Chapter VII

Robin Cook's wife {58a} she had an old mare, {58b}
Humpf, humpf, hididdle, humpf!
And if you'd but seen her, Lord! how you'd have stared, {58c}
Singing, "Folderol diddledol, hidum humpf."

This old mare she had a sore back, {58d}
Humpf, &c.
And on her sore back there was _hullt_ an old sack, {58e}
Singing, &c.

Give the old mare some corn in the sieve, {59a}
Humpf, &c.
And 'tis hoping God's husband (_sic_) the old mare may live,
Singing, &c.

This old mare she chanced for to die, {59b}
Humpf, &c.
And dead as a nit in the roadway she lie, {59c}
Singing, &c.

All the dogs in the town _spook_ for a bone, {59d}
Humpf, &c.
All but the Parson's dog, {59e} he went wi' none,
Singing, "Folderol diddledol, hidum humpf."