He ran o'er hill, and dale, and plain,
To ease his weary bones he fain
Did throw himself down, but all in vain,
The leg got up, and was off again.
Ri too ral, &c.
He walk'd of days and nights a score,
Of Europe he had made the tour;
He died— but though he was no more
The leg walk'd on the same as before
Ri too ral, &c.
In Holland he sometimes comes to sight
A skeleton on a cork leg tight;
No cash did the artist's skill requite,
He never was paid and it serv'd him right
Ri too ral, &c.
My tale I've told, both plain and free,
of the richest merchant that could be
Who never was buried though dead, we see
And I've been singing his L, E, G.
Ri too ral, &c.
LORD LOVEL.
Lord Lovel he stood at his castle gate,
Combing his milk-white steed,
When up came Lady Nancy Bell,
To wish her lover good speed, speed, speed,
Wishing her lover good speed.
Oh, where are you going, Lord Lovel? she cried
Oh, where are you going said she,
I'm going my Lady Nancy Bell,
Strange countries for to see, see, see, &c.
When will you be back Lord Lovel ? she said
Oh, when will you be back said she,
In a year or two or three at most,
I'll return to my fair Nancy-ey-ey, &c.
But he had not been gone a year and a day,
Strange countries for to see,
When languishing thoughts come into his head—
Lady Nancy Bell he would go see, see, see, &c.
