plenty, too," says Billy Blue.

To market ride the gentlemen,
So do we, so do we;
Then comes the country clown,
Hobbledy gee! hobbledy gee!
First go to the ladies, nim, nim, nim!
Next comes the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim!
Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot!

LEICESTERSHIRE RIME

If all the waters was wan sea,
And all the trees was wan tree,
And this here tree should fall into that there sea,
Moy, sirs! what a splish-splash there'd be!

He that will fish for a Lancashire lad,
At any time or tide,
Must bait his hook with a good egg py,
Or an apple with a red side.

ESSEX

Gaffer Grey one summer day,
Was digging in the garden,
Beneath a stone he found a bone,
And in the bone a farden.

ESSEX

Pink and white's the lad's delight,
Blue and white they follow,
Green and white's forsaken quite,
The devil take the yellow!

Julius Caesar made a law,
Augustus Caesar signed it,
That every one that made a sneeze
Should run away and find it.

There was a man and his name was Cob;
He had a wife and her name was Mob;
He had a dog and his name was Bob;
She had a cat and her name was Chitterbob;
"Bob," says Cob,
"Chitterbob," says Mob,
Cob's dog was Bob,
Mob's cat was Chitterbob,
Cob, Mob, Bob, and Chitterbob.

DRIVING MAXIMS

Up the hill urge him not;
Down the hill drive him not;
Cross the flat spare him not;
To the hostler trust him not.

IRISH SONG

_My Land_

She is a rich and rare land!
Oh! she's a fresh and fair land!
She is a dear and rare land,
This native land of mine.

No men than her's are braver,
Her women's hearts ne'er waver;
I'd freely die to save her,
And think my lot divine.

She's not a dull or cold land,
No! she's a warm and bold land,
Oh! she's a true and old land,
This native land of mine.

Oh! she's a fresh and fair land,
Oh! she's a true and rare land,
Yes! she's a rare and fair land,
This native land of mine.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A baby was sleeping 32
About the seasons 22
A blue and white sky 4
A bushel of March dust 1
A Cheshire man 37
A cold April