Old nurse's book of rhymes, jingles and ditties

by Unknown

And into rolls make it,

And send us some hot in the morn.

Bah, bah, black sheep, have you any wool,

Yes, marry have I, three bags full:

One for my master, and one for my dame,

But none for the little boy who cries in the lane.

Brow, brow, brinkie;

Eye, eye, winkie;