Nursery Rhyme. CXXXVI. Songs.

    Catch him, crow! carry him, kite!
    Take him away till the apples are ripe;
    When they are ripe and ready to fall,
    Home comes [Johnny,] apples and all.

    Dance to your daddy,
    My little babby,
    Dance to your daddy;
    My little lamb.

    You shall have a fishy,
    In a little dishy;
    You shall have a fishy
    When the boat comes in.

    To market, to market,
        To buy a plum cake;
    Home again, home again,
        Ne'er a one baked;
    The baker is dead and all his men,
    And we must go to market again.

    Rock well my cradle,
        And "bee baa," my son;
    You shall have a new gown,
        When ye lord comes home.

    Oh! still my child, Orange,
        Still him with a bell;
    I can't still him, ladie,
        Till you come down yoursell!

    I won't be my father's Jack,
        I won't be my mother's Gill,
    I will be the fiddler's wife,
        And have music when I will.
            T'other little tune,
            T'other little tune,
            Pr'ythee, love, play me
            T'other little tune.

    Clap hands, clap hands!
        Till father comes home;
    For father's got money,
        But mother's got none.
                Clap hands, & c.
                    Till father, & c.