"What is that you are singing, my good woman?" A small, little, black Thing with a long tail Away That flew into the dark, and she never saw it no more They brought the Castle of the golden pillars Jack found it hard to hoist the donkey on his shoulders "Odds splutter hur nails!" cried the giant, not to be outdone. "Hur can do that hurself!" "Ah! Cousin Jack! Kind cousin Jack! This is heavy news indeed" Seated on a huge block of timber near the entrance to a dark cave On his way ... to be revenged The country folk flying before him like chaff before the wind Headpiece--The Three Sillies Headpiece--The Golden Ball He heard the bogles striving under the bed Headpiece--The Laidly Worm Tatty sat down and wept As he spoke he drew out of his pocket five beans Jack seized the axe and gave a great chop at the beanstalk So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in Well! he huffed and he puffed ... but he could _not_ blow the house down At last he flew into a violent rage and flung his stick at the bird A spider one day attacked him "I will go first and you come after, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey" So she escaped The thorns closed in around her so that she was all scratched and torn Dick finds that the streets of London are not paved with gold Dick Whittington hears Bow Bells The old woman and her pig Headpiece--How Jack went out to seek his Fortune They both met together upon Nottingham bridge "A vengeance on her!" said they. "We did not make our hedge high enough" He took out the cheeses and rolled them down the hill And they left the eel to drown The hare ran on along the country way A courtier came riding by, and he did ask what they were seeking Headpiece--Lawkamercyme A funny-looking old gentleman engaged her and took her home White-faced simminy has got a spark of hot cockalorum on its tail [Illustration: Headpiece--St. George of Merrie England] ST. GEORGE OF MERRIE ENGLAND In the darksome depths of a thick forest lived Kalyb the fell enchantress. Terrible were her deeds, and few there were who had the hardihood to sound the brazen trumpet which hung over the iron gate that barred the way to the Abode of Witchcraft. Terrible were the deeds of Kalyb; but above all things she delighted in carrying off innocent new-born babes, and putting them to death.