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DXL.

OLD Dame Widdle Waddle jumped out of bed,
And out at the casement she popped her head,
Crying, The house is on fire, the grey goose dead,
And the fox he is come to the town, oh!

DXLI.

THERE was an old soldier of Bister
Went walking one day with his sister,
When a cow at one poke
Tossed her into an oak,
Before the old gentleman missed her.

DXLII.

“FIRE! fire!” said the town-crier ;
“Where? where?” said Goody Blair;
“Down the town,” said Goody Brown;
“T’ll go and see’t,” said Goody Fleet;
“So will I,” said Goody Fry.

DXLIII.

[Our collection of nursery jingles may appropriately be concluded with the Quaker’s
commentary on one of the greatest favourites—‘‘ Hey! diddle diddle.” We have
endeavoured, as far as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition
that could offend the most fastidious ear ; but the following annotations on a song
we cannot be induced to‘omit, would appear to suggest that our endeavours are
scarcely likely to be attended with success. |

Hey! diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle—

“Yes, thee may say that, for that is nonsense.”
The cow jumped over the moon—