CLXXIX.

If I'd as much money as I could spend, I never would cry old chairs to mend; Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend; I never would cry old chairs to mend.

If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry old clothes to sell; Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell; I never would cry old clothes to sell.

Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle daughter dear; I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear. Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound; I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound.

I'll sing you a song, Though not very long, Yet I think it as pretty as any, Put your hand in your purse, You'll never be worse, And give the poor singer a penny.