MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. 47
THERE was a jolly miller
Lived on the river Dee,
He looked upon his pillow,
And there he saw a flea
Oh! Mr. Flea,
You have been biting me,
And you must die:
k So he cracked his bones
Upon the stones, And there he let him lie.
ST. DUNSTAN, as the story goes, Once pulled the tempter by the nose, With red-hot tongs, which made him
roar, That he was heard ten miles or more.
LITTLE girl, little girl, where
have you been ? Gathering roses to give to the
Queen. Little girl, little girl, what
gave she you? She gave me a diamond as big
as my shoe.