F for fig, J for jig,"
And N for knuckle bones,
I for Iohn the waterman,
And S for sack of stones.

Father Short came down the lane,
O! I'm obliged to hammer and smite
From four in the morning till eight at night,
For a bad master, and a worse dame.

Father Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's son;
Son Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's father.40

Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,

The fly shall marry the humble-bee.

They went to the church, and married was she, The fly has married the humble-bee.

Flour of England, fruit of Spain,"
Met together in a shower of rain;
Put in a bag tied round with a string,

If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.

Gay go up, and gay go down,12
To ring the bells of London town.

Bull's eyes and targets,

Say the bells of St. Marg❜ret's.

Brickbats and tiles,

Say the bells of St. Giles'.

Half-pence and farthings,

Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Oranges and lemons,

Say the bells of St. Clement's.

Pancakes and fritters,

Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Two sticks and an apple,

Say the bells at Whitechapel.

Old Father Baldpate,

Say the slow bells at Aldgate.

Pokers and tongs,

Say the bells at St. John's.

Kettles and pans,

Say the bells at St. Ann's.

You owe me ten shillings,
Say the bells at St. Helen's.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,

Say the bells at Shoreditch.

Pray, when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.

I am sure I don't know,
Says the great bell at Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,

My little dame is not at home?

I'll saddle my cock, and bridle my hen,
And fetch my little dame home again!

Home she came, tritty trot,

And asked for the porridge she left in the pot.
Some she ate, and some she shog,*

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And some she gave to the truckler's dog;
She took up the ladle and knocked its head,
And now poor Dapsy dog is dead.