She vent vonce more to buy some sprats, and she tumbled into the water,
And down to the bottom, all kiver’d with mud, vent the putty little Rat-catcher’s daughter.
Ven Lilly vite sand ’e ’eard the news, his eyes ran down with vater,
Said ’e, In love I’ll constant prove, and—blow me if I’ll live long arter.
So he cut ’is throat with a pane of glass, and stabb’d ’is donkey arter
So ’ere is an end of lily vite sand, donkey, and the Rat-catcher’s daughter.
Some Love to Drink.
Some love to drink from the foamy brink,
Where the wine-drop’s dance they see,