THE CAT= 



" I coft a sheepie's head, my winsome, 



Winsome lady." 

 " 'Twas a sign ye warna kitchenless," 



Said she, said she. 



" I put it in my pottie to boil, my loesome, 



Loesome lady." 

 " 'Twas a sign ye didna eat it raw," 



Said she, said she. 



" I put in my winnock to cool, my winsome, 



Winsome lady." 

 " 'Twas a sign ye didna burn your chafts then," 



Said she, said she. 



" By cam a cattie, and ate it a' up, my loesome, 



Loesome lady." 

 " And sae will I you, — worrie, worrie, gnash, gnash,' 



Said she, said she. 



Scotch Nursery Rhyme, 



171 



