Where must I follow? where must I follow? Follow, follow me. Where must I follow? where must I follow? Follow, follow me. —Earls Heaton (H. Hardy). VI. Mr. Monday was a good man, He whipped his children now and then; When he whipped them he made them dance, Out of Scotland into France; Out of France into Spain, Back to dear old England again. O-u-t spells “out,” If you please stand out. I had a little dog and his name was Buff, I sent him after a penn’orth of snuff, He broke the paper and smelled the snuff, And that’s the end of my dog Buff. He shan’t bite you—he shan’t bite you—he shan’t bite you, &c., &c.—he _shall_ bite you all over. —Dorsetshire (_Folk-lore Journal_, vii. 213). VII. I sent a letter to my love, I carried water in my glove, And by the way I dropped it. I did so! I did so! I had a little dog that said “Bow! wow!” I had a little cat that said “Meow! meow!” Shan’t bite you—shan’t bite you— Shall bite you. —Cornwall (_Folk-lore Journal_, v. 52). VIII. I sent a letter to my love, I carried water in my glove, I dript it, I dropped it, and by the way I lost it. —Hersham, Surrey (_Folk-lore Record_, v. 87). IX. I have a pigeon in my pocket, If I have not lost it; Peeps in, peeps out, By the way I’ve lost it; Drip, drop, By the way I’ve lost it. —Earls Heaton (H. Hardy). X. I have a pigeon in my pocket, It peeps out and in, And every time that I go round I give it a drop of gin. Drip it, drop it, drip it, drop it. —Settle, Yorkshire (Rev W. S. Sykes). XI. I sent a letter to my love, I thought I put it in my glove, But by the way I dropped it. I had a little dog said “Bow, wow, wow!” I had a little cat said “Mew, mew, mew!” It shan’t bite you, It _shall_ bite _you_. —Bexley Heath (Miss Morris). XII. I sent a letter to my love, And by the way I droppt it; I dee, I dee, I dee, I droppt it, And by the way I droppt it. —Keith (Rev. W. Gregor). XIII. I had a little dog, it shan’t bite you, Shan’t bite you, shan’t bite you, Nor you, nor you, nor you. I had a little cat, it shan’t scratch you, Shan’t scratch you, nor you, nor you. I wrote a letter to my love, and on the way I dropped it. And one of you have picked it up and put it in your pocket. It wasn’t you, it wasn’t you, nor you, nor you, but it was _you_. —London (A. B. Gomme).