MY MOTHER'S BOUNCING GAL. 81

THE SPINNER.

THERE was an old woman sat spinning,

And that's the first beginning;

She had a calf,

And that's half;

She threw it over the wall

And that's all.

MY MOTHER'S BOUNCING GAL.

WHAT care I how black I be,
Twenty pounds will marry me;
If twenty won't, forty shall:
I am my mother's bouncing gal.

THOUGH A LASS BE NE'ER SO FAIR.

THOUGH a lass be ne'er so fair,

If she want the penny siller,

She may stand till ninety-nine,

Ere the wind blow a man till her.

Though a lass be ne'er so black,

If she hae the penny siller,

Set her up on Tintock tap,

The wind will blow a man till her.

A SCHOOLBOY'S CONFESSION.
AMO, amas, I love a lass,

As a cedar tall and slender;

Sweet cowslips grace her nominative case,
And she's of the feminine gender.

ON SATURDAY NIGHT.

ON Saturday night
Shall be all my care,
To powder my locks,
And curl my hair.

On Sunday morning
My love will come in,
When he will marry me
With a gay gold ring.

JACK AND GILL.

JACK and Gill

Went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down,

And broke his crown,

And Gill came tumbling after.

BLOW THE FIRE, BLACKSMITH!

BLOW the fire, blacksmith!
The sparks begin to fly.
Before I'd have an old man,
I'd lay me down and die.

I'd sooner have a young man,
With an apple in his hand,
Than I would have an old man,
With all his house and land.

An old man comes grumbling in—
"I'm weary of my life;"

A young man comes jumping in—

"Come, kiss me, my dear wife!"