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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30418 ***
+
+[Illustration:
+  THE KING WAS IN THE PARLOR, COUNTING OUT HIS MONEY;
+  THE QUEEN WAS IN THE KITCHEN, EATING BREAD & HONEY.
+  THE MAID WAS IN THE GARDEN, HANGING OUT THE CLOTHES;
+  THERE CAME A LITTLE BLACKBIRD & PECKED OFF HER NOSE.]
+
+
+
+
+The Home Treasury.
+
+TRADITIONAL NURSERY SONGS
+
+of
+
+ENGLAND.
+
+with
+
+PICTURES BY EMINENT MODERN ARTISTS.
+
+EDITED BY
+
+FELIX SUMMERLY.
+
+LONDON: JOSEPH CUNDALL, 12, OLD BOND STREET.
+
+1843.
+
+_The Copyright of these Works is registered pursuant to Statute 5 and 6
+Vic. c. 45._
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+So my dear Madam, you think Nursery Songs mere trash, not worth
+utterance or remembrance, and beneath the dignity of the "march of mind"
+of our days! I would bow to your judgment, but you always talk so loud
+in the midst of a song; look grave at a joke--and the leaves of that
+copy of Wordsworth's Poems, presented to you on your birthday--I will
+not say how many years ago, still remain uncut. Facts like these, and
+others constantly occurring, prove that your ear cannot relish melody;
+and that poetry does not touch your feelings. Besides, you are still
+unmarried, and you say, I record it with regret, "you hate children."
+Doubtless you were never born a child yourself.
+
+It is to mothers, sisters, kind-hearted aunts, and even fathers, who are
+summoned to become unwilling vocalists at break of day by young
+gentlemen and ladies of two years old; and to all having the charge of
+children, who are alive to the importance of cultivating their natural
+keenness for rhyme, rhythm, melody, and instinctive love for fun, that I
+offer this first part of a collection of Traditional Nursery Songs. This
+Collection has been in progress for more than ten years, and it is now
+published, after a revision, with all the editions by Ritson, and
+others, that I have been able to meet with.
+
+The Pictures, though made especially for the benefit of my young
+audience, will not, I feel pretty sure, be uninteresting to more
+advanced connoisseurs. I am not at liberty to mention the names of the
+artists who in their kind sympathies for children have obliged me with
+them. It is a mystery to be unravelled by the little people themselves,
+who, as they advance in a knowledge and love of beauty, will not fail to
+recognize in the works of some of the best of our painters of familiar
+life, the pencils of those who gave them early lessons in genuine art.
+
+TRADITIONAL NURSERY SONGS.
+
+
+  A diller, a dollar,
+  A ten o'clock scholar,
+  What makes you come so soon?
+  You used to come at ten o'clock,
+  And now you come at noon.
+
+
+  A long tailed pig, or a short tailed pig,
+  Or a pig without a tail,
+  A sow pig, or a boar pig,
+  Or a pig with a curly tail.
+
+
+  As I was going up Pippen hill,
+    Pippen hill was dirty;
+  There I met a pretty Miss,
+    And she dropt me a curtsey.
+
+
+  Little Miss, pretty Miss,
+    Blessings light upon you,
+  If I had half a crown a day,
+    I'd spend it all upon you.
+
+
+  Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
+  Yes, marry, have I, three bags full;
+  One for my master, and one for my dame,
+  And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.
+
+
+  Bless you, bless you, bonnie bee:
+  Say, when will your wedding be?
+  If it be to-morrow day,
+  Take your wings and fly away.
+
+
+  Bonnie lass! bonnie lass! wilt thou be mine?
+  Thou shalt neither wash dishes nor serve the swine,
+  But sit on a cushion and sow up a seam,
+  And thou shalt have strawberries, sugar, and cream.
+
+[Illustration: BYE. O MY BABY.]
+
+
+  Bye baby bunting,
+  Father's gone a hunting,
+  To get a little rabbit-skin,
+  To lap his little baby in.
+
+
+    Bye, O my baby,
+    When I was a lady,
+  Oh then my poor babe didn't cry;
+    But my baby is weeping,
+    For want of good keeping,
+  Oh! I fear my poor baby will die.
+
+
+  Cock-a-doodle-doo!
+  My dame has lost her shoe,
+  Master's broke his fiddle-stick,
+  And don't know what to do.
