Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXII. Lullabies.

        [The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,' fol., London, 1611, p. 3.]

    To market, to market,
        To buy a plum bun:
    Home again, come again,
        Market is done.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLIII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXX. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXVI. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCII. Lullabies.

    To market, to market,
        To buy a plum cake;
    Home again, home again,
        Ne'er a one baked;
    The baker is dead and all his men,
    And we must go to market again.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCLVII. Relics.

    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.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXVII. Relics.

    To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
    To buy some meat to put in the pot;
    Threepence a quarter, a groat a side,
    If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXI. Games.

    To market ride the gentlemen,
        So do we, so do we;
    Then comes the country clown,
        Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;
    First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim;
    Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;
    Then comes the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLVI. Songs.

        [From 'Histrio-mastix, or, the Player Whipt,' 4to, Lond. 1610. Mr. Rimbault tells me this is common in Yorkshire.]

            Some up, and some down,
            There's players in the town,
    You wot well who they be;
            The sun doth arise,
            To three companies,
    One, two, three, four, make wee!

            Besides we that travel,
            With pumps full of gravel,
    Made all of such running leather:
            That once in a week,
            New masters we seek,
    And never can hold together.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXIII. Jingles.

    To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
        Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
    Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,
        Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

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