Around the green gravel the grass grows green,

And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;

Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,

And write their names with a pen and ink.

DCLII.

As I was going to sell my eggs,

I met a man with bandy legs,

Bandy legs and crooked toes,

I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

DCLIII.