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Out of France into Spain, Back to dear old England again. O-u-t spells " out," If you please stand out. I had a little dog and his name was Buff, I sent him after a penn'orth of snuff, He broke the paper and smelled the snuff, And that's the end of my dog Buff.
He shan't bite you—he shan't bite you—he shan't bite you, &c, &c.—he shall bite you all over.
—Dorsetshire (Folk-lore Journal, vii. 213).
VII. I sent a letter to my love,
I carried water in my glove, And by the way I dropped it. I did so ! I did so !
I had a little dog that said " Bow ! wow! "
I had a little cat that said " Meow ! meow ! "
Shan't bite you—shan't bite you—
Shall bite you. —Cornwall (Folk-lore Journal^ v. 52).
VIII. I sent a letter to my love,
I carried water in my glove,
I dript it, I dropped it, and by the way I lost it.
—Hersham, Surrey (Folk-lore Record, v. 87).
IX. I have a pigeon in my pocket, If I have not lost it;
Peeps in, peeps out, By the way I've lost it;
Drip, drop, By the way I've lost it. —Earls Heaton (H. Hardy).
X. I have a pigeon in my pocket,
It peeps out and in,
And every time that I go round
I give it a drop of gin.
Drip it, drop it, drip it, drop it.
—Settle, Yorkshire (Rev W. S. Sykes). |
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