@3(Our nurseries will soon be too cultured to admit the old rhymes in their Philistine and unaesthetic garb. They may be redressed somewhat on this model.)@1 OH, but she was dark and shrill, (Hey-de-diddle and hey-de-dee!) The cat that (on the first April) Played the fiddle on the lea. Oh, and the moon was wan and bright, (Hey-de-diddle and hey-de-dee!) The Cow she looked nor left nor right, But took it straight at a jump, pardie! The hound did laugh to see this thing, (Hey-de-diddle and hey-de-dee!) As it was parlous wantoning, (Ah, good my gentles, laugh not ye,) And underneath a dreesome moon Two lovers fled right piteouslie; A spooney plate with a plated spoon, (Hey-de-diddle and hey-de-dee!) POSTSCRIPT Then blame me not, altho' my verse Sounds like an echo of C. S. C. Since still they make ballads that worse and worse Savor of diddle and hey-de-dee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON LITTLE JOHN AND THE RED FRIAR; A LAY OF SHERWOOD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PENETRALIA by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW ON A BIOGRAPHICAL DICTIONARY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MODERN JUDAS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE IF LINCOLN SHOULD RETURN by MARGARET E. BRUNER |