DAME HICKORY

"Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here's sticks for your fire, Furze-twigs, and oak-twigs, And beech-twigs, and briar!" But when old Dame Hickory came for to see, She found 'twas the voice of the False Faerie.

"Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here's meat for your broth, Goose-flesh, and hare's flesh, And pig's trotters both!" But when old Dame Hickory came for to see, She found 'twas the voice of the False Faerie.

"Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here's a wolf at your door, His teeth grinning white, And his tongue wagging sore!" "Nay!" said Dame Hickory, "ye False Faerie! But a wolf 'twas indeed, and famished was he.

"Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here's buds for your tomb, Bramble, and lavender, And rosemary bloom!" "Wh-s-st!" said Dame Hickory, "ye False Faerie, Ye cry like a wolf, ye do, and trouble poor me."