370 NURSERY RHYMES.

 

All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.

DCXLVI.

“ ROBERT BARNES, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine?”
"Ves, good sir, that I can,
As well as any other man:
There’s a nail, and there’s a prod,
And now, good sir, your horse is shod.”

DCXLVII.

I HAD a little dog, and they called him Buff;
I sent him to the shop for a hap’orth of snuff;
But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff,

So take that cuff, and that’s enough.

DCXLVIII.

As I went over the water,
The water went over me,
I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree:
The one called me a rascal,
The other called me a thief;
I took up my little black stick,
And knocked out all their teeth.