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Jack Sprat.

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MASTER Jack Sprat    Could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean,    And so it was,    Betwixt them both They lick'd the platter clean.

Taffy the Welchman.

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TAFFY was a Welchman, And Taffy was a thief, Taffy came to my house, And stole a piece of beef. I went to Taffy's house, And Taffy was from home, Taffy came to my house, And stole a marrow bone.

Little Husband.

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I HAD a little husband,    No bigger than my thumb, I put him in a pint-pot,    And there I bade him drum; I bridled him, and saddled him,    And sent him out of town: I gave him a pair of garters,    To garter up his hose, And a little silk handkerchief,    To wipe his snotty nose.

General Monk.

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LITTLE General Monk    Sat upon a trunk, Eating a crust of bread    There fell a hot coal,    And brunt in his clothes a hole, Now Little General Monk is dead.    Keep always from the fire;    If it catch your attire, You too, like Monk, will be dead.

Jack Horner.

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LITTLE Jack Horner Sat in a corner, Eating of Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pull'd out a plum, O ! what a good boy was I.

Jack and Gill.

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JACK and Gill went up a hill,    To fetch a pail of water: Jack fell down and broke his crown,    And Gill came tumbling after.

Drummer and Sot.

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DRUNK or sober, go to bed, Tom,     Go to bed, Tom,     Go to bed, Tom, Drunk or sober, go to bed, Tom; T'other pot, and t'other pipe,     Then to bed, Tom,     Then to bed, Tom, Drunk or sober, go to bed, Tom.

Tailor and Crow.

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A CARRION CROW sat on an oak, Watching a tailor shape his cloak, "Wife," cried he, "bring me my bow, That I may shoot yon carrion crow." The tailorshot and missed his mark, And shot his own sow through the heart: "Wife, bring me some brandy in a spoon; For our poor old sow is in a swoon."

Little Man and Wife.

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THERE was a little man,    He had a little gun, The bullets they were made of lead;    He went to the brook,    He shot a little duck, And shot it through the head.    He carried it home    To his wife Joan, And a fire he bid her make,    To dress the little duck,    While he went to the brook And shot, shot, shot the drake.

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LITTLE wee laddie, Who's your daddie? I came out o'a busket lady. A busket lady's owre fine; I cam out o' a bottle o' wine. A bottle o wine's owre dear; I cam out o' a bottle o' beer. A bottle o beer's owre thick; I cam out o' a gauger's stick. A gauger's stick's but and ben; I cam out o' a peacock hen.

Little Pony.

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I HAD a little pony,    They call'd it Apple Gray, I lent it to a lady    To ride a mile away. She whipp'd it, she spurr'd it,    She lash'd it thro' the mire; But I would not give my pony    For all the lady's hire.

Three Welch Hunters.

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THERE were three jovial Welchmen,    As I have heard them say, And they would go a-hunting    Upon St David's day. All the day they hunted,    And nothing could they find, But a ship a-sailing,    A-sailing with the wind. One said it was a ship,    The other he said, nay; The third said it was a house,    And the chimney blown away.

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And all the night they hunted,    And nothing could they find, But the moon a-gliding,    A-gliding with the wind. One said it was the moon,    The other he said, nay; The third said it was a cheese,    And half o't cut away. THE END.