126 NURSERY RHYMES.

Will you be constant, my pretty maid?
That I can’t promise you, sir, she said.
Then I won’t marry you, my pretty maid;
Nobody asked you, sir! she said.

 

CCII.

THERE were two birds sat on a stone,
Ba lawlaala, alae:
One flew away, and then there was one,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after, and then there was none,
Fa, la, la, la, lal,-de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!