LXXXVII.
To market, to market,
To buy a plum bun:
Home again, home again,
Market is done.
LXXXVIII.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;
A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,
Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?
LXXXIX.
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on,
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head;
One to watch, and one to pray,
Two to bear my soul away.
XC.
Cushy cow bonny, let down your milk,
And I will give you a gown of silk;
A gown of silk and a golden fee,
If you will let down your milk for me.
