Who’s going round my sheepfold?
Only poor Jack Lingo.
Don’t steal any of my black sheep!
No, I won’t, only buy one.
—Roxton, St. Neots (Miss E. Lumley).
Who goes round my house this night?
None but Limping Tom.
Do you want any of my chickens this night?
None but this poor one.
—Macduff (Rev. W. Gregor).
Who goes round my house this night?
Who but Bloody Tom!
Who stole all my chickens away?
None but this poor one.
—Chambers’s Pop. Rhymes, 122.