The Nursery Rhymes of England Part 55

DCLI.

Around the green gravel the gra.s.s grows green, And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen; Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk, And write their names with a pen and ink.

DCLII.

As I was going to sell my eggs, I met a man with bandy legs, Bandy legs and crooked toes, I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

DCLIII.

Old Sir Simon the king, And young Sir Simon the 'squire, And old Mrs. Hickabout Kicked Mrs. Kickabout Round about our coal fire!

DCLIV.

A good child, a good child, As I suppose you be, Never laughed nor smiled At the tickling of your knee.

DCLV.

Jacky, come give me thy fiddle If ever thou mean to thrive; Nay, I'll not give my fiddle, To any man alive.

If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I'm gone mad, For many a joyful day My fiddle and I have had.

DCLVI.

Blenky my nutty-c.o.c.k, Blenk him away; My nutty-c.o.c.k's never Been blenk'd to-day.

What wi' carding and spinning on't wheel, We've never had time to blenk nutty-c.o.c.k weel; But let to-morrow come ever so sune, My nutty-c.o.c.k it sall be blenk'd by nune.

DCLVII.

To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake, Back again, back again, baby is late; To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun, Back again, back again, market is done.

DCLVIII.

St. Thomas's-day is past and gone, And Christmas is a-most a-come, Maidens arise, And make your pies, And save poor tailor Bobby some.

DCLIX.

How do you do, neighbour?

Neighbour, how do you do?

I am pretty well, And how does Cousin Sue do?

She's pretty well, And sends her duty to you, So does bonnie Nell.

Good lack, how does she do?

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