The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . Old King ColeWas a merry old soul. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 69 The first, he was a miller;The second, he was a weaver;The third, he was a tailor;And all were rogues together. The miller, he stole corn;The weaver, he stole yarn ;The little tailor stole broadcloth,To keep the three rogues warm. The miller was drownd in his dam ;The weaver was hung in his loom ;And the devil ran away with the little tailor,With the broadcloth under his arm. HUSH-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,Down will co
The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . Old King ColeWas a merry old soul. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 69 The first, he was a miller;The second, he was a weaver;The third, he was a tailor;And all were rogues together. The miller, he stole corn;The weaver, he stole yarn ;The little tailor stole broadcloth,To keep the three rogues warm. The miller was drownd in his dam ;The weaver was hung in his loom ;And the devil ran away with the little tailor,With the broadcloth under his arm. HUSH-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all. BYE, baby buntingDaddys gone a hunting,To get a little hares skin,To wrap a baby bunting in. 7° MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. tEfjere ^ere W^xtt fobtal l^etefjmen THERE were three jovial Welshmen,As I have heard them say,And they would go a-huntingUpon St. Davids day. All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find, But a ship a-sailing,A-sailing with the wind. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 71 One said it was a ship, The other he said, nay;The third said it was a house, And the chimney blown away. And all the night they hunted, And nothing could they find,But the moon a-gliding, A-gliding with the wind. One said it was the moon,The other he said, nay; The third said it was a cheese,And half ot cut away. THIS little Pig went to market;This little Pig staid at home;This little Pig had a bit of bread and butter;This little Pig had none ;This little Pig said, Wee, wee, wee !I cant find my way home. [Later and familiar version.] This little Pig went to Market,This little Pig staid Home,This little Pig had roast Beef,This little Pig had none,This little Pig cried wee, wee, wee,I cant find my way home. 72 MOTHER GOOSE
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