The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
By came a blackbird
And pecked off her nose.
XL. LUCY LOCKET
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
But never a penny was there in't
Except the binding round it.
XLI. LITTLE BINGO
A farmer's dog leapt over the stile,
His name was little Bingo:
There was B. with an I., and I. with an N.,
N. with a G., G. with an O.;
There was B. I. N. G. O.;
And his name was little Bingo.
The farmer loved a cup of ale,
And called it very good stingo.
There was S. with a T., and T. with an I.,
N. with a G., G. with an O.;
There was S. T. I. N. G. O.;
And its name was jolly Sting o.
