Didst not see one go this way with a little fardle of clothes at his back? Yes, quoth the fellow, he is newly gone into yonder little Wood. Oh, hold my horse, quoth he, whilst I runne in and finde him out. I will, quoth the fellow, who presently, as soon as he was gone into the wood, took up his fardell, leapt on horseback, and away he went: The Man returning for his horse, his horse was gone; then going home to his wife, she asked him if he overtook the fellow. I, sweet heart, quoth he, and I have lent him my best horse to ride on, for it is a great long way to Paradise. Truly, husband, quoth she, and I shall love thee the better so long as I live, for making so much of my old _John_. Which caused much good laughter to all that heard it. [Footnote 101: A bundle.] Tom vow'd to beat his boy against the wall, [5.] And as he strucke, he forth-with caught a fall: The boy deriding said, I doe averre, Y'have done a thing, you cannot stand to, Sir. [32.] What is that goeth about the wood and cannot get in? _Solution._ It is the bark of a tree, for never is the bark within the tree, but alwayes without. The country-mans lamentation for the death of his _cow_. A Country Swain, of little wit, one day, Did kill his Cow, because she went astray: What's that to I or You, she was his own, But now the Ass for his Cow doth moan: Most piteously methink he cries in vain, For now his Cow's free from hunger and pain: What ails the fool to make so great a stir, She cannot come to him, he may to her. To a pleasant Country Tune, called _Colly my Cow_. [Illustration] Little _Tom Dogget_ [66.] what dost thou mean, To kill thy poor Colly, now she's so lean: _Sing Oh poor Colly_, _Colly my Cow_, _For Colly will give me_ _no more milk now_. Pruh high, pruh hoe, Pruh high, pruh, hoe, Pruh, Pruh, pruh, pruh, pruh, pruh, pruh, Tal lal daw. I had better have kept her, till fatter she had been, For now I confess, she's a little too lean: _Sing Oh &c_-- First in comes the Tanner, with his Sword by his side, And he bids me five Shillings, for my Cow's Hide: _Sing Oh &c_ Then in comes the Tallow Chandler, whose brains were but shallow, And he bids me two and Six-pence, for my Cows Tallow: _Sing Oh &c_ Then in comes the Huntsman so early in the Morn, He bid me a Penny for my Cow's horn: _Sing Oh &c_ Then in comes the Tripe-Woman so fine and so neat, She bid me three halfpence for my Cow's feet; _Sing Oh &c_-- Then in comes the Butcher that nimble tongu'd Youth Who said she was Carrion, but he spoke not the truth: _Sing Oh &c_ This Cow had a Skin was as soft as the silk, And three times a day my poor Cow would give Milk: _Sing Oh &c_-- She every year a fine Calf me did bring, Which fetcht me a pound, for it came in the spring: _Sing Oh &c_