. Les comptines de l'Angleterre . e;dit le propriétaire, allez rond, avec votre arme et votre chien, car vous ne devez jamais sauter au-dessus de ma porte. DCV. DRIDDLETY tambour, DRddlety tambour, là vous voyez les mendiants sont venus; certains sont ici, et certains sont là, et certains sont allés à Chidley Fair. DCVI. PETIT garçon, joli garçon, où était vous né?dans Lincolnshire, maître: Venez faire sauter la corne de vaches. Un demi-penny pudding, une tarte penny, UNE épaule de mouton, et que l'amour I. 80:2 LOCAL. DCVII MON père et ma mère, mon oncle et ma tante, tous sont allés à Norton, mais Little Jack et I. UN peu de boeuf en poudre, et un grand filet de chou,

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. The nursery rhymes of England . e;Says the owner, Go round, With your gun and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate. DCV. DRIDDLETY drum, driddlety drum, There you see the beggars are come;Some are here, and some are there, And some are gone to Chidley fair. DCVI. LITTLE boy, pretty boy, where was you born?In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cows horn. A half-penny pudding, a penny pie, A shoulder of mutton, and that love I. 80:2 LOCAL. DCVII MY father and mother, My uncle and aunt, Be all gone to Norton, But little Jack and I. A little bit of powdered beef, And a great net of cabbage, The best meal I have had to-day, Is a good bowl of porridge. DCVITI. I LOST my mare in Lincoln lane, And couldnt tell where to find her, Till she came home both lame and blind, With never a tail behind her. DCIX.CRIPPLE DICK upon a stick, A * And Sandy on a sow, Riding away to Galloway, To buy a pound o woo. DCX. LITTLE lad, little lad, where wast thou born ?Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn, Where they sup sour milk in a rams horn.. EIGHTEENTH CLASS—RELICS. • i SI 1 • DCXI. tJtiE girl in the lane, that couldnt speak plain, Cried gobble, gobble, gobble :The man on the hill, that couldnt stand still, Went hobble, hobble, hobble. DCXII. HINK, minx ! the old witch winks, The fat begins to fry:Theres nobody at home but jumping Joan, Father, mother, and I. 37 304 RELICS. DCXIII. 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. DCXIV. WHAT are little boys made of, made of, What are little boys made of?Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs tails;And thats what little boys are made of, made of.What are little girls made of, made of, made of, What are little girls made of?Sugar and spice, and all thats nice;And thats what little girls are made of. made of. DCXV. IP a body meet a body, In a field of fitches ; Can a body tell a bodyWhere a body itches. RKLICS. 305 DCXVT. CHARLEY wag, Eat the pudding and left

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