+
+
+  Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,
+    Bleak in the morning early;
+  All the hills are covered with snow,
+    And winter's now come fairly.
+
+
+  "Come, let's to bed," says Sleepy-head,
+    "Let's stay awhile," says Slow,
+  "Put on the pot," says Greedy-gut,
+    "We'll sup before we go."
+
+
+  Cross Patch, draw the latch,
+    Sit by the fire and spin;
+  Take a cup, and drink it up,
+    And call your neighbours in.
+
+
+  Cushy Cow bonny, let down thy milk,
+  And I will give thee a gown of silk!
+  A gown of silk and a silver tee,
+  If thou will let down thy milk to me.
+
+
+  Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,
+    In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
+
+
+[Illustration:
+  "COME, LET'S GO TO BED," SAYS SLEEPY-HEAD,
+  "LET'S STAY AWHILE," SAYS SLOW,
+  "PUT ON THE POT," SAYS GREEDY-GUT,
+  "WE'LL SUP BEFORE WE GO."]
+
+
+  Danty baby diddy,
+    What can mammy do wid'e?
+    Sit in a lap
+    And give ye some pap,
+  Danty baby diddy.
+
+
+  Did you not hear of Betty Pringle's pig!
+  It was not very little nor yet very big;
+  The pig sat down upon a dunghill,
+  And there poor piggy he made his will.
+
+  Betty Pringle came to see this pretty pig,
+  That was not very little nor yet very big;
+  This little piggy it lay down and died,
+  And Betty Pringle sat down and cried.
+
+  Then Johnny Pringle buried this very pretty pig,
+  That was not very little nor yet very big,
+  So here's an end of the song of all three,
+  Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and little Piggy.
+
+
+  Ding, dong, bell,
+  Pussy-cat's in the well.
+  Who put her in?
+  Little Johnny Green.
+    Who pull'd her out?
+    Little Johnny Stout.
+  What a naughty boy was that,
+  To drown his poor grand-mammy's cat;
+  Which never did him any harm,
+  But killed the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+  Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,
+    She stole oranges, I am afraid,
+  Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,
+    She stole oranges, I do believe.
+
+
+  Four and twenty tailors
+    Went to kill a snail,
+  The best man among them
+    Durst not touch her tail.
+
+  She put out her horns
+    Like a little Kyloe cow:
+  Run, tailors, run,
+    Or she'll kill you all e'en now.
+
+
+  Girls and boys, come out to play,
+  The moon is shining bright as day;
+  Leave your supper and leave your sleep,
+  And come with your play-fellows into the street;
+  Come with a whoop, and come with a call,
+  Come with a good will, or come not at all.
+  Up the ladder and down the wall,
+  A half-penny roll will serve us all:
+  You find milk and I'll find flour,
+  And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour.
+
+
+  Great A, little a, bouncing B,
+  The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.
+
+
+  Handy-spandy, Jack-a-Dandy
+  Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy,
+  He bought some at a grocer's shop,
+  And pleas'd, away went, hop, hop, hop!
+
+
+  Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
+    Beggars are coming to town,
+  Some in jags, and some in rags,
+    And some in velvet gown.
+
+
+  Here we go up, up, up,
+    And here we go down, down, downy,
+  And here we go backwards and forwards,
+    And here we go round, round, roundy.
+
+
+  Here stands a fist,
+    Who set it there?
+  A better man than you,
+    Touch him if you dare.
+
+
+  Hey diddle diddle,
+    The cat and the fiddle,
+  The cow jumped over the moon;
+    The little dog laughed
+    To see such craft,
+  And the dish ran away with the spoon.
+
+
+[Illustration:
+  HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK!
+  BEGGARS ARE COMING TO TOWN.]
+
+
+  Hey my kitten, my kitten,
+    And hey my kitten, my deary,
+  Such a sweet pet as this
+    Was neither far nor neary.
+
+
+  Hiccory, diccory, dock,
+  The mouse ran up the clock;
+  The clock struck one,
+  The mouse ran down,
+  Hiccory, diccory, dock.
+
+
+  How many days has my baby to play?
+    Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
+  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.
+    Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
+
+
+  Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
+  Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
+  Threescore men, and threescore more,
+  Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
+
+
+  How many miles is it to Babylon?
+  Threescore miles and ten.
+  Can I get there by candle-light?
+  Yes, and back again.
