Ding, dong, darrow, The cat and the sparrow; The little dog has burnt his tail, And he shall be hang'd to-morrow. CCCCXXXII. Little Dicky Dilver Had a wife of silver, He took a stick and broke her back, And sold her to the miller; The miller would'nt have her, So he threw her in the river. CCCCXXXIII. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, dancing a jig; Ride to the market to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. CCCCXXXIV. Doodle, doodle, doo, The princess lost her shoe; Her highness hopp'd, The fidler stopped, Not knowing what to do. CCCCXXXV. Rompty-iddity, row, row, row, If I had a good supper, I could eat it now. CCCCXXXVI. [Magotty-pie is given in MS. Lands. 1033, fol. 2, as a Wiltshire word for a magpie. See also 'Macbeth,' act iii, sc. 4. The same term occurs in the dictionaries of Hollyband, Cotgrave, and Minsheu.] Round about, round about, Magotty-pie, My father loves good ale, And so do I. CCCCXXXVII. High, ding, cockatoo-moody, Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee; High, ding, straps of leather, Two little puppy-dogs tied together; One by the head, and one by the tail, And over the water these puppy-dogs sail. CCCCXXXVIII. [Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be concluded with the Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest favourites--Hey! diddle, diddle. We have endeavoured, as far as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition that could offend the most fastidious ear; but the following annotations on a song we cannot be induced to omit, would appear to suggest that our endeavours are scarcely likely to be attended with success.] "Hey! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle"-- Yes, thee may say that, for that is nonsense. "The cow jumped over the moon"-- Oh no! Mary, thee musn't say that, for that is a falsehood; thee knows a cow could never jump over the moon; but a cow may jump under it; so thee ought to say--"The cow jumped _under_ the moon." Yes,-- "The cow jumped under the moon; The little dog laughed"-- Oh Mary, stop. How can a little dog laugh? thee knows a little dog can't laugh. Thee ought to say--"The little dog _barked_--to see the sport," "And the dish ran after the spoon"-- Stop, Mary, stop. A dish could never run after a spoon; thee ought to know that. Thee had better say--"And the _cat_ ran after the spoon." So,-- "Hey! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jump'd _under_ the moon; The little dog _bark'd_, To see the sport, And the _cat_ ran after the spoon!" [Illustration] FOURTEENTH CLASS. LOVE AND MATRIMONY. CCCCXXXIX. As I was going up Pippen-hill, Pippen-hill was dirty, There I met a pretty miss, And she dropt me a curtsey.