LIX.
On Saturday night be all my care
To powder my locks and curl my hair:
And Sunday morning my love will bring
To marry me fair with a golden ring.
LX.
I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently play.
LXI.
Little Tom Tucker
Sings for his supper.
What shall he have to eat?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
Without e'er a knife?
How can he marry
Without e'er a wife?
LXII.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown,
Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,
'Are the babes in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock?'
