Nursery Rhyme. CXLVIII. Songs.

As I was walking o'er little Moorfields,
    I saw St. Paul's a running on wheels,
                                    With a fee, fo, fum.
    Then for further frolics I'll go to France.
    While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance,
                                    With a fee, fo fum.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCLIX. Relics.

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            Some up, and some down,
            There's players in the town,
    You wot well who they be;
            The sun doth arise,
            To three companies,
    One, two, three, four, make wee!

            Besides we that travel,
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        [A game-rhyme.]

    Trip and go, heave and hoe,
    Up and down, to and fro;
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    Two and two let us rove,
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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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Nursery Rhyme. CCXCIX. Games.

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        Here goes my lord
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        Here goes my lady
    A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!
            Here goes my young master
        Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch:
            Here goes my young miss,
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