Stranica 154 [154]
OCR
I48 MOTHER GOOSES NURSERY RHYMES. Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns, like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all just now. Doctor Foster went to Gloster, In a shower of rain ; He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle, And never went there again. Mary, Mary, guite contrary, How does your garden grow? Silver bells and cockle-shells, And pretty maids all in a row.
