What care I how black he be?
Twenty pounds will marry me
If twenty won't, forty shall,
I'm my mother's bouncing girl.


Here's A, B, C, D,
E, F, and G,
H, I, J, K,
L, M, N, O, P,
Q, R, S, T,
U, W, V,[
X, Y, and Z, And oh, dear me, When shall I learn My A, B, C.*/

[*][Note from Brett: "V" and "W" appear to be intentionally inverted
to favor the rhyme.]


Milk-man, milk-man, where have you been?
In Buttermilk channel up to my chin,
I spilt my milk, and I spoilt my clothes,
And got a long icicle hung to my nose.


I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play.