rammer,
And John Wiming made the priming,
And John Scott made the shot;
But John Ball shot them all.

John Clint made the flint,
And John Puzzle made the muzzle,
And John Crowder made the powder,
And John Block made the stock,
And John Brammer made the rammer,
And John Wiming made the priming,
And John Scott made the shot;
But John Ball shot them all.

John Patch made the match,
And John Clint made the flint,
And John Puzzle made the muzzle,
And John Crowder made the powder,
And John Block made the stock,
And John Brammer made the rammer,
And John Wiming made the priming,
And John Scott made the shot;
But John Ball shot them all.

VIII

GUESS-ME-QUICKS

Riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree,
Perhaps you can tell me what this may be.

In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.

Black within and red without;
Four corners round about.

Little Nan Etticoat,
In a white petticoat,
And a red nose;
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.

As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
And all the King's horses can't pull it up.

Long legs, crooked thighs,
Little head, and no eyes.

Higher than a house, higher than a tree,
Oh, whatever can that be?

Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave knight,
All saddled, all bridled, all fit for the fight.
Gilt was his saddle, and bent was his bow;
Thrice I've told you his name, and yet you don't know.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
Not all the King's horses, nor all the King's men,
Could set Humpty Dumpty up again.

Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess,
They all went together to seek a bird's nest.
They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,
They all took one, and left four in.

As soft as silk, as white as milk,
As bitter as gall, a thick wall,
And a green coat covers me all.

As I went through the garden gap,
Whom should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat: