Sing heigho says Rowley,

Whether his mother would let him or no.

With a rowley powley gammon and spinach,
Heigho says Anthony Rowley.

So off he march'd with his opera hat,

Heigho says Rowley,

With a rowley powley, &c.

And on the way he met with a rat;

And when they came to mouse's hall,

Heigho says Rowley,

They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.

With a rowley powley, &c.

Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?”

Heigho says Rowley.

Yes, kind sir, I am sitting to spin."

With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?”

Heigho says Rowley,

"For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."

With a rowley powley, &c.

Now while they were all a merry-making,

Heigho says Rowley,

The cat and her kittens came tumbling in;

With a rowley powley, &c.

The cat she seized the rat by the crown,

Heigho says Rowley.

The kittens they pull'd the little mouse down.

With a rowley powley, &c.

This put poor Frog in a terrible fright,

Heigho says Rowley,

So he took up his hat, and he wish'd them good night;

With a rowley powley, &c.

But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,

Heigho says Rowley,

A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.

With a rowley powley, &c.

So there was an end of one, two, and three,

Heigho says Rowley,

The rat, the mouse, and the little Frog-gee!

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho says Anthony Rowley.

THE AMUSING HISTORY

OF

THE OLD WOMAN

ANI

HER PI G.

ILLUSTRATED

WITH SEVEN PICTURES BY

JOHN ABSOLON AND HARRISON WEIR.

ONCE upon a time an old Dame was sweeping out her cottage, when, to her great joy, she found a silver sixpence. The good Dame sat down to think what she should do with such a good piece of luck, for you must know that in days gone by a silver sixpence was worth much more than it is now-a-days; and first of all she thought she would buy a fat duck, and then she

thought she would buy a hen that laid eggs well, but after thinking and thinking for a long, long time, she thought at last she would buy a pig! So the old Dame put up her broom in the closet, and then got out her best high-heeled shoes, and her best cap, and her steeple-crowned hat, and made herself very smart, and then taking her good old stick, the old Dame set out for the market-town close by.

The way to the town was through green lanes and across large meadows, and as the old Dame clambered over the stile at the end of the meadow, she sat on the top to rest herself and to think again on her good luck. Then she went on again till she came to the town, and she went straight to the market-place, and there she found a boy with a nice white pig to sell; so, after a little bargaining, she gave the boy the silver sixpence for the white pig, and then she tied a piece of string to one of the pig's hind-legs, and began to drive him home.