Nursery Rhyme. CLXXI. Songs.

    My father left me three acres of land,
        Sing ivy, sing ivy;
    My father left me three acres of land,
        Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!

    I ploughed it with a ram's horn,
        Sing ivy, sing ivy;
    And sowed it all over with one pepper corn,
        Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!

    I harrowed it with a bramble bush,
        Sing ivy, sing ivy;
    And reaped it with my little penknife,
        Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!

    I got the mice to carry it to the barn,
        Sing ivy, &c.
    And thrashed it with a goose's quill,
        Sing holly, &c.

    I got the cat to carry it to the mill,
        Sing ivy, &c.
    The miller he swore he would have her paw,
    And the cat she swore she would scratch his face,
        Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!

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Nursery Rhyme. CXCVIII. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXXIII. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXV. Gaffers And Gammers.

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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.

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        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;
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Nursery Rhyme. CXLV. Songs.

    Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,
    My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;
    She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly,
    For fear the young men should do me some harm.
        Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
        What naughty tricks they put upon me:

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            And spilt the water,
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            And chid her daughter,
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    I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,
    It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;
    When I got there I gave a great shout,
    Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.
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    I had but little, but I would give him some,
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Nursery Rhyme. CLXVI. Songs.

    There was a jolly miller
        Lived on the river Dee:
    He worked and sung from morn till night,
        No lark so blithe as he,
    And this the burden of his song
        For ever used to be -
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        I care for nobody - no! not I,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXIX. Lullabies.

    I won't be my father's Jack,
        I won't be my mother's Gill,
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        And have music when I will.
            T'other little tune,
            T'other little tune,
            Pr'ythee, love, play me
            T'other little tune.

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