PUSSY When is your wedding? for I'll come to 't, The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake, So, pussy cat, pussy cat, don't be too late. THE fox jump'd up on a moonlight night; The stars were shining, and all things bright; Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night For me to go through the town, e-oh! The fox when he came to yonder stile, The fox when he came to the farmer's gate, The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack; back The farmer's wife she jump'd out of bed, The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead, THERE She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink: Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, And yet this old woman could never be quiet. 49. LITTLE Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating his Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pull'd out a plum, |