The father was mad, the mother was mad,

And the children mad beside;

And they all got on a mad horse,

And madly they did ride.

They rode by night and they rode by day,

Yet never a one of them fell;

They rode so madly all the way,
Till they came to the gates of hell.

Old Nick was glad to see them so mad,

And gladly let them in:

But he soon grew sorry to see them so merry,
And let them out again.

CI.

THERE was an old man, and he liv'd in a wood;
And his lazy son Jack would snooze till noon:

Nor followed his trade, although it was good,

With a bill and stump for making of brooms, green brooms;

With a bill and a stump for making of brooms.

One morn in a passion, and sore with vexation,

He swore he would fire the room,

If he did not get up and go to his work,

And fall to the cutting of brooms, green brooms, &c.

Then Jack arose and slipt on his clothes,

And away to the woods very soon,

Where he made up his pack, and put it on his back,

Crying, Maids, do you want any brooms? green brooms, &c.

Three men in a tub;

The butcher, the baker,

The candlestick-maker,

They all fell out of a rotten potato.

CIII.

LITTLE Jack-a-dandy,

Loved plum cake, and sugar-candy, He bought some at a grocer's shop, And out he came, hop hop hop.

CIV.

DING, dong, bell,

Puss is in the well!

Who put her in,

Little Tommy Lin:

Who pulled her out,
Dog with long snout;
What a trick was that,

To drown my granny's cat,

Who never did any harm,

But catch the mice in the barn.

CV.

DINGTY diddledy,

My mammy's maid,
She stole oranges,

I am afraid;

Some in her pocket,

Some in her sleeve,

She stole oranges,

I do believe.

CVI.

COCK a doodle doo,

My dame has lost her shoe;

And master's lost his fiddling stick,

And don't know what to do.

Cock a doodle doo,

What is my dame to do?

Till master finds his fiddling stick

She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo,

My dame has found her shoe,

And master's found his fiddling stick,
Sing doodle doodle doo.

Cock a doodle doo,

My dame will dance with you,

While master fiddles his fiddling stick,

For dame and doodle doo.

CVII.

HEY ding a ding, what shall I sing?
How many holes in a skimmer?
Four-and-twenty,-my stomach is empty;
Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.

CVIII.

DEEDLE, deedle, dumpling, my son John, Went to the bed with his trousers on; One shoe off, the other shoe on,

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

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