THE DUCK AND THE DRAKE.
There was a little man
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead:
He went to the brook,
And he saw a little duck,
And he shot it through the head, head, head.
He carried it home,
To his old wife Joan,
And bid her a fire for to make, make, make,
To roast the little duck,
He'd shot in the brook,
And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.
THE MILK PAILS.
Betty's gone a-milking, mother, mother;
Betty's gone a-milking, dainty fine mother of mine:
Then you may go after, daughter, daughter;
Then you may go after, dainty fine daughter of mine.
Buy me a pair of milk pails, mother, etc.
Where's the money to come from, daughter? etc.
Pawn my father's feather-bed, mother, etc.
Where's your father to lay, daughter? etc
Lay him in the maid's bed, mother, etc.
Where is the maid to lay, daughter? etc.
Lay her in the pig-stye, mother, etc.
Where are the pigs to lay, daughter? etc.