78 NURSERV RHVMES.

CXXXVII.

TELL tale, tit!

Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in the town
Shall have a little bit.

CXXXVIII.

[The joke of the following consists ia saying it so quick that it cannot be told whether
itis English or gibberish. It was a schooiboy’s rhyme in the fifteenth century. ]

IN fir tar is,
In oak none is.
In mud eel is,
In clay none is.
Goat eat ivy,
Mare eat oats.

CXXXIX.

[The dominical letters attached to the first days of the several months are remembered
by the following lines. |

AT Dover Dwells George Brown Esquire,
Good Christopher Finch, And David Friar.

CXL.

BIRCH and green holly, boys,
Birch and green holly.

If you get beaten, boys,
*T will be your own folly.