Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him
prance.

As Dolly was milking her cow one day,

Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
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 used his pipe, and she used her legs;

She danced about till the eggs were all broke; She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke,

He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass, Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass; He took out his pipe and played them a tune, And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.

G

L

ONDON BRIDGE is broken down, Dance o'er my Lady Lee; London Bridge is broken down, With a gay lady.

How shall we build it up again ?
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
How shall we build it up again?
With a gay lady.

Build it up with silver and gold,

Dance o'er my Lady Lee;

Build it up with silver and gold,
With a gay lady.

Silver and gold will be stole away,

Dance o'er my Lady Lee;

Silver and gold will be stole away,

With a gay lady.

Build it up with iron and steel,

Dance o'er my Lady Lee;

Build it up with iron and steel,

With a gay lady.

Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,

Dance o'er my Lady Lee;

Build it up with wood and clay,
With a gay lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with stone so strong,

Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,
With a gay lady.

I

LOVE sixpence, pretty little sixpence,

I love sixpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And took fourpence home to my wife.

Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence,
I love fourpence better than my life;
I spent a penny of it, I spent another,

And I took twopence home to my wife

Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence, better than my life;

I love twopence better than

I spent a penny of it, I spent another,

And I took nothing home to my wife.

Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing, What will nothing buy for my wife?

I have nothing, I spend nothing,

I love nothing better than my wife.

HE north wind doth blow,

THE

And we shall have snow,

And what will poor Robin do then?

Poor thing!

He'll sit in a barn,

And to keep himself warm,

Will hide his head under his wing.

Poor thing!