Y lady Wind, my lady Wind, MY Went round about the house to find A chink to get her foot in: She tried the key-hole in the door, She tried the crevice in the floor, And drove the chimney soot in. And then one night when it was dark, That all the house was pothered: And White Cross folks were smothered. And thus when once, my little dears, The same will come, you'll find: AFFY was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; TA Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef: I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home; Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone. I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in; Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin: I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed, I took up a poker and flung it at his head. ITTLE Jack Horner sat in a corner. L Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and he pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!" OLOMON GRUNDY, SOL Born on a Monday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday: This is the end Of Solomon Grundy. |