CCLVI. [The following was sung to the tune of Chevy Chace. It was taken from a poetical tale in the Choyce Poems,' 12mo, London, 1662, the music to which may be seen in D'Urfey's Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p. 1.] THREE children sliding on the ice Upon a summer's day, As it fell out, they all fell in, Now had these children been at home, You parents all that children have, CCLVII. THERE was a man of Newington, CCLVIII. Ir all the world was apple-pie, And all the sea was ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, CCLIX. [The following occurs in a MS. of the seventeenth century in the Sloane collection, the reference to which I have unfortunately mislaid.] THE man in the wilderness asked me, How many strawberries grew in the sea? many as red herrings grew in the wood. CCLX. [The conclusion of the following resembles a verse in the nursery history of Mother Hubbard.] THERE was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink : Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet; This plaguy old woman could never be quiet. She went to the baker, to buy her some bread, And when she came home her old husband was dead; She went to the clerk to toll the bell, And when she came back her old husband was well. CCLXI. HERE am I, little jumping Joan; CCLXII. THERE was an old woman had nothing, CCLXIII. THERE was a little Guinea-pig, When from a place he ran away, He often squeak'd, and sometimes vi❜lent, He knew a mouse was not a rat. One day, as I am certified, After Guido Reni. TWELFTH CLASS-LULLABIES. CCLXIV. HUSHY baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye; Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart, Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart. ROCK-A-BYE, baby, thy cradle is green; CCLXVII. BYE, O my baby! O then my poor baby did'nt cry! For want of good keeping, CCLXVIII. HUSH a bye a ba lamb, Hush a bye a milk cow, You shall have a little stick To beat the naughty bow-wow. |