Stranica 220 [220]
OCR
214 MOTHER GOOSE’S NURSERY RHYMES. When the wind is in the East, "Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the North, The skilful fisher goes not forth ; When the wind is in the South, It blows the bait in the fishes’ mouth; When the wind is in the West, Then ’tis at the very best. Cry, baby, cry, Put your finger in your eye, And tell your mother it wasn't I.
