"Come, let us play,"
Said Tommy Gay;
"Well then, what at?"
Said Simon Pratt;
"At trap and ball,"
Said Neddy Hall;
"Well, so we will,"
Said Billy Gill.
"What a hot day!"
Said Tommy Gay;
"Then let us chat,"
Said Simon Pratt;
"On yonder hill,"
Said Billy Gill.
"Ay, one and all,"
Said Neddy Hall.
"For cakes I'll pay,"
Said Tommy Gay;
"I'm one for that,"
Said Simon Pratt;
"I'll bring them all,"
Said Neddy Hall;
"And I'll sit still,"
Said Billy Gill.
"Come with me, pray,"
Said Tommy Gay;
"Trust me for that,"
Said Simon Pratt;
They ate them all,
Gay, Pratt, and Hall;
And all were ill
But Billy Gill.
CIVIL SPEECH
"Give me some beer!" cried little Jane,
At dinner-table as she sat.
Her mother said, "Pray ask again,
And in a prettier way than that.
"For 'give me that,' and 'give me this,'
Is not the best way to be heard:
To make Ann hear, a little Miss
Must add another little word."
"Pray, give me, Ann, a glass of beer,"
Jane blushing said—her mother smiled:
"Now Ann will quickly bring it here,
For you ask properly, my child."