BETTY PRINGLE'S PIG.
Did you not hear of Betty Pringle's pig?
It was not very little, nor yet very big;
The pig sat down upon a dunghill,
And there poor piggy he made his will.
Betty Pringle came to see this pretty pig
That was not very little, nor yet very big;
This little piggy it lay down and dy'd,
And Betty Pringle sat down and cry'd.
Then Johnny Pringle bury'd this very pretty pig,
That was not very little, nor yet very big;
So here's an end of the song of all three,
Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and the little Piggy.
THE NURSE'S SONG.
Bee baw babby lou,[C] on a tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the wind ceases the cradle will fall,
Down comes baby and cradle and all.
[C] A corruption of the French nurse's threat in the fable: He bas! la le loup! Hush! there's the wolf.
ANOTHER.
Bee baw bunting,
Daddy's gone a hunting,
To get a little lamb's skin,
To lap his little baby in.
ANOTHER.
Bye O my baby,
When I was a lady,
O then my poor baby didn't cry;
But my baby is weeping,
For want of good keeping,
Oh, I fear my poor baby will die.
