She gave them some broth without any bread;
She whipped them all soundly, and put them to bed.
Oh, the Little Rusty, Dusty, Rusty Miller.
Oh, the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller!
I’ll not change my wife for either gold or siller.
Four-and-Twenty Tailors.
Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail,
The best man among them durst not touch her tail;
She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow—