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There were three jovial Welshmen, As I have heard them say, And they would go a-hunting Upon St. David's day.

All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find But a ship a-sailing, A-sailing with the wind.

One said it was a ship, The other he said, nay; The third said it was a house, With the chimney blown away.

And all the night they hunted, And nothing could they find But the moon a-gliding, A-gliding with the wind.

One said it was the moon, The other he said, nay; The third said it was a cheese, And half o't cut away.

And all the day they hunted, And nothing could they find But a hedgehog in a bramble bush, And that they left behind.

The first said it was a hedgehog, The second he said, nay; The third it was a pincushion, And the pins stuck in wrong way.

And all the night they hunted, And nothing could they find But a hare in a turnip field, And that they left behind.

The first said it was a hare, The second he said, nay; The third said it was a calf, And the cow had run away.

And all the day they hunted, And nothing could they find But an owl in a holly tree, And that they left behind.

One said it was an owl, The other he said, nay; The third said 'twas an old man, And his beard growing grey.

Is John Smith within?-- Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe?-- Ay, marry, two, Here a nail, there a nail, Tick, tack, too.

Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep, They met together in Grace-church Street; In and out, in and out, over the way, Oh! says Johnny, 'tis chop-nose day.

Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, Apple seed and apple thorn; Wine, brier, limber-lock, Five geese in a flock, Sit and sing by a spring, O-U-T, and in again.