II. There camed a lady from other land, With all her children in her hand— Please, do you want a sarvant, marm? Leave her. I leaves my daughter zafe and zound, And in her pocket a thousan pound, And on her finger a goulden ring, And in her busum a silver pin. I hopes when I return, To see her here with you. Don’t’e let her ramble; don’t’e let her trot; Don’t’e let her car’ the mustard pot. The Mistress says softly— She shall ramble, she shall trot, She shall carry the mustard pot. —_Dorset County Chronicle_, April 1889; _Folk-lore Journal_, vii. 228. III. Here comes an old woman from Baby-land, With all her children in her hand. Pray take one of my children in. [Spoken] What can your children do? [Sung] One can bake, one can brew, And one can bake a lily-white cake. One can sit in the parlour and sing, And this one can do everything. —Tong, Shropshire (Miss R. Harley). IV. Here comes a poor woman from Baby-land With three small children in her hand. One can brew, the other can bake, The other can make a pretty round cake. One can sit in the garden and spin, Another can make a fine bed for the king; Pray, ma’am, will you take one in? —Halliwell’s _Nursery Rhymes_, p. 72. V. Here is a poor widow from Sandy Row, With all her children behind her. One can knit and one can sew, And one can make the winder go. Please take one in. Now poor Nellie she is gone Without a farthing in her hand, Nothing but a guinea gold ring. Good-bye, Nellie, good-bye! —Belfast (W. H. Patterson). VI. Here comes an old woman from Baby-land, With six poor children by the hand. One can brew, one can bake, And one can make a lily-white cake; One can knit, one can spin, And one can make a bed for a king. Please will you take one in? [choose out one] Now poor —— she is gone Without a farthing in her hand, Nothing but a gay gold ring. Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye, mother, good-bye! —Isle of Man (A. W. Moore) VII. Here comes a poor widow from Sandalam, With all her children at her hand; The one can bake, the other can brew, The other can make a lily-white shoe; Another can sit by the fire and spin, So pray take one of my daughters in. The fairest one that I can see Is pretty [Mary] come to me. And now poor [Mary] she is gone Without a guinea in her hand, And not so much as a farthing. Good-bye! Good-bye, my love, good-bye!