Julius Caesar made a law,
Augustus Caesar sign'd it,
That ivery one that made a sneeze
Should run away an' find it.
A weddin', a woo, a clog an' a shoe,
A pot-ful o' porridge, away they go!
Chimley-sweeper, blackymoor,
Set o' t' top o' t' chapel door.
Tak a stick an' knock him daan,
That's the way to Chapeltaan.
The Lady-bird
Cow-lady, cow-lady, hie thy way wum,(1)
Thy haase is afire, thy childer all gone;
All but poor Nancy, set under a pan,
Weyvin' gold lace as fast as shoo can.
1. Home.
The Magpie
I cross'd pynot,(1) an' t' pynot cross'd me.
T' devil tak t' pynot an' God save me. .
1. Magpie.
Tell-pie-tit,
Thy tongue's slit,
An ivery dog i' t' toon 'll get a bit.