+
+
+  Hush-a-bye, baby,
+    Daddy is near,
+  Mammy's a lady,
+    And that's very clear.
+
+
+  "Hush-a-bye, babby, lie still with thy daddy,
+    Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
+  To get some wheat, to make some meat,
+    So pray, my dear babby, lie still.
+
+
+  "Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
+  When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
+  When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
+  Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.
+
+
+  I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb,
+  I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum,
+  I bought him a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,
+  And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.
+
+
+  I had a little pony,
+    His name was Dapple Gray,
+  I lent him to a lady,
+    To ride a mile away.
+
+  She whipped him, she lashed him,
+    She drove him through the mire;
+  I would not lend my pony now,
+    For all the lady's hire.
+
+
+  I had a little wife, the prettiest ever seen,
+  She washed all the dishes and kept the house clean;
+  She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
+  She brought it home safe in less than an hour,
+  She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
+  She sat by the fire and told a fine tale.
+
+
+  I'll sing you a song,
+  It's not very long:
+  The woodcock and the sparrow,
+  The little dog has burnt his tail,
+  And he shall he hanged to-morrow.
+
+
+  I'll tell you a story,
+    About Jack a Nory,
+    And now my story's begun;
+  I'll tell you another,
+  About Jack and his brother;
+    And now my story's done.
+
+
+  Is John Smith within?
+    Yes that he is.
+  Can he set a shoe?
+    Ay, marry, two.
+  Here a nail, there a nail,
+    Tick, tack, too.
+
+
+  I see the moon, and the moon sees me,
+  God bless the moon, and God bless me.
+
+
+  Jack and Jill
+    Went up the hill
+  To fetch a pail of water;
+    Jack fell down,
+  And cracked his crown,
+    And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+
+  Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
+    If ever thou mean to thrive.
+  Nay; I'll not give my fiddle
+    To any man alive.
+
+  If I should give my fiddle,
+    They'll think that I'm gone mad;
+  For many a joyful day
+    My fiddle and I have had.
+
+
+  Jack Sprat would eat no fat,
+    His wife would eat no lean,
+  Now was not this a pretty trick
+    To make the platter clean?
+
+
+  Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird,
+  Fly away home,
+  Your house is on fire,
+  Your children will burn.
+
+
+  1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;
+  2. What to do there? says that pig;
+  3. To look for my mother, says this pig;
+  4. What to do with her? says that pig;
+  5. To kiss her to death, says this pig.
+
+   _Note._ This is said to each finger.
+
+
+  Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
+    And cannot tell where to find 'em;
+  Let them alone, and they'll come home,
+    And bring their tails behind 'em.
+
+  Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+    And dreamt she heard them bleating,
+  When she awoke she found it a joke,
+    For they were still all fleeting.
+
+  Then up she took her little crook,
+    Determined for to find them,
+  She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+    For they'd left their tails behind them.
+
+  It happened one day as Bo-peep did stray
+    Unto a meadow hard by;
+  There she espied their tails side by side,
+    All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+
+  Little boy blue, come blow me your horn,
+  The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
+  Where is the little boy tending the sheep?
+  Under the haycock fast asleep!
+
+
+  Little Jack Horner
+    Sat in a corner
+  Eating a Christmas pie;
+    He put in his thumb,
+    And pull'd out a plum,
+  And said "What a good boy am I!"
+
+
+    Little Jack Jingle,
+    He used to live single:
+  But when he got tired of this kind of life,
+  He left off being single and lived with his wife.
+
+
+  Little Jenny Wren fell sick upon a time,
+  When in came Robin Redbreast and brought her sops and wine,
+  "Eat, Jenny, drink, Jenny, all shall be thine!"
+  "Thank you, Robin, kindly, you shall be mine."
+  Then Jenny Wren got better, and stood upon her feet,
+  And said to Robin Redbreast, "I love thee not a bit."
+  Then Robin he was angry, and flew upon a pole,
+  "Hoot upon thee! fie upon thee! ungrateful soul."
+
+
+  Little Miss Muffet
+    She sat on a tuffet,
+  Eating of curds and whey;
+    There came a little spider,
+    Who sat down beside her,
+  And frightened Miss Muffet away.
+
+
+  Little Nan Etticoat
+  In a white petticoat
+  And a red nose,
+  The longer she stands,
+  The shorter she grows.
