She went to the baker, to buy her some bread, And when she came home her old husband was dead; She went to the clerk to toll the bell, And when she came back her old husband was well. CCCLXXI. Here am I, little jumping Joan; When nobody's with me, I'm always alone. CCCLXXII. There was an old woman had nothing, And there came thieves to rob her; When she cried out she made no noise, But all the country heard her. CCCLXXIII. There was a little Guinea-pig, Who, being little, was not big; He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he eat. When from a place he ran away, He never at that place did stay; And while he ran, as I am told, He ne'er stood still for young or old. He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent, And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent; Though ne'er instructed by a cat, He knew a mouse was not a rat. One day, as I am certified, He took a whim and fairly died; And, as I'm told by men of sense, He never has been living since. CCCLXXIV. [Mind your punctuation!] I saw a peacock with a fiery tail, I saw a blazing comet drop down hail, I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round, I saw an oak creep upon the ground, I saw a pismire swallow up a whale, I saw the sea brimful of ale, I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep, I saw a well full of men's tears that weep, I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire, I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher, I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night, I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight. CCCLXXV. My true love lives far from me, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie. Many a rich present he sends to me, Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie. He sent me a goose, without a bone; He sent me a cherry, without a stone. Petrum, &c. He sent me a Bible, no man could read; He sent me a blanket, without a thread. Petrum, &c. How could there be a goose without a bone? How could there be a cherry without a stone? Petrum, &c. How could there be a Bible no man could read? How could there be a blanket without a thread? Petrum, &c. When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone; When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone. Petrum, &c. When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read; When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread. Petrum, &c. CCCLXXVI.