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The Panjandrum Picture Book

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Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,


And away to the May-pole hey:


For every heHas got him a she,with a minstrel standing by.


For Willy has gotten his Jill,And Johnny has got his Jone,To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it,Jigg it up and down.


"Strike up," says Watt; "Agreed," says Kate,"And I prithee, Fiddler, play;""Content," says Hodge, and so says Madge,For this is a Holiday!Then every man did put his hat off to his lass,And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass.


"Begin," says Hall; "Ay, ay," says Mall,"We'll lead up Packington's pound;""No, no," says Noll, and so says Doll,"We'll first have Sellenger's round."


Then every man beganto foot it round about,And every girl did jet it,Jet it, jet it in and out.


"You're out," says Dick; "Not I," says Nick."The Fiddler played it false;""'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue,And so says nimble Alice.


The Fiddler then began to play the tune again,And every girl did trip it,Trip it, trip it to the men.


Then after an hour, they went to a bower,And played for ale and cakes,And kisses too—until they were due the lasses held the stakes.


The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men,And bid them take their kisses back, and give them their own again,And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again.


Now there they did stay the whole of the day,And tired the Fiddler quite,With singing and playing, without any paying,From morning until night.


They told the Fiddler then, they'd pay him for his play,


And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence, gave him and went away


"Good-night," says Harry; "Good-night," says Mary;"Good-night," says Dolly to John;"Good-night," says Sue, to her sweetheart Hugh,"Good night," says everyone.


Some walked and some did run. Some loitered on the way,And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.


Ride a Cock-Horse to Banbury Cross,


To see a fine LadyGet on a white Horse,


With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.

A Farmer went trottingupon his grey mare.    

A Farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;Lumpety, lumpety, lump!


A Raven cried "Croak!" and they all tumbled down;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!The Mare broke her knees and the Farmer his crown;Lumpet, lumpety, lump!


The mischievous Raven flew laughing away;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;Lumpety, lumpety, lump!


Good people all, with one accord,Lament for Madam Blaize,Who never wanted a good word—


From those


who spoke her praise.