Nursery Rhyme. DXII. Natural History.

        Goosey, goosey, gander,
        Where shall I wander?
    Up stairs, down stairs,
        And in my lady's chamber;
    There I met an old man
        That would not say his prayers;
    I took him by the left leg,
        And threw him down stairs.

    Goosy, goosy, gander,
    Who stands yonder?
    Little Betsy Baker;
    Take her up, and shake her.

    I'll away yhame,
    And tell my dame,
    That all my geese
    Are gane but yane;
            And it's a steg ( gander),
            And it's lost a leg;
    And it'll be gane
    By I get yhame.

    Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
        Father and mother are dead:
    Brother and sister are in the back yard,
        Begging for barley bread.

    See, saw, Margery Daw,
    The old hen flew over the malt house,
    She counted her chickens one by one,
    Still she missed the little white one,
    And this is it, this is it, this is it.

    I had two pigeons bright and gay,
    They flew from me the other day;
    What was the reason they did go?
    I cannot tell for I do not know.