The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street.
[Ill.u.s.tration: OLD KING COLE.]
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he!
He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he!
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee went the fiddlers.
Oh, there"s none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three!
[Ill.u.s.tration: FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A SNAIL.]
Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail; The best man among them durst not touch her tail.
She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow.
Run, tailors, run, or she"ll kill you all e"en now.
[Ill.u.s.tration: HUSH-A-BY BABY.]
Hush-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green; Father"s a n.o.bleman; mother"s a queen; Betty"s a lady, and wears a gold ring, And Johnny"s a drummer and drums for the king.