There was a man and he was mad, And he jump'd into a pea-swad;[A] The pea-swad was over-full, So he jump'd into a roaring bull; The roaring bull was over-fat, So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat; The gentleman's hat was over-fine, So he jump'd into a bottle of wine; The bottle of wine was over-dear, So he jump'd into a bottle of beer; The bottle of beer was over-thick, So he jump'd into a club-stick; The club-stick was over-narrow, So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow; The wheel-barrow began to crack, So he jump'd on to a hay-stack; The hay-stack began to blaze, So he did nothing but cough and sneeze! [Footnote A: The pod or shell of a pea.] CCCLXXVII. I saw a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea; And, oh! it was all laden With pretty things for thee! There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold: The four-and-twenty sailors, That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice, With chains about their necks. The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back; And when the ship began to move, The captain said, "Quack! quack!" CCCLXXVIII. Barney Bodkin broke his nose, Without feet we can't have toes; Crazy folks are always mad, Want of money makes us sad. CCCLXXIX. If a man who turnips cries Cries not when his father dies, It is a proof that he would rather Have a turnip than his father. [Illustration] TWELFTH CLASS--LULLABIES. CCCLXXX. Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye; Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,-- Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart. CCCLXXXI. Dance, little baby, dance up high, Never mind, baby, mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little baby, there you go; Up to the ceiling, down to the ground. Backwards and forwards, round and round; Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding! CCCLXXXII. [The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,' fol., London, 1611, p. 3.] To market, to market, To buy a plum bun: Home again, come again, Market is done. CCCLXXXIII. Dance to your daddy, My little babby, Dance to your daddy; My little lamb. You shall have a fishy, In a little dishy; You shall have a fishy When the boat comes in. CCCLXXXIV. Tom shall have a new bonnet, With blue ribbands to tie on it, With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby, Who so like to Tommy's daddy? CCCLXXXV. Bye, baby bumpkin, Where's Tony Lumpkin? My lady's on her death-bed, With eating half a pumpkin. CCCLXXXVI. [From 'The Pleasant Com[oe]die of Patient Grissell,' 1603.] Hush, hush, hush, hush! And I dance mine own child, And I dance mine own child, Hush, hush, hush, hush! CCCLXXXVII.