Nursery Rhyme. CXXXII. Songs.

        [This is the version generally given in nursery collections, but is somewhat different in the 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p. 148.]

    One misty moisty morning
    When cloudy was the weather,
    There I met an old man
    Clothed all in leather;
    Clothed all in leather,
    With cap under his chin, -
    How do you do, and how do you do,
    And how do you do again!

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCV. Lullabies.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXVII. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXII. Tales.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXIX. Jingles.

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        [From 'Histrio-mastix, or, the Player Whipt,' 4to, Lond. 1610. Mr. Rimbault tells me this is common in Yorkshire.]

            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,
            With pumps full of gravel,
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Nursery Rhyme. CXXX. Songs.

    Oh, where are you going,
        My pretty maiden fair,
    With your red rosy cheeks,
        And your coal-black hair?
    I'm going a-milking,
        Kind sir, says she;
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        Where you'll find me.

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        Kind sir, says she, &c.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXV. Songs.

        [A north-country song.]

    Says t'auld man tit oak tree,
    Young and lusty was I when I kenn'd thee;
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    Young and lusty was I mony a lang year;
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Nursery Rhyme. CLIII. Songs.

    Old Father of the Pye,
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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLVI. Relics.

    My little old man and I fell out,
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    And that's the way the row begun.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLV. Songs.

    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:

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            And spilt the water,
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