Nursery Rhyme. DCXVI. Relics.

    Hannah Bantry in the pantry,
        Eating a mutton bone;
    How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,
        When she found she was alone!

        Baby and I
        Were baked in a pie,
    The gravy was wonderful hot:
        We had nothing to pay
        To the baker that day,
    And so we crept out of the pot.

    Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
        The fat begins to fry:
    There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
        Father, mother, and I.

        I had a little moppet,
        I put it in my pocket,
    And fed it with corn and hay;
        Then came a proud beggar,
        And swore he would have her,
    And stole little moppet away.

    The quaker's wife got up to bake,
        Her children all about her,
    She gave them every one a cake,
        And the miller wants his moulter.

    Peg, peg, with a wooden leg,
        Her father was a miller:
    He tossed the dumpling at her head,
        And said he could not kill her.