Volume 152 — NURSERY RHYMES OF LONDON TOWN.
Reading edition
(SECOND SERIES.)
XX.
MILLWALL.
I leaned on the Mill-Wall Looking at the water, I leaned on the Mill-Wall And saw the Nis's Daughter. I saw the Nis's Daughter Playing with her ball, She tossed it and tossed it Against the Mill-Wall. I saw the Nis's Goodwife Busy making lace With her silver bobbins In the Mill-Race. Then I saw the old Nis, His hair to his heel, Combing out the tangles On the Mill-Wheel. The Miller came behind me And gave my ear a clout— "Get on with your business, You good-for-nothing lout!"
XXI.
CORNHILL.
The seed of the Corn, the rustling Corn, The seed of the Corn is sown; When the seed is sown on the Cornhill My love will ask for his own. The blade of the Corn, the rustling Corn, The blade of the Corn is shown; When the blade is shown on the Cornhill I'll promise my love his own. The ear of the Corn, the rustling Corn, The ear of the Corn is grown; When the ear is grown on the Cornhill My love shall have his own. The sheaf of the Corn, the rustling Corn, The sheaf of the Corn is mown; When the sheaf is mown on the Cornhill My love will leave his own.
One of our Optimists.
"WANTED, few cwt. White Sugar, cart self; pay cash; state price."—Manchester Guardian.
"M. Trepoff accepted the leadership of the Right in the Council of Empire after the party had pledged itself to eschew a retrograd course."—Manchester Evening Chronicle.
Preferring a Petrograd one, of course.
"His Majesty's Government has declared that it is ready to grant sage-conducts to Count Bernstorff and the Embassy and Consular personnel."—Daily Mail.
Hitherto his Excellency has been sadly lacking in this hyphenated article.