+
+
+  Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a tree,
+  Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he;
+  Down came Pussy-cat, and away Robin ran:
+  Says little Robin Red-breast, "Catch me if you can."
+  Little Robin Red-breast jumped upon a wall,
+  Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall.
+  Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say?
+  Pussy-cat said "Mew," and Robin hopp'd away.
+
+
+  Little Robin Red-breast
+    Sat upon a rail,
+  Niddle noddle went his head,
+    Wiggle waggle went his tail.
+
+  Little Tom Tucker,
+  Sings for his supper:
+  What shall he eat?
+  White bread and butter.
+  How shall he cut it,
+  Without e'er a knife?
+  How will he be married
+  Without e'er a wife?
+
+
+    Mary, Mary,
+    Quite contrary,
+  How does your garden grow!
+    Silver bells,
+    And cockle-shells,
+  And pretty maids all of a row.
+
+
+  Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,
+  Guard the bed that I lay on!
+  Four corners to my bed,
+  Four angels round my head!
+  One to watch, one to pray,
+  And two to bear my soul away!
+
+
+[Illustration:
+  AND WHEN SHE CAME BACK
+  HE WAS READING THE NEWS.]
+
+
+  Old mother Hubbard
+  Went to the cupboard,
+    To give her poor dog a bone,
+  But when she came there,
+  The cupboard was bare,
+    And so the poor dog had none.
+
+  She went to the baker's
+    To buy him some bread,
+  And when she came back
+    The poor dog was dead.
+
+  She went to the joiner's
+    To buy him a coffin,
+  And when she came back
+    The poor dog was laughing.
+
+  She took a clean dish
+    To get him some tripe,
+  And when she came back
+    He was smoking his pipe.
+
+  She went to the alehouse
+    To get him some beer,
+  And when she came back
+    The dog sat in a chair.
+
+  She went to the tavern
+    For white wine and red,
+  And when she came back
+    The dog stood on his head.
+
+  She went to the hatter's
+    To buy him a hat,
+  And when she came back
+    He was feeding the cat.
+
+  She went to the barber's
+    To buy him a wig,
+  And when she came back
+    He was dancing a jig.
+
+  She went to the fruiterer's
+    To buy him some fruit,
+  And when she came back
+    He was playing the flute.
+
+  She went to the tailor's
+    To buy him a coat,
+  And when she came back
+    He was riding a goat.
+
+  She went to the cobbler's
+    To buy him some shoes,
+  And when she came back
+    He was reading the news.
+
+  She went to the sempstress
+   To buy him some linen,
+  And when she came back
+    The dog was spinning.
+
+  She went to the hosier's
+    To buy some hose,
+  And when she came back
+    He was dressed in his clothes.
+
+  The dame made a curtsey,
+    The dog made a bow,
+  The dame said, "Your servant,"
+    The dog said, "Bow, wow."
+
+
+  One, two, buckle my shoe;
+  Three, four, shut the door;
+  Five, six, pick up sticks;
+  Seven, eight, lay them straight;
+  Nine, ten, a good fat hen;
+  Eleven, twelve, who will delve?
+  Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;
+  Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;
+  Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;
+  Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty;
+  Please, Mamma, give me some dinner.
+
+
+  One, two, three, four, five,
+   1,   2,   3,     4,    5,
+  I caught a hare alive,
+  Six, seven, eight, nine, ten;
+   6,    7,     8,    9,    10,
+  And let it go again.
+
+
+    One misty moisty morning,
+    When cloudy was the weather,
+    There I met an old man
+    Clothed all in leather;
+    Clothed all in leather,
+    With cap under his chin,
+  How do you do, and how do you do,
+  And how do you do again?
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  LOST GAME.
+
+  ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE,
+  I CAUGHT A HARE ALIVE,
+  SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN;
+  AND LET IT GO AGAIN.]
+
+
+  Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,
+  So I will, master, as fast as I can;
+  Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with B.
+  And toss it in the oven for Baby and me.
+
+
+  Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been?
+  I've been to London to see the Queen.
+  Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
+  I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
+
+
+  Rain, rain,
+    Go away,
+  Come again
+    Another day;
+  Little Johnny
+    Wants to play.
+
+
+  Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross,
+  To see an old woman ride on a black horse,
+  With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
+  And she shall have music wherever she goes.
+
+
+  Robert Barnes, fellow fine,
+  Can you shoe this horse of mine?
