Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, two, etc.
One ran away,
The other would not stay,
Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.
Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone:
When she came there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
PART IV.
GILES COLLINS AND PROUD LADY ANNA.
Giles Collins he said to his old mother,
Mother, come bind up my head;
And send to the parson of our parish,
For to-morrow I shall be dead, dead,
For to-morrow I shall be dead.
His mother she made him some water-gruel,
And stirr'd it round with a spoon;
Giles Collins he ate up his water-gruel,
And died before 'twas noon, noon,
And died before 'twas noon.