CCLXXXVIII. I HAD a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod, Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out. He would not come to my house, I made a little feast; CCLXXXIX. DANCE, little baby, dance up high, There, little baby, there you go; Backwards and forwards, round and round; Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, CCXC. IF all the seas were one sea, And if all the axes were one axe, And if the great man took the great axe, And let it fall into the great sea, What a splish splash that would be!! CCXCI. JOHN BALL shot them all; John Scott made the shot, But John Ball shot them all. John Wyming made the priming, And John Scott made the shot, But John Ball shot them all. John Block made the stock, And John Brammer made the rammer, John Crowder made the powder, And John Wyming made the priming, And John Brammer made the rammer, And John Scott made the shot, But John Ball shot them all. John Puzzle made the muzzle, And John Scott made the shot, But John Ball shot them all. John Clint made the flint, And John Puzzle made the muzzle, But John Ball shot them all. John Patch made the match, John Clint made the flint, John Puzzle made the muzzle, John Wyming made the priming, But John Ball shot them all. LITTLE Tommy Tacket, CCXCII. Sits upon his cracket ;* Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket; Make him coat and jacket, Breeches to the knee. And if you will not have him, you may let him be. * A little three-legged stool seen by the ingle of every cottage in the north of England. Fourteenth Class.—Fragments. CCXCIII. LITTLE boy, pretty boy, where was you born? CCXCIV. WHEN I was a little boy, I had but little wit, It is some time ago and I've no more yet; For the longer I live, the more fool am I. CCXCV. CROSS patch, Draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup, And drink it up, And call your neighbours in. |