CCCCXLV.

"Where have you been all the day, My boy Willy?" "I've been all the day, Courting of a lady gay: But oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."

"What work can she do, My boy Willy? Can she bake and can she brew, My boy Willy?" "She can brew and she can bake, And she can make our wedding cake: But oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."

"What age may she be? What age may she be? My boy Willy?" "Twice two, twice seven, Twice ten twice eleven: But oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."

CCCCXLVI.

[This is part of a little work called 'Authentic Memoirs of the little Man and the little Maid, with some interesting

## particulars of their lives,' which I suspect is more modern

than the following. Walpole printed a small broadside containing a different version.]

There was a little man, And he woo'd a little maid, And he said, "little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? I have little more to say, Than will you, yea or nay, For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."

The little maid replied, Some say a little sighed, "But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat? Will the love that you're so rich in Make a fire in the kitchen? Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"

CCCCXLVII.

There was a little boy and a little girl Lived in an alley; Says the little boy to the little girl, "Shall I, oh! shall I?"

Says the little girl to the little boy, "What shall we do?" Says the little boy to the little girl, "I will kiss you."

CCCCXLVIII.

A cow and a calf, An ox and a half, Forty good shillings and three; Is that not enough tocher For a shoe-maker's daughter, A bonny lass with a black e'e?

CCCCXLIX.

O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller! I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.

As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks Were walking out one Sunday, Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, "To-morrow will be Monday."

Little Jack Jingle, He used to live single: But when he got tired of this kind of life, He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife.