Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXIV. Jingles.

    Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,
    If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.

    High, ding, cockatoo-moody,
    Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;
    High, ding, straps of leather,
    Two little puppy-dogs tied together;
    One by the head, and one by the tail,
    And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

    Hyder iddle diddle dell,
    A yard of pudding's not an ell;
    Not forgetting tweedle-dye,
    A tailor's goose will never fly.

    Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?
    How many holes in a skimmer?
    Four and twenty, - my stomach is empty;
    Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.

        Hey! diddle, diddle,
        The cat and the fiddle,
    The cow jumped over the moon;
        The little dog laugh'd
        To see the sport,
    While the dish ran after the spoon.

    Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,
        The table and the frame;
    My master he did cudgel me
        For speaking of my dame.