Nursery Rhyme. DC. Local.

    Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?
    Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
    Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.

    At Brill on the Hill,
    The wind blows shrill,
        The cook no meat can dress;
    At Stow in the Wold
    The wind blows cold, -
        I know no more than this.

    Dick and Tom, Will and John,
    Brought me from Nottingham.

    Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,
    There you see the beggars are come;
    Some are here, and some are there,
    And some are gone to Chidley fair.

    Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,
    In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.

    Cripple Dick upon a stick,
        And Sandy on a sow,
    Riding away to Galloway,
        To buy a pound o' woo.