+  Yes, good Sir, that I can,
+  As well as any other man;
+  There's a nail, and there's a prod,
+  And now, good Sir, your horse is shod.
+
+
+  Robin and Richard were two pretty men;
+  They lay a-bed till the clock struck ten;
+  Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,
+  "Oh! oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high,
+  You go before with bottle and bag,
+  And I'll follow after on little Jack Nag."
+
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top,
+  When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
+  When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
+  Down will come cradle and baby and all.
+
+
+  Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
+  Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
+  And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
+  And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.
+
+
+  See-saw, Jack-a-daw,
+  Johnny shall have a new master;
+  Johnny shall have but a penny a day,
+  Because he can work no faster.
+
+
+  See-saw, Margery Daw
+  Sold her bed, and laid upon straw;
+  Was not she a dirty slut,
+  To sell her bed and lie in the dirt?
+
+
+  See-saw, sacaradown,
+  Which is the way to London town?
+  One foot up, the other foot down,
+  That is the way to London town.
+
+
+  Shoe the horse, shoe the colt,
+    Shoe the wild mare;
+  Here a nail, there a nail,
+    Yet she goes bare.
+
+
+  Sing! sing! what shall I sing?
+  The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.
+
+
+  Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,
+  Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
+  When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing,
+  And was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?
+  The king was in the parlour, counting out his money;
+  The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;
+  The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes;
+  There came a little blackbird, and pecked off her nose.
+
+
+  Snail! Snail! come out of your hole,
+  Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  EVENING AT HOME
+
+  THE CAT SAT ASLEEP BY THE FIRE
+  THE MISTRESS SNORED LOUD AS A PIG.
+  JACK TOOK UP HIS FIDDLE BY JENNY'S DESIRE
+  AND STRUCK UP A BIT OF A JIG.]
+
+
+  The cat sat asleep by the fire,
+    The mistress snored loud as a pig,
+  Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire,
+    And struck up a bit of a jig.
+
+
+  Taffy was a Welshman,
+    Taffy was a thief,
+  Taffy came to my house,
+    And stole a piece of beef.
+  I went to Taffy's house,
+    Taffy wasn't at home,
+  Taffy came to my house,
+    And stole a marrow bone.
+  I went to Taffy's house,
+    Taffy was in bed,
+  I took the marrow bone,
+    And beat about his head.
+
+
+  The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,
+    Cried gobble, gobble, gobble:
+  The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,
+    Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
+
+
+  The lion and the unicorn
+  Were fighting for the crown;
+  The lion beat the unicorn
+  All round about the town.
+  Some gave them white bread,
+  Some gave them brown,
+  Some gave them plumcake,
+  And sent them out of town.
+
+
+    The man in the moon,
+    Came down too soon,
+  And ask'd his way to Norwich;
+    He went by the south
+    And burnt his mouth
+  With eating cold plum-porridge.
+
+
+  The man in the wilderness asked me,
+  How many strawberries grew in the sea?
+  I answered him as I thought good,
+  As many red herrings as grew in the wood.
+
+
+  The north wind doth blow,
+    And we shall have snow,
+  And what will poor Robin do then?
+                          Poor thing!
+
+    He'll sit in a barn,
+    And keep himself warm,
+  And hide his head under his wing.
+                          Poor thing!
+
+
+  There was a little boy went into a barn,
+    And lay down on some hay;
+  An owl came out and flew about,
+    And the little boy ran away.
+
+
+  There was a little guinea pig,
+  Who being little was not big;
+  He always walked upon his feet,
+  And never fasted when he ate.
+
+  When from a place he ran away,
+  He never at that place did stay;
+  And while he ran, as I am told,
+  He ne'er stood still for young or old.
+
+  He often squeak'd, and sometimes violent,
+  And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;
+  Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
+  He knew a mouse was not a rat.
+
+  One day, as I am certified,
+  He took a whim and fairly died,
+  And, as I'm told by men of sense,
+  He never has been living since.
+
+
+    There was a little man,
+    And he had a little gun,
+  And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
+    He went to the brook
+    And saw a little duck,
+  And he shot it through the head, head, head.
+
+    He carried it home
+    To his old wife Joan,
+  And bid her a fire for to make, make, make;
+    To roast the little duck,
+    He had shot in the brook,
+  And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.
