world of treasure,
All shall be at your command."

"I care not for rings and diamonds,
I care not for houses and lands,
I care not for a world of treasure,
So that I have but a handsome man."

"Madam, you think much of beauty,
Beauty hasteneth to decay,
For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer
Will decay and fade away."

CCCCLXXX.

Up street, and down street,
Each window's made of glass;
If you go to Tommy Tickler's house,
You'll find a pretty lass.

CCCCLXXXI.

Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello.
To Mr. Punch,
To Mr. Joe,
To Mr. Nell,
To Mr. Lo.
Mr. Punch, Mr. Joe,
Mr. Nell, Mr. Lo,
To Mr. Punchinello.

CCCCLXXXII.

Little John Jiggy Jag,
He rode a penny nag,
And went to Wigan to woo;
When he came to a beck,
He fell and broke his neck,--
Johnny, how dost thou now?

I made him a hat,
Of my coat-lap,
And stockings of pearly blue.
A hat and a feather,
To keep out cold weather;
So, Johnny, how dost thou now?

CCCCLXXXIII. [Cumberland courtship.]

Bonny lass, canny lass, willta be mine?
Thou'se neither wesh dishes, nor sarrah (_serve_) the swine,
Thou sall sit on a cushion, and sew up a seam,
And thou sall eat strawberries, sugar, and cream!

CCCCLXXXIV.

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,[*]
They were two bonny lasses:
They built their house upon the lea,
And covered it with rashes.

Bessy kept the garden gate,
And Mary kept the pantry:
Bessy always had to wait,
While Mary lived in plenty.

[Footnote *: The common tradition respecting these celebrated
beauties is as follows:--"In the year 1666, when the plague
raged at Perth, these ladies retired into solitude, to avoid
infection; built on a small streamlet, tributary to the
Almond, in a sequestered corner called _Burn-brae_, a bower,
and lived in it together, till a young man, whom they both
tenderly loved, in his visits communicated to them the fatal
contagion, of which they soon after died."]

CCCCLXXXV.

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

CCCCLXXXVI.

Little Tom Dandy
Was my first suitor,
He had a spoon and dish,
And a little pewter.

CCCCLXXXVII.

There was a little pretty lad,
And he lived by himself,
And all the meat he go