GAMES. 237

 

Here comes your daughter safe and sound,
Every pocket with a thousand pound;
Every finger with a gay gold ring ;

Please to take your daughter in.

CCCC.

HERE we come a-piping,

First in Spring, and then in May;
The Queen she sits upon the sand,
Fair as a lily, white as a wand:

 

 

King John has sent you letters three,
And begs you’ll read them unto me.—
We can’t read one without them all,
So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball!