,
Shake your right foot a little,
Shake your left foot a little,
Shake your head a little,
And turn you round about.
[Children dance round first, then stop and shake the hand, &c.
then turn slowly round, and then dance in a ring again.]
CCCLIII.
THE OLD DAME.
[One child, called the Old Dame, sits on the floor, and the
rest, joining hands, form a circle round her, and dancing,
sing the following lines:]
_Children._ To Beccles! to Beccles!
To buy a bunch of nettles!
Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock?
_Dame._ One, going for two.
_Children._ To Beccles! to Beccles!
To buy a bunch of nettles!
Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock?
_Dame._ Two, going for three.
[And so on till she reaches, "Eleven going for twelve." After
this the following questions are asked, with the replies.--C.
Where have you been? D. To the wood. C. What for? D. To pick
up sticks. C. What for? D. To light my fire. C. What for?
D. To boil my kettle. C. What for? D. To cook some of your
chickens. The children then all run away as fast as they can,
and the Old Dame tries to catch one of them. Whoever is caught
is the next to personate the Dame.]
CCCLIV.
DROP-GLOVE.
[Children stand round in a circle, leaving a space between
each. One walks round the outside, and carries a glove in her
hand, saying:]
I've a glove in my hand,
Hittity Hot!
Another in my other hand,
Hotter than that!
So I sow beans, and so they come up,
Some in a mug, and some in a cup.
I sent a letter to my love,
I lost it, I lost it!
I found it, I found it!
It burns, it scalds.
[Repeating the last words very rapidly, till she drops the
glove behind one of them, and whoever has the glove must
overtake her, following her exactly in and out till she
catches her. If the pursuer makes a mistake in the pursuit,
she loses, and the game is over; otherwise she continues the
game with the glove.]
CCCLV.
[In the following, the various parts of the countenance are
touched as the lines are repeated; and at the close the chin
is struck playfully, that the tongue may be gently bitten.]
Eye winker,
Tom Tinker,
Nose dropper.
Mouth eater,
Chin chopper,
Chin chopper.
CCCLVI.
Thumb bold,
Thibity-thold,
Langman,
Lick pan,
Mama's little man.
CCCLVII.
[A game of the fox.]
Fox a fox, a brummalary,
How many miles to Lummaflary? Lummabary.
A. Eight and eight, and a hundred and eight.
How shall I get home to night?
A. Spin your legs, and run fast.
[Illustration]
CCCLVIII.
[A Christmas custom in Lancashire. The boys dress themselves
up with ribands, and perform various pantomimes, after which
one of them, who has a blackened face, a rough skin coat, and
a broom in his hand, sings as follows.]
Here come I,
Little David Doubt;
If you don't give me money,
I'll sweep you all out.
Money I want,
And money I crave;
If you don't give me money,
I'll sweep you all to the grave!
CCCLIX.
[The following lines are said by the nurse when moving the
child's foot up and down.]
The dog of the kill,[*]
He went to the mill
To lick mill-dust:
The miller he came
With a stick on his back,--
Home, dog, home!
The foot behind,
The foot before:
When he came to a stile,
Thus he jumped o'er.
[Footnote *: That is, kiln.]
CCCLX.
[The following lines are repeated by the nurse when sliding
her hand down the child's face.]
My mother and your mother
Went over the way;
Said my mother to your mother,
It's chop-a-nose day!
[Illustration: _Paradox_]
ELEVENTH CLASS--PARADOXES.
CCCLXI.
[The following is quoted in Parkin's reply to Dr. Stukeley's
second number of 'Origines Roystonianae,' 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.
CCCLXII.
O that I was where I would be,
Then would I be where I am not!
But where I am must be,
And where I would be I cannot.
CCCLXIII.
[The following was sung to the tune of Chevy Chase. 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.]
Three 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,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny,
They had not all been drown'd.
You parents all that children have,
And you that have got none,
If you would have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.
CCCLXIV.
There was a man of Newington,
And he was wond'rous 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.
CCCLXV.
Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,
There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger;
Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack,
A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.
CCCLXVI.
I would if I cou'd,
If I cou'dn't, how cou'd I?
I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I?
Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?
Cou'd ye, cou'd ye?
Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?
CCCLXVII.
If 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?
CCCLXVIII.
Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!
When you're well, 'twill make you sick:
Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!
'Twill make you well when you are sick.
CCCLXIX.
[The following occurs in a MS. of the seventeenth century, in
the Sloane Collection, the reference to which I have mislaid.]
The 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.
CCCLXX.
[The conclusion of the following resembles a verse in the
nursery history of Mother Hubbard.]
There 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 tiresome old woman could never be quiet.
She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,
And when she came home her old husband was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
And when she came back her old husband was well.
CCCLXXI.
Here am I, little jumping Joan;
When nobody's with me,
I'm always alone.
CCCLXXII.
There 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.
CCCLXXIII.
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 never at that place did stay;
And while he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old.
He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,
And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died;
And, as I'm told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.
CCCLXXIV.
[Mind your punctuation!]
I saw a peacock with a fiery tail,
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,
I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,
I saw an oak creep upon the ground,
I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,
I saw the sea brimful of ale,
I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,
I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,
I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,
I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,
I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.
CCCLXXV.
My true love lives far from me,
Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
Many a rich present he sends to me,
Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,
Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
He sent me a goose, without a bone;
He sent me a cherry, without a stone.
Petrum, &c.
He sent me a Bible, no man could read;
He sent me a blanket, without a thread.
Petrum, &c.
How could there be a goose without a bone?
How could there be a cherry without a stone?
Petrum, &c.
How could there be a Bible no man could read?
How could there be a blanket without a thread?
Petrum, &c.
When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;
When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.
Petrum, &c.
When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read;
When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread.
