The Grave-digger: “How do you like this one?”—
“‘As I was journeying home from Nantes.’”
The Hemp-dresser:
“‘Weary, oh, weary, was I, was I.’”
“That dates from my grandmother’s time. Let’s have another.”
The Grave-digger:
“‘One day I went a-walking....’”
The Hemp-dresser:
“‘Along a lovely wood!’”
“That one is too stupid! Our little children wouldn’t take the trouble to answer you. What! Are these all you know?”