Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXLVI. Love And Matrimony.

[This is part of a little work called 'Authentic Memoirs of the little Man and the little Maid, with some interesting particulars of their lives,' which I suspect is more modern than the following. Walpole printed a small broadside containing a different version.]                 There was a little man,                 And he woo'd a little maid,         And he said, "little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?                 I have little more to say,                 Than will you, yea or nay,         For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."                 The little maid replied,                 Some say a little sighed,         "But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?                 Will the love that you're so rich in                 Make a fire in the kitchen?         Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"