LXXXV.

THERE was an old woman of Leeds,

Who spent all her time in good deeds; She worked for the poor,

Till her fingers were sore, This pious old woman of Leeds!

LXXXVI.

OLD mother Hubbard,

Went to the cupboard,

To get her poor dog a bone; But when she came there,

The cupboard was bare,

And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's

To buy him some bread, But when she came back

The poor dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's
To buy him a coffin,
But when she came back

The poor dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish

To get him some tripe, But when she came back

He was smoking his pipe.

She went to the ale-house
To get him some beer,
But when she came back
The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern

For white wine and red,

But when she came back

The dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat,

But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig,
But when she came back

He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit, But when she came back He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's

To buy him a coat, But when she came back

He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobler's
To buy him some shoes,
But when she came back

He was reading the news.

She went to the sempstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back
The dog was spinning.

She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose,

But when she came back

He was dress'd in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsey,

The dog made a bow;

The dame said, your servant,

The dog said, bow, wow.

OLD King Cole

LXXVII.

Was a merry old soul,

And a merry old soul was he;
And he called for his pipe,

And he called for his glass,

And he called for his fiddlers three.

And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he;

"Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers.

Oh there's none so rare,

As can compare,

With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

LXXIX.

Toм he was a piper's son,

He learn'd to play when he was young,
And all the tunes that he could play,
Was "Over the hills and far away;"
Over the hills, and a great way off,
And the wind will blow my top-knot off.

Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise, That he pleas'd both the girls and boys,

And they stopp'd to hear him play, "Over the hills and far away."

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.

LXXXIX.

THERE was a lady all skin and bone,
Sure such a lady was never known:
This lady went to church one day,

She went to church all for to pray.