Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
The Beggars are coming to town.
Some in rags & some in jag's
And some in velvet gowns.
I had a little pony
They called it Dapple Gray,
I lent it to a lady
To ride a mile away.
She whipped it, she slashed it,
She drove it through the mire.
I will not lend my pony more,
For all the ladies' hire.
John Smith, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse o' mine?
Yes, indeed, and that I can
As well as any man!
There's a nail upon the tae, &c
To make the powny speel the brae;
There's a nail and there's a brod
—a horse weel shod.
Kk Ll Mm
King o' Katchem met a king
In a narrow lane;
Says this king to that king
“Where have you been?”
Oh, I've been a hunting
With my dog & my doe
Pray lend him to me,
That I may do so.
“There's the dog, TAKE the dog.”
“What's the dog's name?”
“I've told you already.”
“Pray tell me again.”
Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home,
Your house is a-fire, your children all gone,
All but one that lies under a stone;
Fly the home, ladybird, ere it be gone!
Multiplication is vexation,
Division is twice as bad;
The Rule of Three it puzzles me
And Fractions drive me mad!