SONGS. 105

 

CLXXVII.

My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
With my wing wang waddle oh,

Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys buble oh,
Under the broom.

I sold my six horses, and I bought me a cow,
I’d fain have made a fortune, but did not know how:
With my, &c.

I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
I’d fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:
With my, &c.

I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:
With my, &c.

I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse ;
He carried fire in his tail, and peat down my house:
With my, &c.

CLXXVITI.

As I was walking o’er Little Moorfields,
Ts saw St. Paul’s a-running on wheels,
With a fee, fo fum.
Then for further frolics I’ll go to France,
While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance,
With a fee, fo fum.