12 'Ye maun stack it in the sea, And bring the stale hame dry to me. 13 'Ye maun mak a cart o stane, And yoke the wren and bring it hame. 14 'Ye maun thresh't atween your lufes, And ye maun sack't atween your thies.' 15 'My curse on those wha learnëd thee; This night I weend ye'd gane wi me.' J Communicated by Rev. F. D. Huntington, Bishop of Western New York, as sung to him by his father in 1828, at Hadley, Mass.; derived from a rough, roystering "character" in the town. 1 Now you are a-going to Cape Ann, Follomingkathellomeday Remember me to the self-same man. Ummatiddle, ummatiddle, ummatallyho, tallyho, follomingkathellomeday 2 Tell him to buy me an acre of land Between the salt-water and the sea-sand. 3 Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn, Tell him to sow it with one peppercorn. 4 Tell him to reap it with a penknife, And tell him to cart it with two mice. 5 Tell him to cart it to yonder new barn That never was built since Adam was born. 6 Tell him to thrash it with a goose quill, Tell him to fan it with an egg-shell. 7 Tell the fool, when he's done his work, To come to me, and he shall have his shirt. K Halliwell's Nursery Rhymes of England, 6th ed., p. 109, No 171. 1 My father left me three acres of land, Sing ivy, sing ivy My father left me three acres of land. Sing holly, go whistle and ivy 2 I ploughed it with a ram's horn, And sowed it all over with one pepper corn. 3 I harrowed it with a bramble bush, And reaped it with my little penknife. 4 I got the mice to carry it to the barn, And thrashed it with a goose's quill. 5 I got the cat to carry it to the mill; The miller he swore he would have her paw, And the cat she swore she would scratch his face. #L# Notes and Queries, 1st S., VII, 8. Signed D. 1 My father gave me an acre of land, Sing ivy, sing ivy My father gave me an acre of land. Sing green bush, holly and ivy 2 I ploughd it with a ram's horn. 3 I harrowd it with a bramble. 4 I sowd it with a pepper corn. 5 I reapd it with my penknife. 6 I carried it to the mill upon the cat's back. * * * * * * * 7 I made a cake for all the king's men. * * * * * #A.# _The verses here prefaced to the ballad are appended to the last stanza in the broadside._ _For_ Norrowa, _v. 3, Pinkerton has_ To-morrow. 9^1, needle and sheerlesse. #B.# 'A Proper New Ballad entitled The Wind hath blawn my Plaid awa, or a Discourse between a Young Woman and the Elphin Knight. To be sung with its own proper tune.'