Chapter CCCXVII

Clap hands, clap hands,
Hie Tommy Randy,
Did you see my good man?
They call him Cock-a-bandy.

Silken Stockings on his legs,
Silver buckles glancin',
A sky-blue bonnet on his head,
And oh, but he is handsome.

CCCXVIII.

[A song set to five fingers.]

1. This pig went to market;
2. This pig staid at home;
3. This pig had a bit of meat;
4. And this pig had none;
5. This pig said, Wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home.