Nursery Rhyme. LXX. Tales.

    Little Tommy Tittlemouse
    Lived in a little house;
    He caught fishes
    In other men's ditches.

    Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
    Stole a pig, and away he run!
    The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
    And Tom went roaring down the street.

    Tommy kept a chandler's shop,
    Richard went to buy a mop,
    Tommy gave him such a knock,
    That sent him out of his chandler's shop,

    Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,
        One ran away,
        The other wouldn't stay, -
    Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.

        I'll tell you a story
        About Jack a Nory, -
    And now my story's begun:
        I'll tell you another
        About Jack his brother, -
    And now my story's done.

        [The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same piece, are often found separated from each other.]

    Robin and Richard were two pretty men;
    They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
    Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky,
    Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high:

    The bull's in the barn threshing the corn,
    The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn,
    The cat's at the fire frying of fish,
    The dog's in the pantry breading his dish.