L' Peter Prickett. ITTLE Peter Prickett, didn't he love cricket! Wasn't he a bowler! wasn't he a batter! He could hold a wicket,-he could stop a ball; Wasn't he a famous chap, the champion of us all! Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Says the pieman to Simple Simon, Simple Simon caught the pieman Simple Simon hails the pieman,— 'I would taste your ware.' 'But,' says the pieman to Simple Simon, 'Pies I've not got any. Oh, bad luck!' says Simple Simon, "'Cause I've found a penny.' My Mother and your Mother. Y mother and your mother went over the way; MY Says my mother to your mother, 'It's chop-o'-nose day!' I since have discovered the cause of the fray, They both went to 'the public' with nothing to pay. USH! and don't make a noise, poor Dolly's ill; H Send for a lawyer, for she would make her will. Hush! and don't make a noise, poor Dolly's ill; Michaelmas. MIND you remember, Tow'rds the end of September, To buy some fat geese, and to stuff 'em; 'Tis almost high treason To shun goose-if 'tisn't a tough 'un. The Old Soldier. 'M an old soldier, miss, yet forced to beg; I'M I've but one arm, miss, I've but one leg; I've very few teeth, miss, and feel their loss at dinner. I was stout and hearty once, now I can't be thinner, Fack Sprat. ACK SPRAT could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean; But, somehow or other, betwixt the two the platter's polished clean. Jack Sprat was tall and fat, his wife was small and mean: 'Twas laughing that had made him fat; 'twas scolding kept her lean! |