Part 11 (1/1)

The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street.

[Ill.u.s.tration: OLD KING COLE.]

Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he!

He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he!

Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee went the fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

[Ill.u.s.tration: FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A SNAIL.]

Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail; The best man among them durst not touch her tail.

She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow.

Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.

[Ill.u.s.tration: HUSH-A-BY BABY.]

Hush-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a n.o.bleman; mother's a queen; Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring, And Johnny's a drummer and drums for the king.