Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle daughter dear; I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear. Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound; I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound. CLXXXI. I'll sing you a song, Though not very long, Yet I think it as pretty as any, Put your hand in your purse, You'll never be worse, And give the poor singer a penny. CLXXXII. Dame, get up and bake your pies, Bake your pies, bake your pies; Dame, get up and bake your pies, On Christmas-day in the morning. Dame, what makes your maidens lie, Maidens lie, maidens lie; Dame, what makes your maidens lie, On Christmas-day in the morning? Dame, what makes your ducks to die, Ducks to die, ducks to die; Dame, what makes your ducks to die, On Christmas-day in the morning? Their wings are cut and they cannot fly, Cannot fly, cannot fly; Their wings are cut and they cannot fly, On Christmas-day in the morning. [Illustration] SEVENTH CLASS--RIDDLES. CLXXXIII. [Ann.] There was a girl in our towne, Silk an' satin was her gowne, Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet, Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it. CLXXXIV. [A thorn.] I went to the wood and got it, I sat me down and looked at it; The more I looked at it the less I liked it, And I brought it home because I couldn't help it. CLXXXV. [Sunshine.] Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, On the king's kitchen-door; All the king's horses, And all the king's men, Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, Off the king's kitchen-door! CLXXXVI. [A pen.] When I was taken from the fair body, They then cut off my head, And thus my shape was altered; It's I that make peace between king and king, And many a true lover glad: All this I do and ten times more, And more I could do still, But nothing can I do, Without my guider's will. CLXXXVII. [Snuff.] As I look'd out o' my chamber window I heard something fall; I sent my maid to pick it up, But she couldn't pick it all. CLXXXVIII. [A tobacco-pipe.] I went into my grandmother's garden, And there I found a farthing. I went into my next door neighbour's, There I bought a pipkin and a popkin-- A slipkin and a slopkin, A nailboard, a sailboard, And all for a farthing. CLXXXIX. [Gloves.] As I was going o'er London Bridge, I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs! CXC. Made in London, Sold at York, Stops a bottle And _is_ a cork. CXCI. Ten and ten and twice eleven, Take out six and put in seven; Go to the green and fetch eighteen, And drop one a coming. CXCII. [A walnut.] As soft as silk, as white as milk, As bitter as gall, a thick wall, And a green coat covers me all. CXCIII. [A swarm of bees.]