Y father he died, but I can't tell you how;

M2

He left me six horses to drive in my plough: With my wing wang waddle oh,

Jack sing saddle oh,

Blowsey boys buble oh,

Under the broom.

I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,

I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know

how:

With my, &c.

I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;

I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half!

With my, &c.

I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;

A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat : With my, &c.

I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;

He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my

house:

With my, &c.

SA

Young and lusty was I when I kenn'd thee;

I was young and lusty, I was fair and clear,
Young and lusty was I mony a lang year;

But sair fail'd am I, sair fail'd now,

Sair fail'd am I sen I kenn'd thou.

L'

And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,

And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,

Determin'd for to find them;

She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.

Four and twenty blackbirds

Baked in a pie;

When the pie was open'd,

The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey;

The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,

There came a little blackbird,
off her nose.

And snapt

OHNNY shall have a new bonnet,

JOH

And Johnny shall go to the fair, And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon

To tie up his bonny brown hair.

And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?
And here's a leg for a stocking,
And here is a leg for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.
And why may not I love Johnny?

And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny,
As well as another body?

E

LSIE MARLEY is grown so fine,

She won't get up to serve the swine,

But lies in bed till eight or nine,
And surely she does take her time.

And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey? The wife who sells the barley, honey? She won't get up to serve her swine, And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?