THREE CHILDREN SLIDING ON THE ICE. Three children sliding on the ice, Upon a summer's day; As it fell out, they all fell in, The rest they ran away. Now had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground, Ten thousand pounds to one penny, You parents all that children have, If you would keep them safe abroad, LITTLE KING BOGGEN. Little King Boggen he built a fine hall, Pie crust and pastry crust that was the wall, The windows were made of black puddings and white, And slated with pancakes, you ne'er saw the like. 52 SIMPLE SIMON. SIMPLE SIMON. Simple Simon met a pieman Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny ; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed I have not any." Simple Simon went a-fishing All the water he had got Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle; He went to catch a dicky-bird, I HAD A LITTLE PONY. I had a little pony, His name was Dapple-grey, To ride a mile away; She whipp'd him, she slash'd him, TWELVE PEARS HANGING HIGH. Twelve pears hanging high, Twelve knights riding by; Each knight took a pear, And left eleven hanging there. HINX, MINX! THE OLD WITCH WINKS. Hinx, minx! the old witch winks, The fat begins to fry; There's nobody at home but jumping Joan, Father, mother, and I! HE that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith. 54 AS ROUND AS AN APPLE. THE MAN IN THE WILDERNESS ASKED ME. The man in the wilderness asked me, As many as red herrings grew in the wood. THIRTY WHITE HORSES ON A RED HILL. Thirty white horses on a red hill, Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still. HERE AM I. Here am I, little jumping Joan; AS ROUND AS AN APPLE. As round as an apple, As deep as a cup; And all the King's horses Can not pull it up. THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN. There was a little man, And he wooed a little maid, And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? I have little more to say, Then will you, yea or nay, For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded." The little maid replied, Some say, a little sighed, "But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat? Will the love that you're so rich in Make a fire in the kitchen? Or the little god of Love turn the spit spit, spit?" LITTLE NANNY ETTICOAT. Little Nanny Etticoat, In a white petticoat, And a red nose; The longer she stands, The shorter she grows. |