Xix

Hurly Burly And Curly Wurly Went to the fair together; It rained in the night For more delight, And it was windy weather.

Hurly Burly jumped the stiles, Laughed and in-and-outed; Hurly Burly ran for miles, Hurly Burly shouted.

Curly Wurly went off in smiles, Except just when she pouted! The Quakeress peeped from under the tiles, Saying, “If I could smile as thou did!”

Hurly Buriy’s talk was mad, Like Singlestick and Latin; Curly Wurly a sweet tongue had, And she was soft as satin.

Then Hurly Burly and Curly Wurly, When they had their airing, Came home betimes, like a poet’s rhymes, Each of them with a fairing.

For he had a monstrous popgun got, That went with a noise like thunder; And she had a beautiful true-love knot, That never would come in sunder.