Nursery Rhyme. CXVIII. Scholastic.

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

    Tell tale, tit!
    Your tongue shall be slit,
    And all the dogs in the town
    Shall have a little bit.

    Come when you're called,
        Do what you're bid,
    Shut the door after you,
        Never be chid.

    Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
        Father and mother are dead:
    Brother and sister are in the back yard,
        Begging for barley bread.

    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:

        They broke my pitcher,
            And spilt the water,
        And huff'd my mother,
            And chid her daughter,
    And kiss'd my sister instead of me.

    Speak when you're spoken to,
        Come when one call;
    Shut the door after you,
        And turn to the wall!