DXIX.

A pie sate on a pear-tree, A pie sate on a pear-tree, A pie sate on a pear-tree, Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O! Once so merrily hopp'd she, Twice so merrily hopp'd she, Thrice so merrily hopp'd she, Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!

[An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.]

There was an old crow Sat upon a clod: There's an end of my song, That's odd!

Cuckoo, Cuckoo, What do you do? In April I open my bill; In May I sing night and day; In June I change my tune; In July Away I fly; In August Away I must.

"Robert Barnes, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine?" "Yes, good sir, that I can, As well as any other man: There's a nail, and there's a prod, And now, good sir, your horse is shod."

Catch him, crow! carry him, kite! Take him away till the apples are ripe; When they are ripe and ready to fall, Home comes [Johnny,] apples and all.

Dickery, dickery, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, Dickery, dickery, dare.

Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay.

Pussy sat by the fire-side In a basket full of coal-dust; Bas- ket, Coal- dust, In a basket full of coal-dust!

Little Robin Red-breast Sat upon a rail: Niddle naddle went his head, Wiggle waggle went his tail.

Little Robin Red-breast, Sat upon a hirdle; With a pair of speckled legs, And a green girdle.

Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf, Peter Henderson got the half; Willy Wilkinson got the head, Ring the bell, the calf is dead!

Hie hie, says Anthony, Puss in the pantry Gnawing, gnawing A mutton mutton-bone; See now she tumbles it, See now she mumbles it, See how she tosses The mutton mutton-bone.

A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig, Or a pig without e'er a tail, A sow-pig, or a boar-pig, Or a pig with a curly tail.