Chapter 3

Cross Patch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup, and drink it up, Then call your neighbours in.

See-saw, Margery Daw, Sold her bed, and lay upon straw. Was not she a dirty slut, To sell her bed and lay in the dirt?

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What care I how black I be? Twenty pounds will marry me If twenty won't, forty shall, I'm my mother's bouncing girl.

Here's A, B, C, D, E, F, and G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, W, V, X, Y, and Z, And oh, dear me, When shall I learn My A, B, C.

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Milk-man, milk-man, where have you been? In Buttermilk channel up to my chin, I spilt my milk, and I spoilt my clothes, And got a long icicle hung to my nose.

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I like little pussy, her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her she'll do me do harm; So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away, But pussy and I very gently will play.

There was an old woman Sold puddings and pies, She went to the mill, And the dust flew in her eyes. While through the streets, To all she meets, She ever cries, Hot Pies -- Hot Pies.

A cow and a calf, An ox and a half, Forty good shillings and three. Is not that enough tocher For a shoemaker's daughter, A bonny sweet lass With a coal-black ee?

The little Robin grieves When the snow is on the ground, For the trees have no leaves, And no berries can be found.

The air is cold, the worms are hid, For Robin here what can be done? Let's strow around some crums of bread, And then he'll live till snow is gone.

Little Jack Nory Told me a story How he tried Cock-horse to ride, Sword and scabbard by his side, Saddle, leaden spurs and switches, His pocket tight With cents all bright, Marbles, tops, puzzles, props, Now he's put in jacket and breeches.

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There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, One name Jack, and the other name Jill; Fly away, Jack -- fly away, Jill, Come again, Jack -- come again, Jill.

Willie boy, Willie boy, Where are you going? O let us go with you, This sunshiny day.

I'm going to the meadow, To see them a mowing, I'm going to help the girls Turn the new hay.

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Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown; Tapping at the window, crying at the lock, "Are the babes in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock?"

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Errata (noted by transcriber)

In a cart and six horses, says John all alone [, missing] The bell, the bell, the bell, [second , invisible]

[_In the three following passages, all periods (full stops) were missing, apparently for reasons of space_]

You owe me five shillings, Say the bells of St. Helen's.

When I grow rich, Say the bells of Shoreditch.

I do not know, Says the great Bell of Bow.

Let's strow around some crums of bread [_text unchanged_]