A' the nicht owre and owre, And a' the nicht owre again; A' the nicht owre and owre The peacock followed the hen. The hen's a hungry beast, The cock is hollow within; But there's nae deceit in a puddin', A pie's a dainty thing. A' the nicht owre and owre.—Da Capo.

Or, yet more to engage the intellect may come:—

Poussie, poussie, baudrons, Whaur ha'e ye been? I've been to London Seeing the Queen. Poussie, poussie, baudrons, What gat ye there? I gat a good fat mousikie, Rinning up a stair. Poussie, poussie, baudrons, What did ye wi't? I put it in my meal-poke To eat it wi' my bread.

Or:—

Hushie-ba, birdie beeton, Your mammie's gane to Seaton, For to buy a lammie's skin To row your bonnie boukie in.

And:—

Bye baby, buntin', Daddie's gane a-huntin':— Mammie's gane to buy a skin, To row the baby buntin' in.

East Coast mothers sing:—

Ding dang, bell rang, Cattie's in the well, man. Fa' dang her in, man? Jean and Sandy Din, man. Fa' took her out, man? Me and Willie Cout, man. A' them that kent her When she was alive, Come to the burialie Between four and five.