DXLII.

Betty Pringle had a little pig, Not very little and not very big, When he was alive he lived in clover, But now he's dead, and that's all over. So Billy Pringle he laid down and cried, And Betty Pringle she laid down and died; So there was an end of one, two, and three: Billy Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And the piggy wiggy.

Cock Robin got up early, At the break of day, And went to Jenny's window, To sing a roundelay.

He sang Cock Robin's love To the pretty Jenny Wren, And when he got unto the end, Then he began again.

I had two pigeons bright and gay, They flew from me the other day; What was the reason they did go? I cannot tell for I do not know.

Jack Sprat's pig, He was not very little, Nor yet very big; He was not very lean, He was not very fat; He'll do well for a grunt, Says little Jack Sprat.