192 NURSERV RHYMES.

 

 

“But you must milk the Tidy cow,
For fear that she go dry;
And you must feed the little pigs
That are within the stye;
And you must mind the speckled hen.
For fear she lay away;
And you must reel the spool of yarn
That I spun yesterday.”

 

The old woman took a staff in her hand,
And went to drive the plough;

The old man took a pail in his hand,
And went to milk the cow;