Part 15 (1/2)

”Lord Jesus, it is the toothake.”

”Rise, Peter, and be heled.”

Come, b.u.t.ter, come!

Come, b.u.t.ter, come!

Peter is at the gate Waiting the b.u.t.ter and loaf, Come, b.u.t.ter, come!

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

Up Jack got and home did trot, As fast as he could caper, Went to bed to mend his head, With vinegar and brown paper.

Jill came in and she did grin, To see his paper plaster, Mother vexed, did whip her next, For causing Jack's disaster.

Little John Jig Jag, Rode on a penny nag, And went to Wigan to woo; When he came to a beck He fell and broke his neck, Johnny, how dost thou now?

Little General Monk Sat upon a trunk, Eating a crust of bread; There fell a hot coal, And burnt in his clothes a hole, Now little General Monk is dead.

SALISBURY CATHEDRAL

As many days as in one year there be, So many windows in this church you see.

As many marble pillars here appear, As there are hours through the fleeting year.

As many gates as moons one here does view, Strange tale to tell, but not more strange than true.

KENT

G.o.d made man, and man made money.

G.o.d made the bees, and the bees made honey.

G.o.d made the cooks, and the cooks made pies.

G.o.d made a little boy, and he told lies.

G.o.d made the world, as round as a ball, In jumps Satan, and spoils it all.

G.o.d made Satan, and Satan made sin, G.o.d made a little hole to put Satan in.

Ess.e.x stiles, Kentish miles, Norfolk wiles, Many men beguiles.

SOMERSET

My grandmother had a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way, If my grandmother had a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way, Why shouldn't I have a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way?

LEICESTER

My father died a month ago, And left me all his riches; A feather bed, a wooden leg, And a pair of leather breeches.