M

ISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With cockle-shells, and silver bells,
And pretty maids all a row.

I

LOVE my

love with an A, because he's Agreeable.

I hate him because he's Avaricious.

He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,

And treated me with Apples.

His name's Andrew,

And he lives at Arlington.

Eleven, twelve,
Who will delve?
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids a-kissing;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maid a-waiting;

Nineteen, twenty,

My stomach's empty.

LLB

TALES

Copyright 1897 by F. Warn: & Co.