NURSERY RHYMES.

Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb,
To.comb out your ringlets when I am from home,
If you will but walk with me, &c.

Sir, I’ll not accept, &c.

Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,*
One made in London, the other made in York,

If you will but walk with me, &c.

Sir, I’l] not accept, &c.

Madam, I will zive you a sweet silver bell,+

To ring up your maidens when you are not well,
If you will but walk with me, &c.

Sir, I’ll not accept, &c.

Oh, my man John, what can the matter be?
I love the lady and the lady loves not me!
Neither will she walk abroad with me,
Neither will she talk with me.

Oh, master dear, do not despair,

The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear,
And she will walk and talk with thee,

And she will walk with thee!

* This proves the song was not later than the era of chopines, or high cork shoes.

t+ Another proof of antiquity. It must probably have been written before the
invention of bell-pulls.