wa little doggies gaed to the mill,
This way and that way, and this way and that way;
They took a lick out o' this wife's poke,
And a lick they took out o' that wife's poke,
And a loup in the lade, and a dip in the dam,
And hame they cam' wallopin', wallopin', wallopin', etc.

Or:--

Feetikin, feetikin,
When will ye gang?
When the nights turn short,
And the days turn lang,
I'll toddle and gang, toddle and gang.

Should more active entertainment be demanded, the child will be set bold
upright on one knee, and, suiting the action to the line, the rhyme will
be:--

This is the way the ladies ride,
Jimp and sma' jimp and sma';
This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Trotting a', trotting a';
This is the way the cadgers ride,
Creels and a'! creels and a'!!
Creels and a'!!!

For variety's sake, on an easier swing, may follow:--

A' the nicht owre and owre,
And a' the nicht owre again;
A' the nicht owre and owre
The peacock followed the hen.

The hen's a hungry beast,
The cock is hollow within;
But there's nae deceit in a puddin',
A pie's a dainty thing.

A' the nicht owre and owre.--_Da Capo._

Or, yet more to engage the intellect may come:--

Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
Whaur ha'e ye been?
I've been to London
Seeing the Queen.

Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
What gat ye there?
I gat a good fat mousikie,
Rinning up a stair.

Poussie, poussie, baudrons,
What did ye wi't?
I put it in my meal-poke
To eat it wi' my bread.

Or:--

Hushie-ba, birdie beeton,
Your mammie's gane to Seaton,
For to buy a lammie's skin
To row your bonnie boukie in.

And:--

Bye baby, buntin',
Daddie's gane a-huntin':--
Mammie's gane to buy a skin,
To row the baby buntin' in.

East Coast mothers sing:--

Ding dang, bell rang,
Cattie's in the well, man.
Fa' dang her in, man?
Jean and Sandy Din, man.
Fa' took her out, man?
Me and Willie Cout, man.
A' them that kent her
When she was alive,
Come to the burialie
Between four and five.

Again:--

Eezy ozy moolin's o' bread,
Kens na whaur to lay her head,
Atween the Kirkgate and the Cross
There stands a bonnie white horse,
It can gallop, it can trot,
It can carry the mustard-pot.

And yet again:--

Willie Warstle, auld Carle,
Dottered, dune, and doited bodie,
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