C. The cock's on the dunghill a blowing his horn; CI. Yankee Doodle came to town, CII. Little Jenny Wren fell sick upon a time, When in came Robin Red-breast, and brought her bread and wine; "Eat, Jenny, drink, Jenny, all shall be thine!" Then Jenny she got better, and stood upon her feet, CIII. [Another version.] Jenny Wren fell sick In came Robin Red-breast, And brought her sops and wine. Eat well of the sop, Jenny, Drink well of the wine; Thank you, Robin, kindly, You shall be mine. Jenny, she got well, And stood upon her feet, And told Robin plainly, She lov'd him not a bit. Robin being angry, Hopped on a twig, Saying, out upon you, Fy upon you, bold faced jig! CIV. THE STORY OF CATSKIN. [As related by an old nurse, aged eighty-one. The story is of oriental origin; but the song, as recited, was so very imperfect, that a few necessary additions and alterations have been made.] There once was a gentleman grand, Who lived at his country-seat; He wanted an heir to his land, For he'd nothing but daughters yet. His lady's again in the way, So she said to her husband with joy; "I hope some or other fine day, To present you, my dear, with a boy." The gentlemen answered gruff, "If t should turn out a maid or a mouse, The lady at this declaration, Almost fainted away with pain; When a sweet little girl came again! She sent her away to be nurs'd, To a school she was packed away. Fifteen summers are fled, Now she left good Mrs. Jervis ; To see home she was forbid,— She determined to go and seek service. Her dresses so grand and so gay, She carefully rolled in a knob ; Which she hid in a forest away, And put on a Catskin robe. She knock'd at a castle gate, They sent her some meat on a plate, My lady looked long in her face, So Catskin was under the cook, And broke poor Catskin's head. |