DLXXV.

There was an old woman had three cows, Rosy, and Colin, and Dun; Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair, And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair And there was an end of her three cows, Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.

I'll away yhame, And tell my dame, That all my geese Are gane but yane; And it's a steg (_gander_), And it's lost a leg; And it'll be gane By I get yhame.