Petrum, &c.
CCCLXXVI.
There was a man and he was mad,
And he jump'd into a pea-swad;[A]
The pea-swad was over-full,
So he jump'd into a roaring bull;
The roaring bull was over-fat,
So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;
The gentleman's hat was over-fine,
So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;
The bottle of wine was over-dear,
So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;
The bottle of beer was over-thick,
So he jump'd into a club-stick;
The club-stick was over-narrow,
So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;
The wheel-barrow began to crack,
So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;
The hay-stack began to blaze,
So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!
[Footnote A: The pod or shell of a pea.]
CCCLXXVII.
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty things for thee!
There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold:
The four-and-twenty sailors,
That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice,
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck,
With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,
The captain said, "Quack! quack!"
CCCLXXVIII.
Barney Bodkin broke his nose,
Without feet we can't have toes;
Crazy folks are always mad,
Want of money makes us sad.
CCCLXXIX.
If a man who turnips cries
Cries not when his father dies,
It is a proof that he would rather
Have a turnip than his father.
[Illustration]
TWELFTH CLASS--LULLABIES.
CCCLXXX.
Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;
Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,--
Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.
CCCLXXXI.
Dance, little baby, dance up high,
Never mind, baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little baby, there you go;
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.
Backwards and forwards, round and round;
Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!
CCCLXXXII.
[The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,'
fol., London, 1611, p. 3.]
To market, to market,
To buy a plum bun:
Home again, come again,
Market is done.
CCCLXXXIII.
Dance to your daddy,
My little babby,
Dance to your daddy;
My little lamb.
You shall have a fishy,
In a little dishy;
You shall have a fishy
When the boat comes in.
CCCLXXXIV.
Tom shall have a new bonnet,
With blue ribbands to tie on it,
With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,
Who so like to Tommy's daddy?
CCCLXXXV.
Bye, baby bumpkin,
Where's Tony Lumpkin?
My lady's on her death-bed,
With eating half a pumpkin.
CCCLXXXVI.
[From 'The Pleasant Com[oe]die of Patient Grissell,' 1603.]
Hush, hush, hush, hush!
And I dance mine own child,
And I dance mine own child,
Hush, hush, hush, hush!
CCCLXXXVII.
Hush thee, my babby,
Lie still with thy daddy,
Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
To grind thee some wheat,
To make thee some meat,
And so, my dear babby, lie still.
CCCLXXXVIII.
Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
And hey, my kitten, my deary!
Such a sweet pet as this
Was neither far nor neary.
Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, downy;
And here we go backwards and forwards,
And here we go round, round, roundy.
CCCLXXXIX.
I won't be my father's Jack,
I won't be my mother's Gill,
I will be the fiddler's wife,
And have music when I will.
T'other little tune,
T'other little tune,
Pr'ythee, love, play me
T'other little tune.
CCCXC.
Danty baby diddy,
What can a mammy do wid'e,
But sit in a lap,
And give 'un a pap?
Sing danty baby diddy.
CCCXCI.
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.
CCCXCII.
Bye, O my baby!
When I was a lady,
O then my poor baby did'nt cry!
But my baby is weeping,
For want of good keeping,
Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!
CCCXCIII.
Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,
Hush-a-bye a milk cow,
You shall have a little stick
To beat the naughty bow-wow.
CCCXCIV.
Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
CCCXCV.
Ride, baby, ride,
Pretty baby shall ride,
And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,
And little pussy-cat tied to the other,
And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,
To see her grandmother,
To see her grandmother.
CCCXCVI.
Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy's gone a hunting,
To get a little hare's skin
To wrap a baby bunting in.
CCCXCVII.
Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,
Why did they vex my baby?
Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,
And cuddle your nurse, my deary.
CCCXCVIII.
My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,
My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy;
Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,
Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.
CCCXCIX.
[A favourite lullaby in the north of England fifty years ago,
and perhaps still heard. The last word is pronounced _bee_.]
Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,
It grieves me sore to see thee weep,
For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,
Hush-a-bye, lie still and _bye_.
CCCC.
[From _Yorkshire_ and _Essex_. A nursery-cry.--It is also
sometimes sung in the streets by boys who have small figures
of wool, wood, or gypsum, &c. of lambs to sell.]
Young Lambs to sell!
Young Lambs to sell!
If I'd as much money as I can tell,
I never would cry--Young Lambs to sell!
CCCCI.
[From _Yorkshire_. A nursery-cry.]
Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!
Come, my ladies, come and buy;
Else your babies they will cry.
CCCCII.
To market, to market,
To buy a plum cake;
Home again, home again,
Ne'er a one baked;
The baker is dead and all his men,
And we must go to market again.
CCCCIII.
Rock well my cradle,
And "bee baa," my son;
You shall have a new gown,
When ye lord comes home.
Oh! still my child, Orange,
Still him with a bell;
I can't still him, ladie,
Till you come down yoursell!
CCCCIV.
Where was a sugar and fretty?
And where was jewel and spicy?
Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,
And we'll go away in a tricy!
CCCCV.
I'll buy you a tartan bonnet,
And some feathers to put on it,
Tartan trews and a phillibeg,
Because you are so like your daddy.
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THIRTEENTH CLASS--JINGLES.
CCCCVI.
[The first line of the following is the burden of a song in
the 'Tempest,' act i, sc. 2. and also of one in the 'Merchant
of Venice, act iii, sc. 2.]
Ding dong bell,
Pussy's in the well!
Who put her in?--
Little Tommy Lin.
Who pulled her out?--
Dog with long snout.
What a naughty boy was that
To drown poor pussy-cat,
Who never did any harm,
But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
CCCCVII.
Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?
How many holes in a skimmer?
Four and twenty,--my stomach is empty;
Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.
CCCCVIII.