Oldal 154 [154]
I48 MOTHER GOOSES NURSERY RHYMES.
Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,
The best man amongst 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 just now.
Doctor Foster went to
Gloster,
In a shower of rain ;
He stepped in a puddle,
up to the middle,
And never went there
again.
Mary, Mary, guite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockle-shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.