Volume I Part 10 (2/2)

”MERRY ARE THE BELLS”

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

”WHEN GOOD KING ARTHUR RULED THIS LAND”

When good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley meal, To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the queen did make, And stuffed it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs.

The king and queen did eat thereof, And n.o.blemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried.

THE BELLS OF LONDON

Gay go up, and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town.

Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of Saint Marg'ret's.

Brickbats and tiles, Say the bells of Saint Giles'.

Half-pence and farthings, Say the bells of Saint Martin's.

Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of Saint Clement's.

Pancakes and fritters, Say the bells of Saint Peter's.

Two sticks and an apple, Say the bells of Whitechapel.

Old Father Baldpate, Say the slow bells at Aldgate.

Pokers and tongs, Say the bells of Saint John's.

Kettles and pans, Say the bells of Saint Ann's.

You owe me ten s.h.i.+llings, Say the bells of Saint Helen's.

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