Nursery Rhyme. DCXLVIII. Relics.

    Come, let's to bed,
    Says Sleepy-head;
        Tarry a while, says Slow:
    Put on the pot,
    Says Greedy-gut,
        Let's sup before we go.

        [The following is quoted in the song of Mad Tom.]

    The man in the moon drinks claret,
        But he is a dull Jack-a-Dandy;
    Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot,
        He should learn to drink cider and brandy.

    Little Tommy Tacket,
            Sits upon his cracket;
    Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket;
            Make him coat and jacket,
            Trowsers to the knee.
    And if you will not have him, you may let him be.

    Little Tom Tucker
    Sings for his supper;
    What shall he eat?
    White bread and butter.
    How shall he cut it
    Without e'er a knife?
    How will he be married
    Without e'er a wife?

    Girls and boys, come out to play,
    The moon doth shine as bright as day;
    Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
    And come with your playfellows into the street.
    Come with a whoop, come with a call,
    Come with a good will or not at all.
    Up the ladder and down the wall,
    A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
    You find milk, and I'll find flour,
    And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

    Tom shall have a new bonnet,
    With blue ribbands to tie on it,
    With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,
    Who so like to Tommy's daddy?