Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home, Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone, All but one that ligs under a stone, Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone. DXXXIV. Riddle me, riddle me, ree, A hawk sate upon a tree; And he says to himself, says he, Oh dear! what a fine bird I be. DXXXV. [Bird boy's song.] Eat, Birds, eat, and make no waste, I lie here and make no haste; If my master chance to come, You must fly, and I must run. DXXXVI. Pussy cat Mole, Jump'd over a coal, And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole. Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk, Until her best petticoat's mended with silk. DXXXVII. As I went to Bonner, I met a pig Without a wig, Upon my word and honour. DXXXVIII. There was a little one-eyed gunner Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer. DXXXIX. There was a piper, he'd a cow, And he'd no hay to give her He took his pipes and played a tune, Consider, old cow, consider! The cow considered very well, For she gave the piper a penny, That he might play the tune again, Of corn rigs are bonnie! DXL. As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin, Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n, "Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?" "A spinning a doublet for my gude man." "Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread," "Oh no, Mrs. Puss, you'll bite off my head." DXLI. Shoe the colt, Shoe the colt, Shoe the wild mare, Here a nail, There a nail, Yet she goes bare. DXLII. Betty Pringle had a little pig, Not very little and not very big, When he was alive he lived in clover, But now he's dead, and that's all over. So Billy Pringle he laid down and cried, And Betty Pringle she laid down and died; So there was an end of one, two, and three: Billy Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And the piggy wiggy. DXLIII. Cock Robin got up early, At the break of day, And went to Jenny's window, To sing a roundelay. He sang Cock Robin's love To the pretty Jenny Wren, And when he got unto the end, Then he began again. DXLIV. I had two pigeons bright and gay, They flew from me the other day; What was the reason they did go? I cannot tell for I do not know. DXLV. Jack Sprat's pig, He was not very little, Nor yet very big; He was not very lean, He was not very fat; He'll do well for a grunt, Says little Jack Sprat. DXLVI. [The Proverb of Barnaby Bright is given by Ray and Brand as referring to St. Barnabas.] Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur, He always would bark if a mouse did but stir; But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark, He's condemn'd by the parson to be hanged by the clerk. DXLVII. Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings, Pussy cat eat the dumplings. Mamma stood by, And cried, Oh, fie! Why did you eat the dumplings? DXLVIII.