Part 33 (1/2)

Eye winker, Tom Tinker, Nose dropper.

Mouth eater, Chin chopper, Chin chopper.

CCCLVI.

Thumb bold, Thibity-thold, Langman, Lick pan, Mama's little man.

CCCLVII.

[A game of the fox.]

Fox a fox, a brummalary, How many miles to Lummaflary? Lummabary.

A. Eight and eight, and a hundred and eight.

How shall I get home to night?

A. Spin your legs, and run fast.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

CCCLVIII.

[A Christmas custom in Lancas.h.i.+re. The boys dress themselves up with ribands, and perform various pantomimes, after which one of them, who has a blackened face, a rough skin coat, and a broom in his hand, sings as follows.]

Here come I, Little David Doubt; If you don't give me money, I'll sweep you all out.

Money I want, And money I crave; If you don't give me money, I'll sweep you all to the grave!

CCCLIX.

[The following lines are said by the nurse when moving the child's foot up and down.]

The dog of the kill,[*]

He went to the mill To lick mill-dust: The miller he came With a stick on his back,-- Home, dog, home!

The foot behind, The foot before: When he came to a stile, Thus he jumped o'er.

[Footnote *: That is, kiln.]

CCCLX.

[The following lines are repeated by the nurse when sliding her hand down the child's face.]

My mother and your mother Went over the way; Said my mother to your mother, It's chop-a-nose day!

[Ill.u.s.tration: _Paradox_]