4: MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES.
F OR every evil under the sun, There is a remedy, or there is none. If there be one, try and find it; If there be none, never mind it.
I P a man who turnips cries, Cries not when his father dies, It is a proof that he would rather Have a turnip than his father.
P EAS-PUDDING hot, peas-pudding cold, Peas-pudding in the pot nine days old. Some like it hot, some like-it cold, Some like it in the pot, nine days old.
A S I was going along, long, long, A singing a comical song, song, song, The lane that I went was so long, long, long, And the song that I sung was so long, long,
long, And so I went singing along.
R OUND about, round about, gooseberry-pie, My father loves good ale, and so do I.
T ELL-TALE, tit! your tongue shall be slit, And all the dogs in the town shall have a little bit!