Nursery Rhyme. CXI. Scholastic.

        Cross patch,
        Draw the latch,
    Sit by the fire and spin;
        Take a cup,
        And drink it up,
    Then call your neighbours in.

    My story's ended,
    My spoon is bended:
    If you don't like it,
    Go to the next door,
    And get it mended.

    I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,
    I gave him some work, and he did it very well;
    I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,
    He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;
    I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
    He tumbled down and fell in a rage;
    I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,
    He came up again and said there was none there.

    Snail, snail, put out your horns,
    I'll give you bread and barleycorns.

    I had a little dog, and they called him Buff;
    I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;
    But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff,
    So take that cuff, and that's enough.

            Hark, hark,
            The dogs do bark,
    Beggars are coming to town;
            Some in jags,
            Some in rags,
    And some in velvet gowns.