Part 15 (2/2)
1. I am a monk lock.
2. I am a monk key!
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_Suitors._
WE are three brethren out of Spain, Come to court your daughter Jane.
_Mother._
My daughter Jane she is too young, And has not learned her mother-tongue.
_Suitors._
Be she young, or be she old, For her beauty she must be sold.
So fare you well, my lady gay, We'll call again another day.
_Mother._
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And rub thy spurs till they be bright.
_Suitors._
Of my spurs take you no thought, For in this town they were not bought; So fare you well, my lady gay, We'll call again another day.
_Mother._
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And take the fairest in your sight.
_Suitor._
The fairest maid that I can see, Is pretty Nancy--come to me.
Here comes your daughter safe and sound, Every pocket with a thousand pound, Every finger with a gay gold ring.
Please to take your daughter in.
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RIDE a c.o.c.k-horse to Banbury Cross, To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse; It trots behind, and it ambles before, And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.
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RIDE a c.o.c.k-horse to Banbury Cross, To see what Tommy can buy; A penny white loaf, a penny white cake, And a twopenny apple-pie.
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[_The following is a game played thus: A string of boys and girls, each holding by his predecessor's skirts, approaches two others, who with joined and elevated hands form a double arch. After the dialogue, the line pa.s.ses through, and the last is caught by a sudden lowering of the arms--if possible._]
”HOW many miles is it to Babylon?”-- ”Threescore miles and ten.”
”Can I get there by candle-light?”-- ”Yes, and back again!
If your heels are nimble and light, You may get there by candle-light.”
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RIDE a c.o.c.k-horse to Banbury Cross, To see an old lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.
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