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MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES |
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THERE was an old woman of Leeds, Who spent all her time in good deeds;
She worked for the poor,
Till her fingers were sore, This pious old woman of Leeds! |
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MISS one, two, and three could never agree, While they gossiped round a tea-caddy. |
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A DUCK and a drake,
A nice barley cake, With a penny to pay the old baker;
A. hop and a scotch,
Is another notch, Slitherum, slatherum, take her. |
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HUSH-A-BYE, baby, upon the tree-top, When the wind blowst the cradle will rock: When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down tumble cradle and baby and all.
UP she goes and down she comes, If you haven't got apples, I'll give you some plums. |
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