The Panjandrum Picture Book

And kisses too—until they were due the lasses held the stakes. The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, And bid them take their kisses back, and give them their own again, And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again. Now there they did stay the whole of the day, And tired the Fiddler quite, With singing and playing, without any paying, From morning until night. They told the Fiddler then, they'd pay him for his play, And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence, gave him and went away "Good-night," says Harry ; "Good-night," says Mary ; "Good-night," says Dolly to John ; "Good-night," says Sue , to her sweetheart Hugh , "Good night," says everyone. Some walked and some did run. Some loitered on the way, And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday. And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday. RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS Ride a Cock-Horse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine Lady Get on a white Horse, With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes. A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare. A Farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair; Lumpety, lumpety, lump! A Raven cried "Croak!" and they all tumbled down; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! The Mare broke her knees and the Farmer his crown; Lumpet, lumpety, lump! The mischievous Raven flew laughing away; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! And vowed he would serve them the same the next day; Lumpety, lumpety, lump! AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX MRS. MARY BLAIZE BY DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor— Who left a pledge behind. She strove the neighbourhood to please With manners wondrous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways— Unless when she was sinning. At church, in silks and satins new, With hoop of monstrous size, She never slumber'd in her pew— But when she shut her eyes. Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more; The King himself has follow'd her— When she has walk'd before.…