DCXLVII.

Who comes here? A grenadier. What do you want? A pot of beer. Where is your money? I've forgot. Get you gone, You drunken sot!

DCXLVIII.

Go to bed, Tom! Go to bed, Tom! Drunk or sober, Go to bed, Tom!

As I went over the water, The water went over me, I heard an old woman crying, Will you buy some furmity?

High diddle doubt, my candle out, My little maid is not at home: Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog, And fetch my little maid home.

Around the green gravel the grass grows green, And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen; Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk, And write their names with a pen and ink.

As I was going to sell my eggs, I met a man with bandy legs, Bandy legs and crooked toes, I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

Old Sir Simon the king, And young Sir Simon the 'squire, And old Mrs. Hickabout Kicked Mrs. Kickabout Round about our coal fire!

A good child, a good child, As I suppose you be, Never laughed nor smiled At the tickling of your knee.