CCXLII.

THERE was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row,
He had five hens, and a name for them, oh!

Bill and Ned and Battock,
Cut-her-foot and Pattock,
Chuck, my lady Prattock,
Go to thy nest and lay.

CURLY locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?

Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine: But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,

And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!

CCLXV.

I'LL sing you a song,
Nine verses long,

For a pin;

Three and three are six,

And three are nine;

You are a fool,

And the pin is mine.

CCLXVI.

THE quaker's wife got up to bake,
Her children all about her,

She

gave them every one a cake,

And the miller wants his moulter.

CCLXVII.

BARBER, barber, shave a pig,
How many hairs will make a wig?
"Four and twenty, that's enough.'
Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.

CCLXVIII.

WE'LL go a shooting, says Robin to Bobbin;
We'll go a shooting, says Richard to Robin;
We'll go a shooting, says John all alone;
We'll go a shooting, says every one.

What shall we kill, says Robin to Bobbin;
What shall we kill, says Richard to Robin
What shall we kill, says John all alone`;
What shall we kill, says every one.

;

We'll shoot at that wren, says Robin to Bobbin; We'll shoot at that wren, says Richard to Robin; We'll shoot at that wren, says John all alone; We'll shoot at that wren, says every one.

She's down, she's down, says Robin to Bobbin;
She's down, she's down, says Richard to Robin;
She's down, she's down, says John all alone;
She's down, she's down, says every one.

How shall we get her home, says Robin to Bobbin ;
How shall we get her home, says Richard to Robin;
How shall we get her home, says John all alone;
How shall we get her home, says every one.

We'll hire a cart, says Robin to Bobbin ;
We'll hire a cart, says Richard to Robin;
We'll hire a cart, says John all alone;
We'll hire a cart, says every one.

Then hoist, boys, hoist, says Robin to Bobbin;
Then hoist, boys, hoist, says Richard to Robin;
Then hoist, boys, hoist, says John all alone;
Then hoist, boys, hoist, says every one.

So they brought her away, after each pluck'd a feather, And when they got home, shar'd the booty together.

As I was going up Pippen-hill

Pippen-hill was dirty,
There I met a pretty miss,

And she dropt me a curtesy.

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Little miss, pretty miss,
Blessings light upon you,
If I had half-a-crown a day,
I'd spend it all upon you.

CCLXXI.

I AM a pretty wench,

And I come a great way hence,

And sweethearts I can get none:

But every dirty sow,

Can get sweethearts enow,

And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.

CCLXXII.

THERE was a little boy and a little girl

Liv'd in an alley;

Says the little boy to the little girl,

Shall I, oh, shall I?

Says the little girl to the little boy,

What shall we do?

Says the little boy to the little girl,

I will kiss you.