The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . c OCK a doodle doo, My Dame has lost her Shoe,)/Jj| My Masters lost his Fiddle StickAnd knows not what to do. The Cocks crows us up early in the Morning, that we may work forour Bread, and not live upon Charity, or upon Trust; for he who livesupon Charity shall be often affronted, and he that lives upon Trust shallpay double. ROUND about, round about,Magotty Pye:My Father loves good AleAnd so do I. Maxim. Evil Company makes Good bad and Bad worse. HUSH a by BabyOn the Tree Top,When the Wind blowsThe Cradle will the Bough breaks The Cradle will fall,Down
The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . c OCK a doodle doo, My Dame has lost her Shoe,)/Jj| My Masters lost his Fiddle StickAnd knows not what to do. The Cocks crows us up early in the Morning, that we may work forour Bread, and not live upon Charity, or upon Trust; for he who livesupon Charity shall be often affronted, and he that lives upon Trust shallpay double. ROUND about, round about,Magotty Pye:My Father loves good AleAnd so do I. Maxim. Evil Company makes Good bad and Bad worse. HUSH a by BabyOn the Tree Top,When the Wind blowsThe Cradle will the Bough breaks The Cradle will fall,Down tumbles babyCradle and all. This may serve as a Warning to the Proud and Ambitious, who climb so high that they gener-U7 fall at last. Maxim. Content turns all it touches into Gold. 124 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. JACK and Gill,Went up the Hill,To fetch a Pail of Water;Jack fell downAnd broke his CrownAnd Gill came tumbling after. Maxim. The more you think of dying the better you will live. Aristotle. THERE were two Birds sat on a Stone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, flew away, and then there was one,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de. The other flew after, and then there was none,Fa, la, la, la, la, lal, de. And so the poor Stone was left all alone, x^.Fa, la, la, la, lal, de. This may serve as a Chapter of Consequences in the next new Book of Logick. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 125 LITTLE Jack HornerSat in a Corner,Eating a Christmas Pye ;He Put in his Thumb,And pulld out a Plumb,Crying, what a great Boy was I ? Tack was a Boy of excellent Taste as should appear by his pulling out a Plumb; it is thereforeapposed that his Father apprentised him to a mince-Pye maker that he might improve hisftste from year to year. PEASE Porridge hot,Pease Porridge Cold,Pease Porridge in the Pot Nine Days old,Spell me that in four
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