CCCCIII.

Rock well my cradle, And "bee baa," my son; You shall have a new gown, When ye lord comes home.

Oh! still my child, Orange, Still him with a bell; I can't still him, ladie, Till you come down yoursell!

Where was a sugar and fretty? And where was jewel and spicy? Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle, And we'll go away in a tricy!

I'll buy you a tartan bonnet, And some feathers to put on it, Tartan trews and a phillibeg, Because you are so like your daddy.

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THIRTEENTH CLASS--JINGLES.