CCCLXXV.

My true love lives far from me, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie. Many a rich present he sends to me, Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

He sent me a goose, without a bone; He sent me a cherry, without a stone. Petrum, &c.

He sent me a Bible, no man could read; He sent me a blanket, without a thread. Petrum, &c.

How could there be a goose without a bone? How could there be a cherry without a stone? Petrum, &c.

How could there be a Bible no man could read? How could there be a blanket without a thread? Petrum, &c.

When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone; When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone. Petrum, &c.

When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read; When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread. Petrum, &c.

CCCLXXVI.

There was a man and he was mad, And he jump'd into a pea-swad;[A] The pea-swad was over-full, So he jump'd into a roaring bull; The roaring bull was over-fat, So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat; The gentleman's hat was over-fine, So he jump'd into a bottle of wine; The bottle of wine was over-dear, So he jump'd into a bottle of beer; The bottle of beer was over-thick, So he jump'd into a club-stick; The club-stick was over-narrow, So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow; The wheel-barrow began to crack, So he jump'd on to a hay-stack; The hay-stack began to blaze, So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!

[Footnote A: The pod or shell of a pea.]

CCCLXXVII.

I saw a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea; And, oh! it was all laden With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold:

The four-and-twenty sailors, That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice, With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back; And when the ship began to move, The captain said, "Quack! quack!"

CCCLXXVIII.

Barney Bodkin broke his nose, Without feet we can't have toes; Crazy folks are always mad, Want of money makes us sad.

CCCLXXIX.

If a man who turnips cries Cries not when his father dies, It is a proof that he would rather Have a turnip than his father.

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TWELFTH CLASS--LULLABIES.