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:
            With my, &c.

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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,
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The Plough Boy In Luck

1.
My daddy is dead, but I can't tell you how;
He left me six horses to follow the plough;
With my whim wham waddle ho!
Strim stram straddle ho!
Bubble ho! pretty boy, over the brow.

2.
I sold my six horses to buy me a cow;
And wasn't that a pretty thing to follow the plough?
With my, &c.

3.
I sold my cow to buy me a calf,
For I never made a bargain but I lost the best half.
With my, &c.

4.
I sold my calf to buy me a cat,
To sit down before the fire to warm her little back.
With my, &c.

5.
I sold my cat to buy me a mouse,
But she took fire in her tail and so burnt up my house.
With my, &c.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCIX. Natural History.

    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.
    Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,
    He would not come to my house, I made a little feast,
    I had but little, but I would give him some,
    For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum.

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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.

    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 ...

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXCIX. Games.

    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
        To see what Tommy can buy;
    A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
        And a twopenny apple-pie.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXIV. Songs.

    There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,
    There was a man in our toone, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, an old razor, an old razor,
    And he played upon an old razor, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.

    And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, the good roast beef, the good roast beef,
    And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, & c.

    And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe,
    And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, & c.

    And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps,

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