How is your Master, Dame Partlet,
dear ?

That noisy old crowing Chanticiere,
Are you not glad that he is not here ?

| “ Cock-a-doodle-doo.” Why, he’s coming
I fear.

There was ne'er such a baby
For climbing on chairs,
There was ne’er such a baby
For getting down stairs.

Climbing on chairs! getting down
stairs !

There was ne’er such a baby her
mother declares.