WHA WHAT'S the news of the day, "They say the balloon Is gone up to the moon." ING'S SUTTON is a pretty town, KIN Kind lies all in a valley; There is a pretty ring of bells, Besides a bowling-alley: Wine and liquor in good store, Pretty maidens plenty; Can a man desire more? There ain't such a town in twenty. G IRLS and boys, come out to play; The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street. Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will or not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, A halfpenny roll will serve us all. You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour. OW many days has my baby to play? Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. ROUND the green gravel the grass grows green, AROU are to seen, And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen; Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk, And write their names with a pen and ink. Α SI was going to sell my eggs, I met a man with bandy legs, Bandy legs and crooked toes; I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose L Y little old man and I fell out; MY I'll tell you what 'twas all about: I had money, and he had none, ARBY and Joan were dress'd in black, DAR Sword and buckle behind their back; Foot for foot, and knee for knee, Turn about Darby's company. F all the seas were one sea, What a great sea that would be! And if all the trees were one tree, What a great tree that would be! And if all the axes were one axe, What a great axe that would be! And if all the men were one man, What a great man he would be! And if the great man took the great axe, And cut down the great tree, And let it fall into the great sea, What a splish splash that would be! |