Bobby Shaft is fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermore,
Pretty Bobby Shaft!

A good child, a good child,
As I suppose you be,
Never laughed nor smiled
At the tickling of your knee.

Commodore Rogers was a brave man--exceedingly brave--particular;
He climbed up very high rocks--exceedingly high--perpendicular;
And what made this the more inexpressible,
These same rocks were quite inaccessible.

When I was a little boy,
I washed my mammie's dishes,
I put my finger in my eye,
And pulled out golden fishes.

Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,
Pye crust and pastry crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes you ne'er saw the like.

A CHERRY

_Galloway_

Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot,
A wee, wee man in a red, red coat,
A staff in his hand, and a stane in his throat,
Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot.

PERTH

A penny for the chappin' stick,[C]
Tuppence for the theevil,[D]
That's the way the money goes,
Pop goes the weasel.

[C] Used for pounding potatoes.

[D] For stirring porridge.

Cocky-bendy's lying sick,
Guess ye what'll mend him?
Twenty kisses in a clout,
Lassie will ye send 'em?

Cherries a ha'penny a stick!
Come and pick! Come and pick!
Cherries! big as plums!
Who comes? Who comes?

Nanty, Panty, Jack-a-Dandy,
Stole a piece of sugar-candy,
From the grocer's shoppy-shop,
And away did hoppy-hop!

Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it,
Never a farthing was therein,
But little fishes drowned.

Riggity jig, riggity jig,
Who'll go to market to ride in a gig?
A fair little maid, and a nice little man,
Shall ride off to market as fast as they can.

Polly, put the kettle on,
And let's have tea!
Polly put the kettle on,
And we'll all have tea.

Mr Mason bought a basin,
Mr Rice asked the price,
Mr Hicks fell in his tricks,
And bounced the basin on the bricks.

GRAVESEND

Hab can nab,
The two-pound crab,
The twopenny ha'penny lobster,
Trot over to France,
To see the cat dance,
And could not come back to his master.

DORSET

I've come a-shrovin'
Vor a lit