Aunt Kitty's Stories Part 28

The diamond king I fain would sing, And likewise his fair queen; But that the knave, A haughty slave, Must needs step in between: "Good diamond king, With hempen string This haughty knave destroy; Then may your queen, With mind serene, Your royal love enjoy."

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To market, to market, a gallop, a trot, To buy some meat to put in the pot; Five cents a quarter, ten cents a side, If it hadn't been killed, it must have died.

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The North Wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then?

He will hop to a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!

Away, pretty Robin, fly home to your nest, To make you my captive I still should like best, And feed you with worms and with bread: Your eyes are so sparkling, your feathers so soft, Your little wings flutter so pretty aloft, And your breast is all cover'd with red.

When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in, Now I am a great boy and fit to serve the king; I can handle a musket, I can smoke a pipe, I can kiss a pretty girl at ten o'clock at night.

Mary had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs, upon my word He was a pretty fellow.

The sweetest notes he always sung, Which much delighted Mary, And often where the cage was hung, She stood to hear Canary.

Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it, She opened the bag, he was out in a minute, The Cat saw him jump, and run under the table, And the dog said, catch him, puss, soon as you're able.