364 NURSERY RHYMES.

 

Jenny blushed behind her fan,
And thus declared her mind:

Since, dearest Bob, I love you well,
I’ll take your offer kind ;

Cherry pie is very nice,
And so is currant wine ;

But I must wear my plain brown gown,
And never go too fine.

Robin Redbreat rose up early,
All at the break of day,

And he flzw to Jenny Wren’s house,
And sung a roundelay ;

He sung of Robin Redbreast
And little Jenny Wren,

And when he came unto the end,
He then began again.

DCXLIII.

THERE was a glossy blackbird once
Lived in a cherry-tree,
He chirped and sung from morn till night,
No bird so blithe as he;
And this the burden of his song
For ever used to be:
Good boys shall have cherries as soon as they’re ripe,
But naughty boys none from me.