+
+
+  There was a man of our town,
+    And he was wondrous wise:
+  He jump'd into a bramble bush,
+    And scratched out both his eyes;
+  And when he saw his eyes were out,
+    With all his might and main,
+  He jumped into another bush,
+    And scratched them in again.
+
+
+  There was an old man,
+    And he had a calf;
+    And that's half:
+  He took him out of the stall,
+  And put him on the wall;
+    And that's all.
+
+
+  There was an old woman went up in a basket,
+  Seventy times as high as the moon;
+  What she did there I could not but ask it,
+  For in her hand she carried a broom.
+  "Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
+  "Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?"
+  "Only to sweep the cobwebs off the sky,
+  And I shall be back again by and by."
+
+
+  There was an old woman, and what do you think?
+  She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;
+  Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
+  And yet this old woman could never be quiet.
+
+
+  There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
+  She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
+  She gave them some broth without any bread,
+  She whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.
+
+
+  There was an old woman lived under a hill,
+  And if she ben't gone, she lives there still.
+
+
+[Illustration:
+  OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN SAID I,
+  WHITHER, OH WHITHER, OH WHITHER SO HIGH?]
+
+
+  There was an old woman had three sons,
+  Jeffery, Jemmy, and John;
+  Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,
+  And Johnny was never more found:
+  So there was an end of these three sons,
+  Jeffery, Jemmy, and John.
+
+
+  There were two little birds sat on a stone,
+                      Fal la, la la lal de.
+  One flew away, and then there was one,
+                      Fal la, la la lal de.
+  The other flew after, and then there was none,
+                      Fal la, la la lal de.
+  So the poor stone was left all alone,
+                      Fal la, la la lal de.
+
+
+  1. This little pig went to market;
+  2. This little pig stayed at home;
+  3. This little pig had a bit of bread and butter;
+  4. This little pig had none;
+  5. This little pig said "Wee, wee, wee,"
+              I can't find my way home!
+
+    _Note._ Addressed to the five toes.
+
+
+  Three children sliding on the ice,
+    Upon a summer's day;
+  It so fell out, they all fell in,
+    The rest they ran away.
+
+  Now had these children been at home,
+    Or sliding on dry ground,
+  Ten thousand pounds to one penny,
+    They had not all been drowned.
+
+  You parents that have children dear,
+    And eke you that have none;
+  If you would have them safe abroad,
+    Pray keep them safe at home.
+
+
+  Three little dogs were basking in the cinders;
+  Three little cats were playing in the windows;
+  Three little mice popped out of a hole,
+  And a piece of cheese they stole.
+  The three little cats jumped down in a trice,
+  And cracked the bones of the three little mice.
+
+
+  To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
+    Home again, home again, market is done.
+
+
+  Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+  Stole a pig and away he ran.
+  The pig was ate, and Tom was beat,
+  And Tom ran crying down the street.
+
+
+  Two little blackbirds sat upon a hill,
+  One named Jack, the other named Gill;
+  Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;
+  Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.
+
+
+  Up the hill urge me not,
+  Down the hill ride me not,
+  Along the level spare me not,
+  In the stable forget me not.
+
+
+      When I was a batchelor,
+        I lived by myself,
+      And all the bread and cheese I got,
+        I put upon the shelf.
+  The rats and the mice they made such a strife,
+  I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife:
+  The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,
+  I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow.
+  The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
+  Down came wheel-barrow, wife and all.
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
+C. WHITTINGHAM, CHISWICK.
+
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+
+THE FAMOUS HISTORY OF GUY EARL OF WARWICK.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+     _The Praise of Guy Earl of Warwick, and how he fell in Love with
+     Fair Felice._
+
+
+In the blessed time when Athelstan wore the crown of the English nation,
+Sir Guy, Warwick's mirror, and the wonder of all the world, was the
+chief hero of the age, who in prowess surpassed all his predecessors,
+and the trump of whose fame so loudly sounded, that Jews, Turks, and
+Infidels became acquainted with his name.
+
+But as Mars, the God of Battle, was inspired with the beauty of Venus,
+so our Guy, by no arms conquered, was conquered by love for Felice the
+Fair; whose beauty and virtue were so inestimable, and shone with such
+heavenly lustre, that Helen, the pride of all Greece, might seem as a
+Black-a-moor compared to her.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Guy resolving not to stand doting at a distance, went to Warwick Castle
+where Felice dwelt, she being daughter and heiress to Roband Earl of
+Warwick. The Earl, her father, hearing of Guy's coming, bade him
+heartily welcome, and prepared to entertain him with a match of hunting,
+but he to that lent an unwilling ear, and to prevent it feigned himself
+sick. The Earl, troubled for his friend, sent his own physician to him.
