DVIII.

As I went over the water, The water went over me. I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree: The one called me a rascal, The other called me a thief; I took up my little black stick, And knocked out all their teeth.

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among them durst not touch her tail; She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.