Nor heed nor see, what things they be;
But from these create he can
Forms more real than living man,
Nurslings of immortality!...
Percy Bysshe Shelley
[352]. "My a Dildin."
This, 353, 355 and 356 are four more Singing-Game Rhymes, worn down into almost nonsensical jingle by multitudinous tongues in long long usage. (See No. 41, page 36).
And—since in my humble opinion it is not easy to get too much of this kind of good thing—here is another:
Bobby Shaft is gone to sea,
With silver buckles at his knee;