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380 MILKING PAILS
Suppose the clothes should blow away ? Get a boat and go after them, mother. But suppose the boat should turn over ? Then that would be an end of you, mother.
—Bocking, Essex (Folk-lore Record, iii. 169).
III. Mother, please buy me a milking-can,
A milking-can, a milking-can ! Mother, please buy me a milking-can, With a humpty-dumpty-daisy!
[Then follow verses sung in the same manner, beginning—]
Where's the money to come from, to come from ?
Sell my father's feather bed.
Where's your father going to lie ?
Lie on the footman's bed.
Where's the footman going to lie ?
Lie in the cowshed.
Where's the cows going to lie ?
Lie in the pig-sty.
Where's the pig going to lie ?
Lie in the dolly-tub.
And what am I to wash in ?
Wash in a thimble.
A thimble wunna hold a cap.
Wash in an egg-shell.
An egg-shell wunna hold a shirt.
Wash by the river-side.
Suppose the clothes should float away ?
Get a boat and fetch them back.
Suppose the boat should overthrow ?
Serve you right for going after them !
—Berrington, Oswestry, Chirbury (Burne's Shropshire Folk-lore, p. 515).
IV. Mother, will you buy me a milking-can, A milking-can, a milking-can? Mother, will you buy me a milking-can,
To me, I, O, OM ? |
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