MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. 35
T HAD a little dog, they called him Buff, ■A I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of
snuff: But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff So take that cuff, and that's enough.
H ARK ! hark! the dogs do bark, Beggars are coming to town, Some in jags, and some in rags, And some in velvet gown.
LADY-BIRD, lady-bird, Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children will burn.
D ANCE, little baby, dance up high, Never mind, baby, mother is nigh; Crow and caper, caper and crow) There, little baby, there you go. Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round; Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding !
C OLD and raw the north winds blow, Bleak in the morning early; All the hills are covered with snow, And winter's now come fairly.