The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . etty Men,They lay in Bed Till the Clock struck Ten :Then up starts Robin And looks at the Sky,Oh! Brother Richard, The Suns very high;You go before with the Bottle and Bag,And I will come after On little Jack Nag. What lazy Rogues were these to lie in Bed so long; I dare say they have no Cloths to theirBacks; for laziness clothes a Man with rags. 134 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES T kHE Sow came in with the Saddle,The little Pig rockd the Cradle,The Dish jumpd a top the Table ;To see the Pot wash the Ladle ;The Spit that stood behind a BenchCalld the Dishcloth a dirty Wenc
The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . etty Men,They lay in Bed Till the Clock struck Ten :Then up starts Robin And looks at the Sky,Oh! Brother Richard, The Suns very high;You go before with the Bottle and Bag,And I will come after On little Jack Nag. What lazy Rogues were these to lie in Bed so long; I dare say they have no Cloths to theirBacks; for laziness clothes a Man with rags. 134 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES T kHE Sow came in with the Saddle,The little Pig rockd the Cradle,The Dish jumpd a top the Table ;To see the Pot wash the Ladle ;The Spit that stood behind a BenchCalld the Dishcloth a dirty Wench:Ods plut, says the Gridiron, Cant ye agree ?Im the Head Constable, Bring em to me. Note. If he acts as Constable in this Case, the Cock must surely be the Justice of Peace. T ^HERE was an old Woman, And she sold Puddings and PiesShe went to the MillAnd the Dust flew into her Eyes;Hot pies And cold pies to sell,Wherever she goes You may follow her by the Smell. Maxim. Either say nothing of the Absent, or speak like a WERE three Brethren out of SpainCome to court your Daughter Jane;My Daughter Jane she is too young,She has no skill in flattering Tongue. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 135 Be she young or be she old,Its for Gold she must be sold;So fare you well, my Lady gay,We must return another Day. Maxim. Riches serve a wise Man, and govern a fool. THERE were two Blackbirds sat on a Hill,The one was named Jack,The other namd away, Jack,Fly away, Gill;Come again, Jack,Come again, Gill. Maxim. A Bird in the Hand is worth two in the Bush. HERES A, B, and C,D, E, F, and G,H, I, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, and U,W, X, Y, and heres the childs DadWho is sagacious and discerning,And knows this is the font of Learning. 136 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES DICKERY, Dickery Dock;The Mouse ran up the Clock;The Clock struck one,The Mouse ran down,Dickery, Dickery Dock. Maxim. Time stays for no Man. BOYS and Girls come out to play,The Moon does shine as bright as day;Come with a Hoop
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