Nursery Rhyme. DCLIV. Relics.

    As I was going to sell my eggs,
    I met a man with bandy legs,
    Bandy legs and crooked toes,
    I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

    My little old man and I fell out,
    I'll tell you what 'twas all about:
    I had money, and he had none,
    And that's the way the row begun.

    Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
    And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
    Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
    And write their names with a pen and ink.

        Old Sir Simon the king,
    And young Sir Simon the 'squire,
            And old Mrs. Hickabout
            Kicked Mrs. Kickabout
    Round about our coal fire!

    High diddle doubt, my candle out,
        My little maid is not at home:
    Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
        And fetch my little maid home.

    Peg, peg, with a wooden leg,
        Her father was a miller:
    He tossed the dumpling at her head,
        And said he could not kill her.