She could trot, she could amble, and could canter here and there, But one night she strayed away-so Moss lost his mare. Moss got up next morning to catch her fast asleep, And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep. Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there, So I'll tell you by and bye, how Moss caught his mare. Rise! stupid, rise! he thus to her did say; Arise, you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay, For I must ride you to the town, so don't lie sleeping there; He put the halter round her neck-so Moss caught his mare. T. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair, LXXXI. To make your candles last for a', LXXXII. IF wishes were horses, I would wear one by my side. LXXXIII. [Hours of sleep.] NATURE requires five, And Wickedness eleven. LXXXIV. THREE straws on a staff, LXXXV. SEE a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck ; See a pin and let it lay, Bad luck you'll have all the day! LXXXVI. ; Go to bed first, a golden purse; LXXXVII. WHEN the wind is in the east, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; LXXXVIII. BOUNCE BUCKRAM, velvet's dear; LXXXIX. [One version of the following song, which I believe to be the genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580, between the lines of a fragment of an old charter, originally used for binding the book, in a hand of the end of the seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted for the "ears polite" of modern days.] A MAN of words and not of deeds, And when the sky begins to roar, And when the door begins to crack, XC. A MAN of words and not of deeds, XCI. IF you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger; Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger; Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter; Sneeze on a Thursday, something better; Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow; Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow. XCII. A PULLET in the pen Is worth a hundred in the fen! |