NURSERY RHYMES.

II.

Ride a cockhorse, to Banbury Cross, To see little Jenny upon a white horse.

There was an old woman and what do you think, She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink. Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, Yet the plaguey old woman could never be quiet.

A fox jumped up on a moonlight night, The stars were shining and all things bright. “Oh, ho!” said the Fox, “it's a very fine night For me to go through the town, heigho!”

Ding dong bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Tommy Green. Who got her out? Dog with long snout. What a naughty boy was that, to try to drown poor Pussy-cat.

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, Ninety times as high as the moon; And where she was going I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom.

Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard, To get the poor dog a bone. When she came there the cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.

I had a little pony, They called him Dapple Grey; I lent him to a lady To ride a mile away.

Pussy sits beside the fire, how can she be fair? In walks a little doggy, “Pussy, are you there?”