Nursery Rhyme. CCXC. Games.

There were three jovial Welshmen,             As I have heard them say,         And they would go a-hunting             Upon St. David's day.         All the day they hunted,             And nothing could they find         But a ship a-sailing,             A-sailing with the wind.         One said it was a ship,             The other he said, nay;         The third said it was a house,             With the chimney blown away.         And all the night they hunted,             And nothing could they find         But the moon a-gliding,             A-gliding with the wind.         One said it was the moon,             The other he said, nay;         The third said it was a cheese,             And half o't cut away.         And all the day they hunted,             And nothing could they find         But a hedgehog in a bramble bush,             And that they left behind.         The first said it was a hedgehog,             The second he said, nay;         The third it was a pincushion,             And the pins stuck in wrong way.         And all the night they hunted,             And nothing could they find         But a hare in a turnip field,             And that they left behind.         The first said it was a hare,             The second he said, nay;         The third said it was a calf,             And the cow had run away.         And all the day they hunted,             And nothing could they find         But an owl in a holly tree,             And that they left behind.         One said it was an owl,             The other he said, nay;         The third said 'twas an old man,             And his beard growing grey.