Away, Birds, away! Take a little, and leave a little, And do not come again; For if you do, I will shoot you through, And then there will be an end of you. [Illustration] I had a little dog, they called him Buff, I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff; But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff, So take that cuff, and that's enough. The Cock doth crow To let you know, If you be wise, 'T is time to rise. Jack Sprat Had a cat, It had but one ear, It went to buy butter, When butter was dear. The King of France went up the hill, With twenty thousand men, The King of France came down the hill, And ne'er went up again. [Illustration: "A CARRION CROW."] [Illustration] A carrion crow sat on an oak, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, Watching a tailor shape his coat; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do! Wife, bring me my old bent bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, That I may shoot yon carrion crow; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do! The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, And shot the miller's sow right through the heart; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do! Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, For the old miller's sow is in a swoon; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do! Mary had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs--upon my word, He was a pretty fellow. The sweetest notes he always sung, Which much delighted Mary, And near the cage she'd ever sit, To hear her own canary. [Illustration] Little Blue Betty lived in a lane, She sold good ale to gentlemen: Gentlemen came every day, And Little Blue Betty hopped away; She hopped upstairs to make her bed, And she tumbled down, and broke her head. [Illustration] [A CANDLE.] Little Nancy Etticote, In a white petticoat, With a red nose; The longer she stands, The shorter she grows. [Illustration: "A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO."] A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO. A FROG he would a-wooing go, Heigho, says Rowley, Whether his mother would let him or no. With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley! So off he set with his opera hat, Heigho, says Rowley, And on the road he met with a rat. With a rowley powley, &c.