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        Hey! diddle, diddle,
        The cat and the fiddle,
    The cow jumped over the moon;
        The little dog laugh'd
        To see the sport,
    While the dish ran after the spoon.

    A cat came fiddling out of a barn,
    With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;
    She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,
    The mouse has married the humble-bee;
    Pipe, cat, - dance, mouse,
    We'll have a wedding at our good house.

    To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
        Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
    Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,
        Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

    Little Dicky Dilver
    Had a wife of silver,
    He took a stick and broke her back,
    And sold her to the miller;
    The miller would'nt have her,
    So he threw her in the river.

    Ding, dong, darrow,
    The cat and the sparrow;
    The little dog has burnt his tail,
    And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.

    Doodle, doodle, doo,
    The princess lost her shoe;
        Her highness hopp'd,
        The fidler stopped,
    Not knowing what to do.

    As I was going up Pippen-hill,
        Pippen-hill was dirty,
    There I met a pretty miss,
        And she dropt me a curtsey.

    Little miss, pretty miss,
        Blessings light upon you!
    If I had half-a-crown a day,
        I'd spend it all on you.

    Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,
    When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.
    The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,
    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.

        [Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be concluded with the Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest favourites - Hey! diddle, diddle. We have endeavoured, as far as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition that could offend the most fastidious ear; but the following annotations on a song we cannot be induced to omit, would appear to suggest that our endeavours are scarcely likely to be attended with success.]

    "Hey! diddle, diddle,
    The cat and the fiddle" -

        Yes, thee may say that, for that is nonsense.

    "The cow jumped over the moon" -

        Oh no! Mary, thee musn't say that, for that is a falsehood; thee knows a cow could never jump over the moon; but a cow may jump under it; so thee ought to say - "The cow jumped under t...

    High, ding, cockatoo-moody,
    Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;
    High, ding, straps of leather,
    Two little puppy-dogs tied together;
    One by the head, and one by the tail,
    And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

        [Magotty-pie is given in MS. Lands. 1033, fol. 2, as a Wiltshire word for a magpie. See also 'Macbeth,' act iii, sc. 4. The same term occurs in the dictionaries of Hollyband, Cotgrave, and Minsheu.]

    Round about, round about,
        Magotty-pie,
    My father loves good ale,
        And so do I.

    Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,
    If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.

    Jack be nimble,
        And Jack be quick:
    And Jack jump over
        The candle-stick.

        [This should be accompanied by a kind of pantomimic dance, in which the motions of the body and arms express the process of weaving; the motion of the shuttle, & c.]

    Weave the diaper tick-a-tick tick,
    Weave the diaper tick -
    Come this way, come that
    As close as a mat,
    Athwart and across, up and down, round about,
    And forwards, and backwards, and inside, and out;
    Weave the diaper thick-a-thick thick,
    Weave the diaper thick!

        [Used in Somersetshire in counting out the game of pee-wip or pee wit.]

    One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum,
    Fillison, follison, Nicholson, John,
    Quever, quauver, Irish Mary,
    Stenkarum, stankarum, buck!

    Whoop, whoop, and hollow,
    Good dogs won't follow,
    Without the hare cries "pee wit."

    Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,
        One ran away,
        The other wouldn't stay, -
    Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.

        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.