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,

Kitty alone, Kitty alone,

There was a frog liv'd in a well,

Kitty alone, and I.

There was a frog liv'd in a well,
And a farce* mouse in a mill,

Cock me cary, Kitty alone,
Kitty alone and I.

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,
Kitty alone, &c.

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,
Kitty alone, &c.

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,
Kitty alone, &c.

And when her uncle Rat came home,
Who's been here since I've been gone?

Cock me cary, &c.

Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,

Kitty alone, &c.

Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,
That's been here since you've been gone,

Cock me cary, &c.

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.