Left off bow and arrows, With which he shot sparrows, And said he would have some fun. He shot at a pig, That was not very big, But pig away did run; Says he, to be sure, I am not very poor, I'll put some more shot in my gun. He shot at a cat, That had caught a rat, And hit her right on the pate; I'll have your furry skin To put my powder in, Your venison, no matter for that. He started a hare, The people did stare, Says he, I'll have you for my dinner; It being almost dark, He missed his mark, For he was a young beginner. He came to a stile, A man all the while A pitchfork had in his hand; Says he, give me the gun, All over the ploughed land. Unhappy was his lot, Into a hedge he got, The man came behind to beat him; Tom cannot get through, He had the man in view, But he contrived to cheat him. A house was in the vale, And Margery sold ale, Says he, I'll have some beer; Soon it will be night, And not a bit of light, My roundabout way home to cheer. A sow in the sty, As Tommy came by, Was calling her pigs to repose; Says Tom, I love fun, And at the pigs did run, But fell down and hurt his nose. Margery came out, To see what it was about, And she said, Master Tommy, O fye! He took up his gun, And he began to run, From the pigs that were in the sty. Tom at last got home, He would no longer roam, And his mother began to scold; Now he plays at taw, And is not quite so bold. Tom and his dog Tray, In the month of May, Went to play with a ball, Which he threw up to the sky, Yet not so very high, It soon came down with a fall. He had a little stick, It was not very thick, He hit the ball to make it go faster; His little dog Tray, Soon scampered away, To bring the ball back to his master. He got up a tree, As high as may be, Some eggs from a nest to obtain ; A bough bent in two, (You see it in the view), And he fell to the ground in great pain. A doctor they did call To cure him of the fall, A long while he kept his bed; At last he got well Of all that him befel, So this time he shall not be dead. Tom has now got better, Writes a pretty letter, And is always reading his book ; He is not quite so wild, As when he was a child And no pains with his learning he took. XCIII. THERE was a frog liv'd in a well, There was a frog liv'd in a well, Kitty alone, and I. There was a frog liv'd in a well, This frog he would a wooing ride, Kitty alone, &c. This frog he would a wooing ride, And on a snail he got astride. Cock me cary, &c. * Merry. He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall, Kitty alone, &c. He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall, And there he did both knock and call, Cock me cary, &c. Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee, Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee, To see if thou canst fancy me, Cock me cary, &c. Quoth she, answer I'll give you none, Quoth she, answer I'll give you none, Until my uncle Rat come home, Cock me cary, &c. And when her uncle Rat came home, And when her uncle Rat came home, Cock me cary, &c. Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman, Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman, Cock me cary, &c. |