Sukey she made answer,
"For your cow and pig,
I tell you, Jacky Jingle,
I do not care a fig.
[Pg 305] "I have got a puppy-dog,
And a pussy-cat,
And I have got another thing
That's better far than that.
"For I have got a velvet purse
That holds a hundred pound,
'Twas left me by my grand-dad
Who now lies underground.
"So if your cow and pig
Is all you have in store,
You may go home and mind 'em,
For now your wooing's o'er."
Says Jacky, "You're too hasty,
I've got a horse and cart;
And I have got a better thing,—
I've got a constant heart.
[Pg 306] "If that won't do, then you may lay
Your money on the shelf,
I soon shall get another girl
That's better than yourself."
Then says little Sue,
"If your heart is true,
This trouble we'll get through,
If things are rightly carried."
There's nothing more to do,
'Twixt Jacky and his Sue;
"None so happy as us two,
For now we'll both be married!"
Now after they were married
Some good things to produce,
Sukey's purse and hundred pounds
Were quickly put in use;
Sukey milked the cow,
And to make good cheese did try,
Jack drove his horse and cart,
And minded pig and sty.
BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GO
LOW, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
This is the death of little Jenny Wren
This is the death of
Little Jenny Wren,
And what the doctors
All said then.
Jenny Wren was sick again,
And Jenny Wren did die;
The doctors vowed they'd cure her,
Or know the reason why.
Doctor Hawk felt her pulse,
And, shaking his head,
Said, "I fear I can't save her,
Because she's quite dead."
Doctor Hawk's a clever fellow,
He pinched her wrist enough to kill her.
"She'll do very well yet,"
Then said Doctor Fox,
"If she takes but one pill
From out of this box."
[Pg 309] Ah! Doctor Fox,
You are very cunning,
For if she's dead,
You will not get one in.
With hartshorn in hand,
Came Doctor Tom-Tit,
Saying, "Really, good sirs,
It's only a fit."
You're right, Doctor Tit,
You need make no doubt on,
But death is a fit
Folk seldom get out on.
Doctor Cat says, "Indeed,
I don't think she's dead,
I believe if I try,
She yet might be bled."
[Pg 310] You need not a lancet,
Miss Pussy, indeed,
Your claws are enough
A poor Wren to bleed.
"I think, Puss, you're foolish,"
Then says Doctor Goose,
"For to bleed a dead Wren
Can be of no use."
Why, Doctor Goose,
You're very wise,
Your wisdom profound
Might Ganders surprise.
Doctor Jack Ass then said,
"See this balsam, I make it;
She yet may survive
If you get her to take it."
[Pg 311] What you say, Doctor Ass,
Perhaps may be true;
I ne'er saw the dead drink, though
Pray, Doctor, did you?
Doctor Owl then declared
That the cause of her death
He really believed, was——
The want of more breath.
Indeed, Doctor Owl,
You are much in the right;
You as well might have said
That day was not night.
Says Robin, "Get out,
You're a parcel of quacks,
Or I'll lay this good whip
On each of your backs."
[Pg 312] Then Robin began
For to bang them about,
They stayed for no fees,
They were glad to get out.
Poor Robin long for Jenny grieves,
At last he covered her with leaves;
Yet near the place, a mournful lay,
For Jenny Wren sings every day.