THE THREE CHILDREN.
Tune—"Chevy Chace."
Three children sliding on the ice,
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
Now had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny,
They had not all been drown'd.
You parents that have children dear,
And eke you that have none,
If you will have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.
ROBIN, BOBBIN, RICHARD, AND JOHN:
OR, THE WREN SHOOTING.
We'll go a shooting, says Robin to Bobbin;
We'll go a shooting, says Richard to Robin;
We'll go a shooting, says John all alone;
We'll go a shooting, says every one.
What shall we kill? says Robin to Bobbin;
What shall we kill? says Richard to Robin;
What shall we kill? says John all alone;
What shall we kill? says every one.
We'll shoot at that wren, says Robin to Bobbin;
We'll shoot at that wren, says Richard to Robin;
We'll shoot at that wren, says John all alone;
We'll shoot at that wren, says every one.
She's down, she's down, says Robin to Bobbin;
She's down, she's down, says Richard to Robin;
She's down, she's down, says John all alone;
She's down, she's down, says every one.
How shall we get her home? says Robin to Bobbin;
How shall we get her home? says Richard to Robin;
How shall we get her home? says John all alone;
How shall we get her home? says every one.
We'll hire a cart, says Robin to Bobbin;
We'll hire a cart, says Richard to Robin;
We'll hire a cart, says John all alone;
We'll hire a cart, says every one.
Then hoist, boys, hoist, says Robin to Bobbin;
Then hoist, boys, hoist, says Richard to Robin;
Then hoist, boys, hoist, says John all alone;
Then hoist, boys, hoist, says every one.
So they brought her away, after each pluck'd a feather,
And when they got home, shar'd the booty together.
THE SHORT COURTSHIP:
OR, THE LUSTY WOOER.
Here comes a lusty wooer,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
Here comes a lusty wooer,
Lily bright and shine a.
Pray, who do you woo?
My a dildin, my a daldin;
Pray, who do you woo?
Lily bright and shine a.
For your fairest daughter,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
For your fairest daughter,
Lily bright and shine a.
Then there she is for you,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
Then there she is for you,
Lily bright and shine a.