"Cooing, cooing, cooing dove!
How many little ones have you to love?"
"In my nest--two--three--four--five
Little ones I hatch'd alive."
"Tell me then, O dove, I pray,
Where are the little ones to-day?"
"On a bough both safe and strong
Left I them an hour long,
I cannot see them now, and know
They have gone to feed the crow."

"Dusky sister of the crow
Let us to the wedding go,
To-morrow or on Sunday morn;
Though the kite doth sit forlorn,
Seeing in a painful dream
Young ones perish in the stream.
All the young ones of the crow
Cheese are seeking to and fro."

ESSEX

One, two, three, four, five,
I caught a fish alive;
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
I let it go again.

"Why did you let it go?"
"Because it bit my finger so."
"Which finger did it bite?"
"The little finger on the right."

Dragon fly! dragon fly! fly about the brook,
Sting all the bad boys who for the fish look;
But let the good boys catch all they can,
And then take them home to be fried in a pan,
With nice bread and butter they shall sup up their fish,
While all the little naughty boys shall only lick the dish.

LADY-BIRD

NORFOLK

Bishop, Bishop Barnabee,
Tell me when my wedding be;
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
Fly to the East, fly to the West,
And fly to them that I love best.

LADY-BIRD--IN SCOTLAND LADY LANNERS

LANARK

Lady, Lady Lanners!
Lady, Lady Lanners!
Tak up your clowk about your head,
An' flee awa' to Flanners.
Flee owre firth, an' flee owre fell,
Flee owre pule, an' rinnan well,
Flee owre muir, an' flee owre mead,
Flee owre livan, flee owre dead,
Flee owre corn, an' flee owre lea,
Flee owre river, flee owre sea,
Flee ye east, or flee ye west,
Flee till him that lo'es me best.

Lady-bird! lady-bird! pretty one stay!
Come sit on my finger, so happy and gay,
With me shall no mischief betide thee;
No harm would I do thee, no foeman is near,
I only would gaze on thy beauties so dear,
Those beautiful winglets beside thee.

Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home!
Thy house is a-fire, thy children will roam,
List! list to their cry and bewailing!
The pitiless spider is weaving their doom,
Then lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away