DLVIII.
Bobbin-a-Bobbin bent his bow,
And shot at a woodcock and kill'd a yowe:
The yowe cried ba, and he ran away,
But never came back 'till midsummer-day.
DLIX.
A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, (tris)
And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he; (tris)
A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he.