She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat, But when she came back He was riding a goat. She went to the cobler's He was reading the news. She went to the sempstress She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, But when she came back He was dress'd in his clothes. The dame made a curtsey, The dog made a bow; The dog said, bow, wow. OLD King Cole LXXVII. Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; And he called for his glass, And he called for his fiddlers three. And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; "Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers. Oh there's none so rare, As can compare, With King Cole and his fiddlers three! LXXIX. Toм he was a piper's son, He learn'd to play when he was young, Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise, That he pleas'd both the girls and boys, And they stopp'd to hear him play, "Over the hills and far away." Tom with his pipe did play with such skill, As Dolly was milking her cow one day, So Doll and the cow danced the Cheshire round, Till the pail was broke and the milk ran on the ground. He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs, He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass, LXXXIX. THERE was a lady all skin and bone, She went to church all for to pray. And when she came to the church stile, When she came to the church door, On looking up, on looking down, She saw a dead man on the ground: And from his nose unto his chin, The worms crawl'd out, the worms crawl'd in.* Then she unto the parson said, Shall I be so when I am dead? Oh yes! oh yes! the parson said, You will be so when you are dead. XC. LITTLE John Jiggy Jag, He rode a penny nag, And went to Wigan to woo: * This line has been adopted in the modern ballad of "Alonzo and the fair Imogene." The version given above was obtained from Lincolnshire, and differs slightly from the one in "Gammer Gurton's Garland," 8vo. Lond. 1810, p. 29-30. F When he came to a beck, I made him a hat, Of my coat-lap, And stockings of pearly blue: A hat and a feather, To keep out cold weather; So, Johnny, how dost thou now? XCI. SATURDAY-night my wife did die, XCII. LITTLE Tom Trigger, Before he was bigger, Thought he would go out with his gun; |