A gunner chanced to come that way, Wisky, wasky, weedle; Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird." Fiddle, faddle, feedle. DXVIII. When the snow is on the ground, Little Robin Red-breast grieves; For no berries can be found, And on the trees there are no leaves. The air is cold, the worms are hid, For this poor bird what can be done? We'll strew him here some crumbs of bread, And then he'll live till the snow is gone. DXIX. A pie sate on a pear-tree, A pie sate on a pear-tree, A pie sate on a pear-tree, Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O! Once so merrily hopp'd she, Twice so merrily hopp'd she, Thrice so merrily hopp'd she, Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O! DXX. [An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.] There was an old crow Sat upon a clod: There's an end of my song, That's odd! DXXI. Cuckoo, Cuckoo, What do you do? In April I open my bill; In May I sing night and day; In June I change my tune; In July Away I fly; In August Away I must. DXXII. "Robert Barnes, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine?" "Yes, good sir, that I can, As well as any other man: There's a nail, and there's a prod, And now, good sir, your horse is shod." DXXIII. Catch him, crow! carry him, kite! Take him away till the apples are ripe; When they are ripe and ready to fall, Home comes [Johnny,] apples and all. DXXIV. Dickery, dickery, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, Dickery, dickery, dare. DXXV. Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay. DXXVI. Pussy sat by the fire-side In a basket full of coal-dust; Bas- ket, Coal- dust, In a basket full of coal-dust! DXXVII. Little Robin Red-breast Sat upon a rail: Niddle naddle went his head, Wiggle waggle went his tail. DXXVIII. Little Robin Red-breast, Sat upon a hirdle; With a pair of speckled legs, And a green girdle. DXXIX. Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf, Peter Henderson got the half; Willy Wilkinson got the head, Ring the bell, the calf is dead! DXXX. Hie hie, says Anthony, Puss in the pantry Gnawing, gnawing A mutton mutton-bone; See now she tumbles it, See now she mumbles it, See how she tosses The mutton mutton-bone. DXXXI. A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig, Or a pig without e'er a tail, A sow-pig, or a boar-pig, Or a pig with a curly tail. DXXXII. Once I saw a little bird, Come hop, hop, hop; So I cried, little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop? And was going to the window, To say how do you do? But he shook his little tail, And far away he flew. DXXXIII. [The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and is common in Yorkshire. See Hunter's 'Hallamshire Glossary,' p. 56.]