CLVIII.

Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free, And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!

Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose, Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose; Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free, With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

Merry have we met, and merry have we been, Merry let us part, and merry meet again; With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free, And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

My maid Mary She minds her dairy, While I go a hoing and mowing each morn, Merrily run the reel And the little spinning wheel Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.

Hot-cross Buns! Hot-cross Buns! One a penny, two a penny Hot-cross Buns!

Hot-cross Buns! Hot-cross Buns! If ye have no daughters, Give them to your sons.