Nursery Rhyme. CXXXVII. Songs.

    Up at Piccadilly oh!
        The coachman takes his stand,
    And when he meets a pretty girl,
        He takes her by the hand;
            Whip away for ever oh!
            Drive away so clever oh!
            All the way to Bristol oh!
    He drives her four-in-hand.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXVIII. Scholastic.

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Jewels

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Nursery Rhyme. DXX. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXC. Love And Matrimony.

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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;
    And it's dabbling in the dew,
        Where you'll find me.

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        Kind sir, says she, &c.

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        My pretty maiden fair, &c.
    The wind may take it off again,
        Kind sir, says she, &c.

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        My pretty maiden fair, &c.
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        Kind sir, says she, &c.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLVI. Songs.

        [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,
    Made all of such running leather:
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            New masters we seek,
    And never can hold together.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXIII. Games.

    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
    To see an old lady upon a white horse,
    Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
    And so she makes music wherever she goes.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXCVIII. Games.

    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
    To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse;
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    And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCIX. Games.

        Here goes my lord
    A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,
        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,
        An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!
    The footman lays behind to tipple ale and wine,
    And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCV. Lullabies.

        Ride, baby, ride,
            Pretty baby shall ride,
    And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,
    And little pussy-cat tied to the other,
    And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,
            To see her grandmother,
            To see her grandmother.

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