Some up, and some down, There's players in the town, You wot well who they be; The sun doth arise, To three companies, One, two, three, four, make wee! Besides we that travel, With pumps full of gravel, Made all of such running leather: That once in a week, New masters we seek, And never can hold together. CXLVII. Johnny shall have a new bonnet, And Johnny shall go to the fair, And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon To tie up his bonny brown hair. And why may not I love Johnny? And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny As well as another body? And here's a leg for a stocking, And here is a leg for a shoe, And he has a kiss for his daddy, And two for his mammy, I trow. And why may not I love Johnny? And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny, As well as another body? CXLVIII. As I was walking o'er little Moorfields, I saw St. Paul's a running on wheels, With a fee, fo, fum. Then for further frolics I'll go to France. While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance, With a fee, fo fum. CXLIX. The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then? Poor thing! He'll sit in a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing. Poor thing! CL. [From W. Wager's play, called 'The longer thou livest, the more foole thou art,' 4to, Lond.] The white dove sat on the castle wall, I bend my bow and shoot her I shall; I put her in my glove both feathers and all; I laid my bridle upon the shelf, If you will any more, sing it yourself. CLI. Elsie Marley is grown so fine, She won't get up to serve the swine, But lies in bed till eight or nine, And surely she does take her time. And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey? The wife who sells the barley, honey; She won't get up to serve her swine, And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey? [Elsie Marley is said to have been a merry alewife who lived near Chester, and the remainder of this song relating to her will be found in the 'Chester Garland,' 12mo, n.d. The first four lines have become favourites in the nursery.] CLII. London bridge is broken down, Dance o'er my lady lee; London bridge is broken down, With a gay lady. How shall we build it up again? Dance o'er my lady lee; How shall we build it up again? With a gay lady. Silver and gold will be stole away, Dance o'er my lady lee; Silver and gold will be stole away, With a gay lady. Build it up again with iron and steel, Dance o'er my lady lee; Build it up with iron and steel, With a gay lady. Iron and steel will bend and bow, Dance o'er my lady lee; Iron and steel will bend and bow, With a gay lady.