calf,
Peter Henderson got the half;
Willy Wilkinson got the head,
Ring the bell, the calf is dead!

DXXX.

Hie hie, says Anthony,
Puss in the pantry
Gnawing, gnawing
A mutton mutton-bone;
See now she tumbles it,
See now she mumbles it,
See how she tosses
The mutton mutton-bone.

DXXXI.

A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig,
Or a pig without e'er a tail,
A sow-pig, or a boar-pig,
Or a pig with a curly tail.

DXXXII.

Once I saw a little bird,
Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?
And was going to the window,
To say how do you do?
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.

DXXXIII.

[The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and
is common in Yorkshire. See Hunter's 'Hallamshire Glossary,'
p. 56.]

Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home,
Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,
All but one that ligs under a stone,
Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.

DXXXIV.

Riddle me, riddle me, ree,
A hawk sate upon a tree;
And he says to himself, says he,
Oh dear! what a fine bird I be.

DXXXV. [Bird boy's song.]

Eat, Birds, eat, and make no waste,
I lie here and make no haste;
If my master chance to come,
You must fly, and I must run.

DXXXVI.

Pussy cat Mole,
Jump'd over a coal,
And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,
Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.

DXXXVII.

As I went to Bonner,
I met a pig
Without a wig,
Upon my word and honour.

DXXXVIII.

There was a little one-eyed gunner
Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer.

DXXXIX.

There was a piper, he'd a cow,
And he'd no hay to give her
He took his pipes and played a tune,
Consider, old cow, consider!

The cow considered very well,
For she gave the piper a penny,
That he might play the tune again,
Of corn rigs are bonnie!

DXL.

As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,
Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n,
"Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?"
"A spinning a doublet for my gude man."
"Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread,"
"Oh no, Mrs. Puss, you'll bite off my head."

DXLI.

Shoe the colt,
Shoe the colt,
Shoe the wild mare,
Here a nail,
There a nail,
Yet she goe