Then Johnny Pringle bury'd this very pretty pig,
That was not very little, nor yet very big;
So here's an end of the song of all three,
Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and the little Piggy.
THE NURSE'S SONG.
Bee baw babby lou,[C] on a tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the wind ceases the cradle will fall,
Down comes baby and cradle and all.
[C] A corruption of the French nurse's threat in the fable: He bas! la le loup! Hush! there's the wolf.
ANOTHER.
Bee baw bunting,
Daddy's gone a hunting,
To get a little lamb's skin,
To lap his little baby in.