Reading made Easie, copy of Bewick. You are Old Father William, by Green.
The
History
of 		Jack
the
Giant-killer.

The above woodcut of a Fugitive Soldier (designed by Craig, and engraved by Lee) was used on the back of the cover of this little book, as issued by J. G. Rusher at Banbury.

Jack’s Artfulness. Jack shows the Giant a trick. The Giant and his Prisoners.
Jack slices off the Giant’s nose. Jack kills Blunderbore. Jack strangles the Giants.
DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN.

Who killed Cock Robin?

I, said the sparrow,

With my bow and arrow,

I killed Cock Robin!

This is the pie

That saw him die.

Who caught his blood?

I said the fish,

With my little dish,

I caught his blood!

Who made his shroud?

I, said the Eagle,

With my thread and needle!

This is the Owl so brave

That dug Cock Robin’s grave.

Who’ll be the parson?

I, said the Rook.

Who’ll be the clerk?

I, said the lark.

Who’ll carry him to his grave?

I, said the kite.

Who’ll be the chief mourner?

I, said the swan.

Who’ll bear his Pall?

We, said the wrens.

Who’ll toll the bell?

I, said the Bull.

Who’ll lead the way?

I, said the martin.

The birds of the air fell a sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.

History
of 		THE
 Tom
Thumb
The cow took Tom Thumb With a mouthful of grass. His butterfly mounted, And rode o’er the stream. He climbed up the edge, And fell in the bowl.

Tom soused in the firmity,

And had a great fall.

The breath of the spider

In the midst of the strife

Was too much for Sir Thomas,

And cost him his life.

Children
in 		the
Wood.
With clay-cold lips the babes they kissed. He bargained with two ruffians strong.
Away the little babes were sent. To fight they go right suddenly.
Then hand in hand they took their way. Till death did end their grief.