There's the match, and lay't in.
Nineteen, twenty-Goblins in a plenty."
"Do be quiet," cried the nurse, in a whispered shriek. But the boy, who
was now close at hand, still went on.
"Hush! scush! scurry!
There you go in a hurry!
Gobble! gobble! gobblin'!
There you go a wobblin';
Hobble, hobble, hobblin'!
Cobble! cobble! cobblin'!
Hob-bob-goblin--Huuuuuh!"
"There!" said the boy, as he stood still opposite them. "There! that'll
do for them. They can't bear singing, and they can't stand that song.
They can't sing themselves, for they have no more voice than a crow;
and
they don't like other people to sing."
The boy was dressed in a miner's dress, with a curious cap on his head.
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