+The doctor told Guy his disease was dangerous, and without letting blood
+there was no remedy. Guy replied, "I know my body is distempered; but
+you want skill to cure the inward inflammation of my heart: Galen's
+Herbal cannot quote the flower I like for my remedy. There is a flower
+which if I might but touch would heal me. It is called by a pretty
+pleasing name, and I think Phælix soundeth something like it." "I know
+it not," replied the doctor, "nor is there in the Herbal any flower that
+beareth such a name, as I remember."
+
+So saying he departed, and left Guy to cast his eyes on the heavenly
+face of his Felice, as she was walking in a garden full of roses and
+other flowers.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+     _Guy courts Fair Felice; she at first denies, but after grants his
+     Suit on Conditions, which he accepts._
+
+
+Guy immediately advanced to fair Felice, who was reposing herself in an
+arbour, and saluted her with bended knees. "All hail, fair Felice,
+flower of beauty, and jewel of virtue! I know, great princes seek to win
+thy love, whose exquisite perfections might grace the mightiest monarch
+in the world; yet may they come short of Guy's real affection, in whom
+love is pictured with naked truth and honesty. Disdain me not for being
+a steward's son, one of thy father's servants." Felice interrupted him
+saying, "Cease, bold youth, leave off this passionate address; you are
+but young and meanly born, and unfit for my degree: I would not my
+father should know this." With this answer she departed from him.
+
+Guy thus discomfited, lived for some time like one distracted, wringing
+his hands, resolving to travel through the world to gain the love of
+Felice, or death to end his misery.
+
+Though Dame Fortune long may frown; when her course is run, she sends a
+smile to cure the hearts that have been wounded by her frowns: so Cupid
+sent from his bow a golden headed shaft and wounded Felice; and to her
+sight presented an armed Knight saying, "This Knight shall become so
+famous in the world that Kings and Princes shall his friendship court."
+When Felice found herself wounded, she cried, "O pity me, gentle Cupid,
+solicit for me to thy mother, and I will offer myself up at thy shrine."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Guy little dreaming of this so sudden thaw, and wanting the balm of love
+to apply to his sores, resolved to make a second encounter. So coming
+again to his Felice, said, "Fair Lady, I have been arraigned long ago,
+and now am come to receive my just sentence from the Tribunal of Love.
+It is life, or death, fair Felice that I look for, let me not languish
+in despair; give judgment, O ye fair, give judgment, that I may know my
+doom. A word from thy sacred lips can cure my bleeding heart, or a frown
+can doom me to the pit of misery."
+
+"Gentle Guy," said she, "I am not at my own disposal, you know my
+father's name is great in the nation, and I dare not match without his
+consent."
+
+"Sweet Lady," said Guy, "I make no doubt but quickly to obtain his love
+and favour. Let me have thy love first, fair Felice, and there is no
+fear of thy father's wrath preventing us."
+
+"Sir Guy," quoth Felice, "make thy bold achievements and noble actions
+shine abroad, glorious as the sun, that all opposers may tremble at thy
+high applauded name, and then thy suit cannot be denied."
+
+"Fair Felice," said Guy, "I ask no more. Oh that I were at work my task
+to prove with some such churlish man as Hercules!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+     _Guy wins the Emperor's Daughter from several Princes, and
+     returning to Warwick is sent forth by Felice to seek new
+     Adventures; but before his departure destroys a monstrous Dun Cow
+     upon Dunsmore Heath._
+
+
+Our noble Guy, at last disengaged from Love's cruelty, now armed himself
+like a Knight of Chivalry, and crossing the raging ocean, quickly
+arrived at the Court of Thrace, where he heard that the Emperor of
+Almain's fair daughter Blanch was to be made a prize for him that won
+her in the field; upon which account the Worthies of the World assembled
+to try their fortunes. The golden trumpets sounded with great joy and
+triumph, and the stately pampered steeds pranced over the ground, and
+each He there thought himself a Cæsar that none could equal. Kings and
+Princes were there, to behold who should be the conqueror, every one
+thinking that fair Blanch should be his.
