Nursery Rhyme. CCXC. Games.

    There were three jovial Welshmen,
        As I have heard them say,
    And they would go a-hunting
        Upon St. David's day.

    All the day they hunted,
        And nothing could they find
    But a ship a-sailing,
        A-sailing with the wind.

    One said it was a ship,
        The other he said, nay;
    The third said it was a house,
        With the chimney blown away.

    And all the night they hunted,
        And nothing could they find
    But the moon a-gliding,
        A-gliding with the wind.

    One said it was the moon,
        The other he said, nay;
    The third said it was a cheese,
        And half o't cut away.

    And all the day they hunted,
        And nothing could they find
    But a hedgehog in a bramble bush,
        And that they left behind.

    The first said it was a hedgehog,
        The second he said, nay;
    The third it was a pincushion,
        And the pins stuck in wrong way.

    And all the night they hunted,
        And nothing could they find
    But a hare in a turnip field,
        And that they left behind.

    The first said it was a hare,
        The second he said, nay;
    The third said it was a calf,
        And the cow had run away.

    And all the day they hunted,
        And nothing could they find
    But an owl in a holly tree,
        And that they left behind.

    One said it was an owl,
        The other he said, nay;
    The third said 'twas an old man,
        And his beard growing grey.