SONGS. 117

 

I harrowed it with a bramble bush,
Sing ivy, sing ivy ;

And reaped it with my little penknife,
Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

I got the mice to carry it to the barn,
Sing ivy, sing ivy ;

And thrashed it with a goose’s quill,
Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

I got the cat to carry it to the mill,
Sing ivy, sing ivy;
The miller he swore he would have her paw,
And the cat she swore she would scratch his face,
Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy'

CXCV.

I HAVE been to market, my lady, my lady.

Then you’ve not been to the fair, says pussy, says pussy.
I bought me a rabbit, my lady, my lady.

Then you did not buy a hare, says pussy, says pussy.

I roasted it, my lady, my lady.

Then you did not boil it, says pussy, says pussy.
I ate it, my lady, my lady.

And I’ll eat you! says pussy.