. The nursery rhymes of England . GS. 115 John Cook was riding up Shuters hill; he, haw, hum!His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum ! The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf;he, haw, hum ! If you want any more you may sing it your-self ; he, haw, hum ! CLXXVI. A CARRION crow sat on an oak, Pol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, Watching a tailor shape his cloak;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. Wife, bring me my old bent bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh ho, the carrion cr
. The nursery rhymes of England . GS. 115 John Cook was riding up Shuters hill; he, haw, hum!His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum ! The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf;he, haw, hum ! If you want any more you may sing it your-self ; he, haw, hum ! CLXXVI. A CARRION crow sat on an oak, Pol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, Watching a tailor shape his cloak;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. Wife, bring me my old bent bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. The tailor he shot and missed his mark,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do; And shot his own sow quite through the heart; Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. 116 SONGS. Wife, bring brandy in a spoon; Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, For our old sow is in a swoon,Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding CLXXVII. [Another version from MS. Sloane, 1489, tol. 17, written in the tiice ofCharles I.] Hie hoc, the carrion crow, For I have shot something too low : I have quite missed my mark, And shot the poor sow to the heart; Wife, bring treacle in a spoon, Or else the poor sows heart will down. SONGS. 117 CLXXVIII. [Song of u little boy while passing his hour of solitude in n corn-field.] AWA birds, away! Take a little, and leave a little, And do not come again; For if you do, I will shoot you through, And there is an end of you. CLXXIX. IF Id as much money as I could spend,I never would cry old chairs to mend;Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;I never would cry old chairs to mend. If Id as much money as I could tell,I never would cry old clothes to sell;Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;I never would cry old clothes to sell. CLXXX. WHISTLE, daughter, whistle, whistle daugh-ter dear;I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle par.
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