MOTHER GOOSE S MELODIES.
L ITTLE boy, pretty boy, where were you born? In Lincolnshire, master, come blow the cow's horn.
E GGS, butter, cheese, bread, Stick, stock, stone, dead. ,, Stick him up, stick him down, Stick him in the old man's crown.
H EY ding a ding, what shall I sing? How many holes in a skimmer ? Four-and-twentyŚmy stomach's empty; Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.
T HREE little kittens lost their mittens; And they began to cry, Oh! mother, dear, we very much fear, That we have lost our mittens. Lost your mittens ! you naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. No, you shall have no pie. Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
W HEN I was a little he, My mother took me on her knee; Smiles and kisses gave with joy, And called me oft her darling boy.