400 NURSERY RHYMES.

 

DCCXVI.

LINCOLN was, and London is,
And York shall be
The fairest city of the three.

DCCXVII.

I LOST my mare in Lincoln Lane,
And couldn’t tell where to find her,
Till she came home both lame and _ blind,
With never a tail behind her.

DCCXVIII.

CRIPPLE DICK upon a stick,
And Sandy on a sow,

Riding away to Galloway,
To buy a pound o’ woo.

DCCXIX.

DRIDDLETY drum, driddlety drum,
There you see the beggars are come;
Some are here, and some are there,
And some are gone to Chidley Fair.

DCCXX.
LITTLE boy, pretty boy, where were you born?
In Lincolnshire, master: come, blow the cow’s horn.

A halfpenny pudding, a penny pie,
A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.