DLI.

I had a little cow, to save her, I turned her into the meadow to graze her; There came a heavy storm of rain, And drove the little cow home again. The church doors they stood open, And there the little cow was cropen: The bell-ropes they were made of hay, And the little cow eat them all away: The sexton came to toll the bell, And pushed the little cow into the well!

In the month of February, When green leaves begin to spring, Little lambs do skip like fairies, Birds do couple, build, and sing.

Pussy sits behind the fire, How can she be fair? In comes the little dog, Pussy, are you there? So, so, Mistress Pussy, Pray how do you do? Thank you, thank you, little dog, I'm very well just now.

The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do? I can scarce maintain two. Pooh, pooh, says the wren, I have got ten, And keep them all like gentlemen!

Bow, wow, wow, Whose dog art thou? Little Tom Tinker's dog, Bow, wow, wow.

Pitty Patty Polt, Shoe the wild colt! Here a nail; And there a nail; Pitty Patty Polt.

How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou, Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou? Hiss! bow, a wow, wow!

Bobbin-a-Bobbin bent his bow, And shot at a woodcock and kill'd a yowe: The yowe cried ba, and he ran away, But never came back 'till midsummer-day.