AS I a

S I was going to Derby all on a market-day,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay;

Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay;
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay.

This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more;

No more, no more, no more;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more.

The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high,
As I've been plainly told, sir, they reach'd up to the sky;

The sky, the sky, the sky;
As I've been plainly told, sir, they reach'd up to the sky.

The tail that grew on his back, sir, was six yards and an ell;
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market-bell ;

The bell, the bell, the bell ;
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market-bell.

8.

COME

HOME hither, sweet Robin, and be not

afraid, I would not hurt even a feather; Come hither, sweet Robin, and pick up

some bread,
To feed

you
this
very

cold weather. I don't mean to frighten you, poor little

thing, And

pussy-cat is not behind me; So hop about pretty, and drop down your

wing, And pick up some crumbs, and don't

mind me.

But now the wind blows, and I must not

stay long, I shall let all the snow and the sleet in; So remember next summer to give me a

song, To pay for the breakfast you're eating. I don't mean to frighten you, poor little

thing, And pussy-cat is not behind me; So hop about pretty, and drop down your

wing, And pick up some crumbs, and don't