YOUNG Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,

Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump!

He asked for admittance, she answered him "No!"

Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump! "No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!"

DXI.

BRAVE news is come to town,
Brave news is carried;
Brave news is come to town,
Jemmy Dawson's married.

First he got a porridge-pot,
Then he bought a ladle;
Then he got a wife and child,
And then he bought a cradle.

DXII.

You shall have an apple,

You shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle-basket,
When your dad comes home.

DXIII.

[A Star.]

HIGHER than a house, higher than a tree; Oh, whatever can that be?

DXIV.

[Snuff.]

As I look'd out o' my chamber window, I heard something fall;

I sent my maid to pick it up,

But she couldn't pick it all.

DXV.

WHERE are you going, my pretty maid?
I'm going a-milking, sir, she said.
May I go with you, my pretty maid?
You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.
What is your father, my pretty maid?
My father's a farmer, sir, she said.
Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?
Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said.
Will you be constant, my pretty maid?
That I can't promise you, sir, she said.
Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid!
Nobody asked you, sir! she said.

DXVI.

SYLVIA, Sweet as morning air,
Do not drive me to despair:
Long have I sighed in vain,
Now I am come again,

Will you be mine or no, no-a-no-
Will you be mine or no?

Simon pray leave off your suit,
For of your courting you'll reap no fruit;
I would rather give a crown

Than be married to a clown;

Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,-
Go for a booby, go.

DXVII.

I would if I cou'd,

If I cou❜dn't, how cou'd I?

I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I?
Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?
Cou'd ye, cou'd ye?

Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?

DXVIII.

DOODLE, doodle, doo,

The princess lost her shoe;

Her highness hopp'd,

The fidler stopped,

Not knowing what to do.

DXIX.

HIGH, ding, cockatoo-moody,

Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;

High, ding, straps of leather,

Two little puppy dogs tied together;

One by the head, and one by the tail,

And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

DXX.

MERRY are the bells, and merry would they

ring,

Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay and free, And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!

Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your

hose,

Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose; Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free, With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be! Merry have we met, and merry have we been, Merry let us part, and merry meet again; With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,

And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

We'll give her some grains;

If she won't bear,

We'll dash out her brains!