MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES
I HAD a little pony,
His name was Dapple Gray, I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She whipp'd him, she lash'd him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now ■ For all the lady's hire.
SEE a pin and pick it up.
All the day you'll have good luck;
See a pin and let it lay,
Bad luck you'll have all the day!
BARNABY BRIGHT he was a sharp cur, He always would bark if a mouse did but stir; But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark, He's condemn'd by the parson to be hang'd by the clei k.
THE man in the wilderness asked me How many strawberries grew in the sea ? I answered him as I thought good, As many as red herrings grew in the wood.