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There is another rhyme about him :

“O what's the rhyme to porringer?

Ken ye the rhyme to porringer?
King James the Seventh had ae dochter,

And he gave her to an Oranger.

Ken ye how he requited him?

Ken ye how he requited him ?
The lad has into England come,

And ta’en the crown in spite o' him.

The dog, he shall na keep it lang,

To Alinch we'll make him fain again ;.
We'll hing him hie upon a tree,

And James shall have his ain again.”

The truth is, that the Prince of Orange and the King's daughter fair (really a very pretty lady, with a very ugly husband) were not at all kind to the King, but turned him out of England. He was the grandfather of Charley who loved good ale and wine, and who very nearly turned out King Georgey Porgey, a German who “kissed the girls and made them cry," as the poet likewise says. Georgey was not a handsome King, and nobody cared much for him; and if any poetry was made about him, it was

very bad stuff, and all the world has forgotten it. He had a son called Fred, who was killed by a cricket-ball—an honourable death. A poem was made when Fred died :

“ Here lies Fred,
Who was alive and is dead.
If it had been his father,
I would much rather ;
If it had been his brother,
Still better than another ;
If it had been his sister,
No one would have missed

If it had been the whole gene-

So much the better for the

But as it's only Fred,
Who was alive and is dead,
Why there's no more to be

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This poet seems to have preferred Charley, who wore a white rose in his bonnet, and was much handsomer than Fred.

Another rhyme tells about Jim and George, and how Jim got George by the nose. This Jim was

Charley's father, and the George whom he “got by the nose” was Georgey Porgey, the fat German. Jim was born on June 10; so another song says

“Of all the days that's in the year,

The Tenth of June to me's most dear,
When our White Roses will appear

To welcome Jamie the Rover.”

But; somehow, George really got Jim by the nose, in spite of what the poet says; for it does not do to believe all the history in song-books.

After these songs there is not much really useful information in the Nursery Rhymes. Simple Simon was not Simon Fraser of Lovat, who was sometimes on Jim's side, and sometimes on George's, till he got his head cut off by King George. That Simon was not simple.

The Babes in the Wood you may read about here and in longer poems; for instance, in a book called “The Ingoldsby Legends.” It was their wicked uncle who lost them in the wood, because he wanted their money. Uncles were exceedingly bad long ago, and often smothered their nephews in the

Tower, or put out their eyes with red-hot irons But now uncles are the kindest people in the world, as every child knows.

About Brian O’Lin there is more than this book says :

“ Brian O’Lin had no breeches to wear;
He bought him a sheepskin to make him a pair,
The woolly side out, and the other side in :
• It's pleasant and cool,' says Brian O’Lin.”

He is also called Tom o’the Lin, and seems to have been connected with Young Tamlane, who was carried away by the Fairy Queen, and brought back to earth by his true love. Little Jack Horner lived at a place called Mells, in Somerset, in the time of Henry VIII. The plum he got was an estate which had belonged to the priests. I find nobody else here about whom history teaches us till we come to Dr. Faustus. He was not “a very good man”; that is a mistake, or the poem was written by a friend of the Doctor's. In reality he was a wizard, and raised up Helen of Troy from the other world, the most beautiful woman who

ever was seen. Dr. Faustus made an agreement with Bogie, who, after the Doctor had been gay for a long time, came and carried hîm off in a flash of fire. You can read about it all in several books, when you are a good deal older. Dr. Faustus was a German, and the best play about him is by a German poet.

As to Tom the Piper's Son, he was probably the son of a Highlander, for they were mostly on Charley's side, who was “Over the hills and far away.” Another song says

“ There was a wind, it came to me
Over the south and over the sea,
And it has blown my corn and hay
Over the hills and far away.
But though it left me bare indeed,
And blew my bonnet off my head,
There's something hid in Highland brae,
It has not blown my sword away.
Then o'er the hills and over the dales,
Over all England, and thro’ Wales,
The broadsword yet shall bear the sway,
Over the hills and far away!

Tom piped this tune, and pleased both the girls and boys.

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