In the barn a little mousie Ran to and fro; For she heard the kitty coming, Two black eyes had little kitty, Black as a sloe; And they spied the little mousie, Nine pearl teeth had little kitty, All in a row; And they bit the little mousie, When the teeth bit little mousie, Little mouse cried, "Oh!" MILKING TIME. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. WHEN the cows come home the milk is coming; And the deer live safe in the breezy brake; JENNY WREN AND ROBIN REDBREAST. OLD ENGLISH Rhyme. JENNY WREN fell sick; In came Robin Redbreast And brought her sops of wine. "Eat well of the sop, Jenny, Drink well of the wine; "Thank you, Robin, kindly, Jenny she got well, And stood upon her feet, And told Robin plainly She loved him not a bit. Robin, being angry, Hopp'd upon a twig, Saying, "Out upon you, Fye upon you, bold-faced jig!" THE OLD MARKET-WOMAN. OLD ENGLISH RHYME. THERE was an old woman, as I've heard tell, There came by a pedler whose name was Stout, He cut her petticoats all round about; He cut her petticoats up to the knees, Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze. When this little woman first did wake, She began to shiver and she began to shake, She began to wonder and she began to cry, "Lawk-a-mercy on me, this is none of I: "But if it be I, as I do hope it be, I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me; And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail!" Home went the little woman all in the dark, POLLY. GEORGE MACDONALD. BROWN eyes, straight nose; Torn books, spoilt toys; Little rages, obvious arts; Falling down off chairs; Wide-a-wake; as you hear, New shoes, new frock; When it's time to go to bed, Folded hands, saying prayers, Understands not nor cares Thinks it odd, smiles away; Fast asleep, as you see, THE LOST DOLL. CHARLES KINGSLEY. I ONCE had a sweet little doll, dears, Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, But I lost my poor little doll, dears, And I cried for her more than a week, dears, I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day; And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears, BABY BYE. THEODORE TILTON. BABY bye, Let us watch him, you and I. How he crawls Up the walls, Yet he never falls! I believe with six such legs You and I could walk on eggs. There he goes On his toes, Tickling baby's nose. |