DXXIII. THREE straws on a staff, Would make a baby cry and laugh. DXXIV. How does my lady's garden grow? DXXV. DIDDLE, diddle, dumpling, my son John! He went to bed with his breeches on; One shoe off, t'other shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John. DXXVI. HICKERY, dickery, 6 and 7, Twiddle 'um twaddle 'um, 21. DXXVII. I'LL tell you a story about Joll M'Rory; He went to the wood and shot a tory; Then he came back and told his brother, And went to the wood and shot another. TоммY kept a chandler's shop, Tommy gave him such a knock, That sent him out of his chandler's shop. DXXIX. The Cock. Lock the dairy door, Lock the dairy door! The Hen. Chickle, chackle, chee, DXXX. A GOOD child, a good child, At the tickling of your knee. DXXXI. [Imitated from a pigeon.] CURR dhoo, curr dhoo, DXXXII. WHERE have you been to-day, Billy, my son? Where have you been to-day, my only man! I've been a-wooing, mother; make my bed soon, For I'm sick at heart, and fain would lay down. What have you ate to-day, Billy, my son? DXXXIII. HICKUP, hickup, go away! DXXXIV. THE KEYS OF CANTERBURY. Он, madam, I will give you the keys of Can terbury, [merry, To set all the bells ringing when we shall be If you will but walk abroad with me, If you will but walk with me. Sir, I'll not accept of the keys of Canterbury, To set all the bells ringing when we shall be Neither will I walk abroad with thee; [merry; Neither will I talk with thee! Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb, To comb out your ringlets when I am from If you will but walk with me, &c. [home, Sir, I'll not accept, &c. Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,* One made in London, the other made in York, If you will but walk with me, &c. Sir, I'll not accept, &c. If you will but walk with me, &c. Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell,† This proves the song was not later than the era of chopines, or high cork shoes. ↑ Another proof of antiquity. It must probably have been written before the invention of bell-pulls. Oh, my man John, what can the matter be? I love the lady and the lady loves not me! Neither will she walk abroad with me, Neither will she talk with me. Oh, master dear, do not despair, The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear, Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest, [to rest, To count my gold and silver when I am gone If you will but walk abroad with me, If you will but talk with me. Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest, To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest, And I will walk abroad with thee, And I will talk with thee! DXXXV. PUSSEY cat sits by the fire, Says "Pussey! are you there? |