MARGERY DAW

See-saw, Margery Daw
Sold her bed to lie upon straw;
Wasn’t she a nasty slut
To sell her bed and lie upon dirt?

THE FLY & THE HUMBLE BEE

Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
The fly has married the humble bee.
Says the fly, says he,
“Will you marry me,
And live with me,
Sweet humble bee?”
2Says the bee, says she,
“I’ll live under your wing,
“And you’ll never know
“That I carry a sting.”
Fiddle-de-dee, &c.
3So when the parson
Had joined the pair,
They both went out
To take the air,
Fiddle-de-dee, &c.
4And the flies did buzz,
And the bells did ring—
Did ever you hear
So merry a thing?
Fiddle-de-dee, &c.
5And then to think
That of all the flies
The humble bee
Should carry the prize.
Fiddle-de-dee, &c.