With your gun and your hound,
For you never shall leap over my gate."
DCV.
Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,
There you see the beggars are come;
Some are here, and some are there,
And some are gone to Chidley fair.
DCVI.
Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?
In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.