56 NURSERY RHYMES.

 

LXXXIII.

LITTLE WILLIE WINKIE runs through the town,

Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown,

Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,

“Are the children in their beds? for now it’s eight oclock.”

LXXXIV.
Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy,
For kicking and for sprawling none her could come nigh;
She could trot, she could amble, and could canter here and
there ;
But one night she strayed away—so Moss lost his mare.

‘ Moss got up next morning to catch her fast asleep,

And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep.
Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there,
So I’ll tell you, by-and-bye, how Moss caught his mare.

“Rise! stupid, rise!” he thus to her did say:

“Arise, you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay,
For I must ride you to the town, so don’t lie sleeping there.”
He put the halter round her neck—so Moss caught his mare.

LXXXV.

LITTLE King Boggen he built a fine hall,

Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;

The windows were made of black-puddings and white;
And slated with pancakes ;—you ne’er saw the like,