What The Thrush Toils At

The Partridge Asks For

The Hapless One Takes

The Troubled One Steals

Puts Upon A Spade

Sets On A Runner

Hides Under A Door

Shields With A Bath-whisk



The Farmer Hammers

And Tempers His Spears

Marries Off His Sons

Hands Out His Daughters

In Boots Clogged With Ckay

In Fancy Mittens



The Sea-swell Rumbles

And The Winds It Blows

And The King Hears It

From Five Miles Away

From Six Directions

From Seven Back Woods

From Eight Heaths Away