Build it up with wood and clay,
Dance o'er my lady lee,
Build it up with wood and clay,
With a gay lady.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Dance o'er my lady lee,
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay lady.
Build it up with stone so strong,
Dance o'er my lady lee,
Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,
With a gay lady.
THE SONG OF
THE THREE CHILDREN.
Tune—"Chevy Chace."
Three children sliding on the ice,
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
Now had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny,
They had not all been drown'd.
You parents that have children dear,
And eke you that have none,
If you will have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.