IX. Cock Robin is dead and lies in his grave, Hum-ha! lies in his grave. Place an old apple tree over his head, Hum-ha! over his head. When they were ripe and ready to fall, Hum-ha! ready to fall. There comes an old woman a-picking them up, Hum-ha! a-picking them up. Cock Robin jumps up and gives her a good knock, Hum-ha! gives her a good knock. —Derbyshire (_Folk-lore Journal_, i. 385). X. Poor Roger is dead and lies low in his grave, Low in his grave, low in his grave, E. I. low in his grave. There grew an old apple tree over his head, Over his head, over his head, E. I. over his head. When the apples were ripe they all fell off, All fell off, all fell off, E. I. all fell off. There was an old woman came picking them up, Picking them up, picking them up, E. I. picking them up. Poor Roger jumped up and gave her a nudge, Gave her a nudge, gave her a nudge, E. I. gave her a nudge. Which made the old woman go lippety lop, Lippety lop, lippety lop, E. I. lippety lop. —Newark, Nottinghamshire (S. O. Addy). XI. Poor Toby is dead and he lies in his grave, He lies in his grave, he lies in his grave; They planted an apple tree over his head, Over his head, over his head. The apples grew ripe and beginning to fall, Beginning to fall, beginning to fall; The apples grew ripe and beginning to fall, Beginning to fall, beginning to fall. There came an old woman picking them up, Picking them up, picking them up; Poor Toby rose up and he gave her a kick, Gave her a kick, gave her a kick. And the poor old woman went hipperty hop, Hipperty hop, hipperty hop; And the poor old woman went hipperty hop, Hipperty hop along. —Belfast (W. H. Patterson). XII. There was an old woman we buried her here, Buried her here, buried her here; There was an old woman we buried her here, He—ho! buried her here. —Sporle, Norfolk (Miss Matthews).