NATURAL HISTORY. 363

 

DCXLII.

*T WAS once upon a time
When Jenny Wren was young,
So daintily she danced,
And so prettily she sung;
Robin Redbreast lost his heart,
For he was a gallant bird ;
> So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren,
uy Requesting to be heard.

   

If you will but be mine,

You shali feed on cherry pie, you shall,
And drink new currant wine;

T’ll dress you like a goldfinch,
Or any peacock gay ;

So, dearest Jen, if you’ll be mine,

Let us appoint the day.