TALES. 43

 

LXIII.

OLD Mother Goose, when Mother Goose had a house,
She wanted to wander, ’T was built in a wood,
Would ride through the air Where an owl at the door

On a very fine gander. For sentinel stood.

 

This is her son Jack, a plain-looking lad:
He is not very good, nor yet very bad.

She sent him to market, Jack found one morning, ~
A. live goose he bought: As I have been told,
“Here! mother,” says he, His goose had laid him

“Tt will not go for nought.” An-egg of pure gold.

Jack’s goose and her gander Jack rode to his mother,
Grew very fond ; The news for to tell. 4

They’d both eat together, She called him a good boy,
Or swim in one pond. And said it was well,