Nursery Rhyme. CLXXVII. Songs.

        [Another version from MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 17, written in the time of Charles I.]

    Hic hoc, the carrion crow,
    For I have shot something too low:
    I have quite missed my mark,
    And shot the poor sow to the heart;
    Wife, bring treacle in a spoon,
    Or else the poor sow's heart will down.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXVI. Songs.

    A carrion crow sat on an oak,
        Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
    Watching a tailor shape his cloak;
        Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
        Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

    Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
        Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
    That I may shoot yon carrion crow;
        Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
        Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

    The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
        Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
    And shot his own sow quite through the heart;
        Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
        Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

    Wife, bring brandy in a spoon,
        Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVIII. Natural History.

        [A north country version of a very common nursery rhyme, sung by a child, who imitates the crowing of a cock.]

    Cock-a-doodle-do,
    My dad's gane to ploo;
    Mammy's lost her pudding-poke,
    And knows not what to do.

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Nursery Rhyme. CL. Songs.

        [From W. Wager's play, called 'The longer thou livest, the more foole thou art,' 4to, Lond.]

    The white dove sat on the castle wall,
    I bend my bow and shoot her I shall;
    I put her in my glove both feathers and all;
    I laid my bridle upon the shelf,
    If you will any more, sing it yourself.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXX. Natural History.

        [An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.]

    There was an old crow
        Sat upon a clod:
    There's an end of my song,
        That's odd!

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLII. Songs.

    My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
    He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
                With my wing wang waddle oh,
                Jack sing saddle oh,
                Blowsey boys bubble oh,
                Under the broom.

    I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow;
    I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:
            With my, &c.

    I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
    I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:
            With my, &c.

    I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
    A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:
            With my, &c.

    I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;
    He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:
...

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXV. Songs.

    John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!
    Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!

    John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!
    And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!

    John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!
    His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!

    The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!
    If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!

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