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 Lancashire. 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_]

ELEVENTH CLa.s.s--PARADOXES.

CCCLXI.

[The following is quoted in Parkin's reply to Dr. Stukeley's second number of 'Origines Roystonianae,' 4to, London, 1748, p.

vi.]

Peter White will ne'er go right, Would you know the reason why?

He follows his nose where'er he goes, And that stands all awry.

CCCLXII.

O that I was where I would be, Then would I be where I am not!

But where I am must be, And where I would be I cannot.

CCCLXIII.

[The following was sung to the tune of Chevy Chase. It was taken from a poetical tale in the 'Choyce Poems,' 12mo, London, 1662, the music to which may be seen in D'Urfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p. 1.]

Three children sliding on the ice Upon a summer's day, As it fell out, they all fell in, The rest they ran away.

Now had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground, Ten thousand pounds to one penny, They had not all been drown'd.

You parents all that children have, And you that have got none, If you would have them safe abroad, Pray keep them safe at home.

CCCLXIV.

There was a man of Newington, And he was wond'rous wise, He jump'd into a quickset hedge, And scratch'd out both his eyes: But when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main, He jump'd into another hedge, And scratch'd 'em in again.

CCCLXV.

Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window, There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger; Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack, A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.

CCCLXVI.

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?