The frog he came whistling through the brook, Kitty alone, &c.

The frog he came whistling through the brook, And there he met with a dainty duck.

Cock me cary, &c.

This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,
Kitty alone, Kitty alone,

This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,
So there's an end of my history book.
Cock me cary, Kitty alone,

Kitty alone and I.

XCIV.

THERE was an old woman toss'd up in a blanket,
Ninety-nine times as high as the moon:

But where she was going no mortal could tell,
For under her arm she carried a broom.

Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I,
Whither, ah! whither, whither so high?
Oh! I'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky,
And I'll be with you by and by.

XCV.

THERE was an old woman,

And she sold puddings and pies:
She went to the mill,

And the dust flew in her eyes:
Hot pies and cold pies to sell!
Wherever she goes,

You can follow her by the smell.

XCVI.

OLD Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag, She would go to Stoken Church fair;

And then old Father Peter, said he would meet her, Before she got half way there.

XCVII.

GILES Collins he said to his old mother,
Mother, come bind up my head;
And send to the parson of our parish,
For to-morrow I shall be dead, dead,

For to-morrow I shall be dead.

His mother she made him some water-gruel,
And stirred it round with a spoon ;
Giles Collins he ate up his water-gruel,
And died before 'twas noon,

And died before 'twas noon.

Lady Anna was sitting at her window,
Mending her night-robe and coif;

She saw the very prettiest corpse,
She'd seen in all her life, life,
She'd seen in all her life.

What bear ye there, ye six strong men,
Upon your shoulders so high?

We bear the body of Giles Collins,
Who for love of you did die, die,

Who for love of you did die.

Set him down! set him down! Lady Anna she cry'd,
On the grass that grows so green;
To-morrow before the clock strikes ten,

My body shall lie by his'n, his'n,
My body shall lie by his'n.

Lady Anna was buried in the cast

Giles Collins was buried in the west;
There grew a lily from Giles Collins,
That touch'd Lady Anna's breast, breast,
That touch'd Lady Anna's breast.

There blew a cold north-easterly wind,

And cut this lily in twain;

Which never there was seen before,

And it never will again, again,
And it never will again.

XCVIII.

LITTLE BO-peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them:
Let them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,

And dreamt she heard them bleating:

But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they still were all fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,

Determin'd for to find them;

She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.

It happen'd one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
Unto a meadow hard by:

There she espy'd their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.

She heav'd a sigh, and wip'd her eye,

And over the hillocks went stump-o;

And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
To tack again each to its rump-o.

XCIX.

hum!

JOHN COOK had a little grey mare; he, haw, Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum.

John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum. And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum.

John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he haw, hum: His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum.

The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, ha, hum: If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he,

haw, hum.

C.

THERE was a mad man and he had a mad wife,

And they liv'd in a mad town:

And they had children three at a birth,

And mad they were every one.