I'll tumble off the ladder and break my neck, so he tumbled
off the ladder and broke his neck; and when the old man broke his
neck, the great walnut tree fell down with a crash, and upset the old
form and house, and the house falling knocked the window out, and the
window knocked the door down, and the door upset the besom, the besom
upset the stool, and poor little Tatty Mouse was buried beneath the
ruins.

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SEVENTEENTH CLASS--LOCAL.

DXCVIII.

There was a little nobby colt,
His name was Nobby Gray;
His head was made of pouce straw,
His tail was made of hay;
He could ramble, he could trot,
He could carry a mustard-pot,
Round the town of Woodstock,
Hey, Jenny, hey!

DXCIX.

King's Sutton is a pretty town,
And lies all in a valley;
There is a pretty ring of bells,
Besides a bowling-alley:
Wine and liquor in good store,
Pretty maidens plenty;
Can a man desire more?
There ain't such a town in twenty.

DC.

The little priest of Felton,
The little priest of Felton,
He kill'd a mouse within his house,
And ne'er a one to help him.

DCI.

[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in
his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called _Leap
Candle_, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and
Traditions,' p. 96.]

The tailor of Bicester,
He has but one eye;
He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,
If he were to try.

DCII.

Dick and Tom, Will and John,
Brought me from Nottingham.

DCIII.

At Brill on the Hill,
The wind blows shrill,
The cook no meat can dress;
At Stow in the Wold
The wind blows cold,--
I know no more than this.

DCIV.

A man went a hunting at Reigate,
And wished to leap over a high gate;
Says the owner, "Go round,
With your gun and your hound,
For you never shall leap over my gate."

DCV.

Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,
There you see the beggars are come;
Some are here, and some are there,
And some are gone to Chidley fair.

DCVI.

Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?
In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.
A half-penny pudding, a penny pie,
A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.

DCVII

My father and mother,
My uncle and aunt,
Be all gone to Norton,
But little Jack and I.

A little bit of powdered beef,
And a grea