NURSERY RHYMES OF LONDON TOWN.

"Trot, mare, trot, or I'll be late, And Billing will have locked his Gate. "Mister Billing, Are you willing To open your Gate to me?" "Yes!" says Billing, "Give me a shilling And I will fetch the key." "Mister Billing, I haven't a shilling, I'll give you a button of horn." "No!" says Billing, "I'm unwilling, A button will buy no corn." "Take it or leave it, but I can't wait— Jump, mare, jump over Billing's Gate!"

I planted a limestone once upon a time, And up came a little wee House of Lime. I planted a seed by the corner of the wall, And up came a Poplar ninety feet tall. I settled down for life, as happy as could be, In my little wee Lime-House by my big Poplar-Tree.