16 MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES.
T HERE was an old woman lived under the hill, And if she's not gone she lives there still. Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, And she's the old woman that never told lies.
W ASH me and comb me, And lay me down softly, And set me .on a bank to dry,
That I may look pretty, When some one comes by.
M ATTHEW, Mark, Luke, and John, Guard the bed that I lay on! Four corners to my bed, Pour angels round my head; One to watch, one to pray, And two to bear my soul away!
W HEN the wind is in the east, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast: When the wind is in the north, The skillful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the south, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; When the wind is in the west, Then 'tis at the very best.