Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXXI. Love And Matrimony.

    Master I have, and I am his man,
    Gallop a dreary dun;
    Master I have, and I am his man,
    And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;
    With a heighly gaily gamberally,
        Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
        Gallop a dreary dun.

    Rowley Powley, pudding and pie,
    Kissed the girls and made them cry;
    When the girls begin to cry,
    Rowley Powley runs away.

    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 gold ring.

    As I was going up Pippen-hill,
        Pippen-hill was dirty,
    There I met a pretty miss,
        And she dropt me a curtsey.

    Little miss, pretty miss,
        Blessings light upon you!
    If I had half-a-crown a day,
        I'd spend it all on you.

    There was a little boy and a little girl
    Lived in an alley;
    Says the little boy to the little girl,
    "Shall I, oh! shall I?"

    Says the little girl to the little boy,
    "What shall we do?"
    Says the little boy to the little girl,
    "I will kiss you."

    Love your own, kiss your own.
        Love your own mother, hinny,
    For if she was dead and gone,
        You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.