XXXVI. Toм, Tom, the piper's son, The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, XXXVII. THERE was an old woman Liv'd under a hill, She put a mouse in a bag, The miller did swear, By the point of his knife, He never took toll Of a mouse in his life! XXXVIII. FOUR and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among them durst not touch her tail; She put out her horns like a little kyloe cow, Run, tailors run, or she'll kill you all e'en now. XXXIX. JACK Sprat could eat no fat, They lick'd the platter clean. LITTLE Jack Jingle, He used to live single: XL. But when he got tired of this kind of life, He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife. XLI. [THE last verse of the following song is popular in our nurseries, and must be of great antiquity, as it is alluded to in MS. Lansd. 760, in a poem of the time of Henry VII.] COME all ye brisk young bachelors, That wish to have good wives; How you spend your lives. For women they are as various, When first you begin to court them, They're as mild as any dove, And you will think them, Full worthy of your love; But when you do get married, The case is altered then; For you will find, my friend, They can let loose their tongues! Now Aristotle chose A most commodious wife, As ever was in this land, Sir, A partner for his life; But soon he found out 'Twas all a hum, You must not stay to pick them, Blank or prize 'tis all a chance, There was a victim in a cart, One day for to be hung; And his reprieve was granted, And the cart was made to stand: "Come marry a wife and save your life!" The judge aloud did cry. "Oh why should I corrupt my life?" The victim did reply: "For here's a crowd of every sort, And why should I prevent the sport? The wife's the worst; drive on the cart!" XLII. THE lion and the unicorn, The lion beat the unicorn, XLIII. DOCTOR Faustus was a good man, He whipt his children now and then; When he whipp'd them he made them dance, Out of Scotland into France, Out of France into Spain, And then he whipp'd them back again! XLIV. LITTLE Miss Mopsey, ting curds and whey; There came a little spider, Who sat down beside her, And frightened little Miss Mopsey away! XLV. Toм married a wife on Sunday, Beat her well on Monday, Bad was she on Tuesday, Midling was she on Wednesday, Worse was she on Thursday, Dead was she on Friday; Glad was Tom on Saturday night, To bury his wife on Sunday. XLVI. SOLOMON Grundy, Married on Wednesday, |