CCCCLVI.

Up hill and down dale; Butter is made in every vale, And if that Nancy Cook Is a good girl, She shall have a spouse, And make butter anon, Before her old grandmother Grows a young man.

CCCCLVII.

Jack in the pulpit, out and in; Sold his wife for a minikin pin.

CCCCLVIII.

Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see, Did you see my wife looking for me? She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it, And dimity petticoats over her knee.

Rosemary green, And lavender blue, Thyme and sweet marjoram, Hyssop and rue.

"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" "Down in the forest to milk my cow." "Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now; When I send for thee, then come thou."