Bessy kept the garden gate, While Mary lived in plenty. LVII. My lady Wind, my lady Wind, She tried the key-hole in the door, And drove the chimney soot in. And then one night, when it was dark, That all the house was pothered: From it she rais'd up such a flame, As flamed away to Belting Lane, And White Cross folks were smothered. And thus when once, my little dears, A whisper reaches itching ears, The same will come, you'll find: Take my advice, restrain the tongue, Remember what old nurse has sung Of busy lady Wind! LVIII. ROBIN the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben, He eat more meat than fourscore men; He eat a butcher and a half; He eat a church, he eat a steeple, He eat the priest and all the people! LIX. PEG, Peg, with a wooden leg, Her father was a miller: He tossed the dumpling at her head, LX. [THE tale of Jack Horner has long been appropriated to the nursery. The four lines which follow are the traditional ones, and they form part of "The pleasant History of Jack Horner, containing his witty Tricks and pleasant Pranks, which he plaied from his Youth to his riper Years," 12mo. a copy of which is in the Bodleian Library.] LITTLE Jack Horner, sat in the corner, He put in his thumb, and took out a plum, LXI. [THIS nursery song may probably commemorate a part of Tom Thumb's history, extant in a little Danish work, treating of "Swain Tomling, a man no bigger than a thumb, who would be married to a woman three ells and three quarters long." See Mr. Thoms' Preface to "Tom à Lincoln," p. xi.] I HAD a little husband, No bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint pot, And then I bade him drum: I gave him a pair of garters LXII. THERE was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all well and put them to bed. LXIII. [The following is a Scotch version of the same song.] THERE was a wee bit wifie, Who lived in a shoe; She kenn'd na what to do. She gaed to the market To buy a sheep-head; When she came back They were a' lying dead. To get them a coffin; When she came back They were a' lying laughing. She gaed up the stair, To ring the bell; The bell-rope broke, And down she fell. LXIV. TAFFY was a Welchman, Taffy was a thief; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in; Taffy came to my house, and stole a silver pin: I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed, I took up a poker and flung it at his head. LXV. OLD Dr. Foster went to Gloster, When he came there, he sat in his chair, And gave all the people a rod. LXVI. MARY had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow, The sweetest note he always sung, She often where the cage was hung, |