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That worried the cat,
That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

7. This is the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

8. This is the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

9. This is the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

10. This is the cock that crow'd in the morn,

That wak'd the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tatter'd and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

11. This is the farmer sowing his corn,

That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,
That wak'd the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tatter'd and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn.
That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

P. 9, 1. 10. The rose is red. The tune to this may be found in the "English Dancing Master," 1650.

P.11, 1. 5.

P. 11, 1. 12.

Little. Sometimes, pretty.

To gern. That is, to cry as a child.

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P. 12, 1. 1. The king of France. In a little tract, called "The Pigges Corantoe, or Newes from the North," 4to. Lond. 1642, this is called “ Old Tarlton's Song." This fact is mentioned in Mr. Collier's Hist. Dram. Poet. vol. ii. p. 352, and also in the preface to Mr. Wright's Political Ballads, printed for the Percy Society. It is perhaps a parody on the popular epigram on Jack and Jill:

"Jack and Jill went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down, and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after."

There was an old play, now lost, called "Jack and Jill." I may here take the opportunity of inserting the following, which was accidentally omitted in the historical class:

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Did you hear the bells ring?

The parliament soldiers are gone to the king.
Some they did laugh, some they did cry,

To see the parliament soldiers pass by."

P. 13, 1.7.

There was a man in Thessaly. Sometimes, "There dwelt a man in Babylon," and is so quoted in "Twelfth Night," act ii. scene 3.

P. 14, 1. 8. Deuce take the. Sometimes, "down came.”

P. 16, 1.9. There was a little man. Sung to the same tune as No. 52. The following version is taken from a broadside printed at Strawberry Hill in the last century :

"There was a little man, and he woo'd a little maid,
And he said, my little maid, will you wed?

I have little more to say, than will you yea or nay?
For little said is soon mended.

"Then this little maid she said, little sir, you've little said, To induce a little maid for to wed;

You must say a little more, and must add a little dower,
E'er I make a little print in your bed.

"Then this little man reply'd, if you'll be my little bride, I'll raise my love note a little higher;

Tho' I little love to prate, yet you'll find my heart is great,
With the little God of Love all on fire.

"Then the little maid she said, your fire may warm the bed, But what shall we do for to eat?

Will the flames you're only rich in, make a fire in the kitchen,
And the Little God of Love turn the spit?

"Then this little man he sigh'd, and some say a little cry'd,
And his little heart was big all with sorrow;

I'll be your little slave, and if the little that I have
Be too little, little dear, I will borrow.

"Then this little man so shent, made the little maid relent,
And set her little soul a-thinking;

Tho' his little was but small, yet she had his little all,
And could have of a cat but her skin."

P. 17, 1. 1. I had a little moppet. This is a game.

P. 19,

1.8.

Three children sliding on the ice. Sung to

the tune of Chevy Chace.

P. 19, 1. 18. Some Christian people. Music in D'Urfey's

"Pills to purge Melancholy."

Alluded to in Gay's Trivia.

The first two lines

P. 25, 1.5. There was an old woman.

are the same with those of a song in D'Urfey's "Pills to

purge Melancholy."

P. 25, 1. 15. Kyloe. Query, Kerry.

P. 26, 1. 10.

MS. Lansd. The reference to this MS. should be No. 762. See "Reliq. Antiq." vol. i. p. 288. A broadside of this states that it is " sung to the tune of the London Prentice."

P. 28, 1.14. Faustus. Perhaps Foster.

P. 36, 1. 1. Lucy Locket. Lucy Locket and Kitty Fisher were two celebrated courtezans of the time of Charles II.

P. 36, 1. 13.

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray. These two stanzas are founded on the well-known Scotch story.

P. 38, 1. 13. The merriment of Jack Horner has, I believe, long since departed from the modern series, and I therefore give the following copy of it from Douce's collection: "The History of Jack Horner, containing the witty pranks he play'd, from his youth to his riper years, being pleasant for Winter Evenings."

I.

Of his birth and education.

JACK HORNER was a pretty lad,

near London he did dwell,
His father's heart he made full glad,
his mother loved him well:

She often sat him on her lap,

to turn him dry beneath,

And fed him with sweet sugar-pap, because he had no teeth.

While little Jack was sweet and young, if he by chance should cry, His mother pretty sonnets sung, with lulla-baby-by.

A pretty boy, a curious wit,

all people spoke his praise, And in the corner he would sit, on Christmas holidays.

And said, Jack Horner in the corner, eats good Christmas pye : With his thumbs pulls out the plums, crying what a good boy was I.

These pretty verses which he made upon his Christmas cheer,

Did gain him love, as it is said, of all both far and near;

For lasses lov'd his company,

each day above another;

For why? they knew that he would be a man before his mother.

He grew, I say, at any rate both proper, straight, and trim, So that young Nancy, Sue, and Kate, were all in love with him.

Happy was she that could enjoy
from him one kind embrace;
Though once he was a little boy,
yet now he grows apace.

So few were like him far and near,
and match for him was none;
As being thirteen inches high,
a giant to Tom Thumb.

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