CCCCII. KING'S SUTTON is a pretty town, Can a man desire more? There ain't such a town in twenty. CCCCIII. THE little priest of Felton, The little priest of Felton, He kill'd a mouse within his house, And ne'er a one to help him. CCCCIV. [The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been in his time sung by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called Leap Candle, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.] THE tailor of Bicester, He has but one eye; He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins, CCCCV. DICK and Tom, Will and John, CCCCVI. DRIDDLETY drum, driddlety drum, CCCCVII. My father and mother My uncle and aunt, But little Jack and I. A little bit of powdered beef, The best meal I have had to day CCCCVIII. I LOST my mare in Lincoln lane, CCCCIX. CRIPPLE Dick upon a stick, And Sandy on a sow, ссссх. AT Brill on the Hill, The wind blows shrill, The cook no meat can dress; At Stow in the Wold The wind blows cold, I know no more than this. CCCCXI. A MAN went a hunting at Reigate, With your gun and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate." RA PS EIGHTEENTH CLASS-RELICS. CCCCXII. THE girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, Cried, "gobble, gobble, gobble:" The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still, Went hobble, hobble, hobble. CCCCXIII. Goosy goosy gander, Who stands yonder? Little Betsy Baker ; Take her up, and shake her. CCCCXIV. GOOSEY goosey gander, Where shall I wander? Up stairs, down stairs, And in my lady's chamber; There I met an old man That would not say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, CCCCXV. BABY and I Were baked in a pie, To the baker that day, And so we crept out of the pot. CCCCXVI. WHAT are little boys made of, made of, Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails; And that's what little boys are made of, made of. What are little girls made of, made of, made of, What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and all that's nice; And that's what little girls are made of, made of. |