+
+After desperate charging with horse and man, much blood was shed; and
+our noble Guy laid about him like a lion, among the princes; here lay
+one headless, another without a leg or an arm, and there a horse. Guy
+still, like Hercules, charged desperately, and killed a German Prince
+and his horse under him. Duke Otto, vowing revenge upon our English
+champion, gave Guy a fresh assault, but his courage was soon cooled.
+Then Duke Rayner would engage our favourite Knight, but with as little
+success as the rest; and at length no man would encounter Guy any more:
+so by his valour he won the Lady, in the field.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The Emperor, being himself a spectator, sent a messenger for our English
+Knight. Guy immediately came into the Emperor's presence, and made his
+obeisance, when the Emperor, as a token of his affection, gave him his
+hand to kiss, and withal resigned to him his daughter, a falcon and a
+hound.
+
+Guy thanked his Majesty for his gracious favour; but for fair Felice's
+sake, left fair Blanch to her father's tuition, and departed from that
+graceful Court, taking with him only the other tokens of his victory.
+
+Now Guy beginning to meditate upon his long absence from his fair
+Felice, and doubting of her prosperity, or that she might too much
+forget him, departed for England; and having at last arrived at the
+long-wished for haven of his love, thus greeted his beloved mistress:
+"Fair foe," said he, "I am now come to challenge your promise, the
+which was, upon my making my name famous by martial deeds, I should be
+the master of my beloved mistress. Behold, fair Felice, this stately
+steed, this falcon, and these hounds, part of the prize I have won in
+the field, before Kings and Princes."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Worthy Knight," quoth Felice, "I have heard of thy winning the Lady
+Blanch from Royal Dukes and Princes, and I am glad to find that Guy is
+so victorious. But thou must seek more adventures, earn yet a nobler
+name, before I wed thee."
+
+Guy, discomfited at this unlooked for answer, took leave of fair Felice,
+clad himself again in Bellona's livery, and set forth on his travels.
+
+While waiting for a fair wind to sail for France, Guy heard of an
+exceeding great and monstrous Cow, four yards in height and six in
+length, lurking within the woods not many miles from Warwick, and making
+there most dreadful devastations. This Cow was of a Dun colour, and from
+thence named the Dun Cow; and the place where she lay being on the
+borders of a great Heath, was from thence called Dunsmore Heath, which
+name it retains to this day.
+
+Guy arming himself with his sword, a strong battle axe, and his bow and
+quiver, rode to the place where this monster used to lurk, which was in
+a thicket of trees, which grew on the side of a heath near a pool of
+standing water; and being come within a bow shot of it the monster
+espied him, and set up a dreadful roaring, enough to fill any heart with
+terror. Guy nothing daunted bent his bow of steel; but his arrow
+rebounded as from an adamantine wall, when the dreadful beast rushed at
+him like the wind. Guy observing this, lifted up his battle axe and
+smote her such a blow as made her recoil. Enraged yet more, she again
+rushed at him, and clapping her horns upon his breast, dented his
+armour, though of highest proof. Wheeling his warlike steed about, he
+gave her a desperate wound under the ear, and following this stroke with
+others no less forcible, at last he brought her to the ground. Then Guy
+alighting from his horse hewed her so long, till with a horrid groan she
+breathed her last.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The whole country, when they heard of the monster's death, came to
+behold the dead carcase, and loaded Guy with thanks and presents; and
+the King, after a splendid entertainment, gave him the Order of
+Knighthood.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+     _Guy, having performed great Wonders abroad, returns to England,
+     and is married to Felice._
+
+
+Guy now set forth in search of further adventures, and performed many
+acts of valour. Once after a tedious journey, being seated by a spring
+to refresh himself, he heard a hideous noise, and presently espied a
+Lion and a Dragon, fighting, biting, and tearing each other. At length
+Guy, perceiving the Lion ready to faint, encountered the Dragon, and
+soon brought the ugly Cerberus roaring and yelling to the ground. The
+Lion, in gratitude to Guy, run by his horse's side like a true born
+spaniel, till lack of food made him retire to his wonted abode.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Soon after Guy met with the Earl of Terry, whose father was confined in
+his Castle by Duke Otto; but he and that Lord posted thither, and freed
+the Castle immediately; and Guy in an open field slew Duke Otto, whose
+dying words of repentance moved Guy to remorse and pity.
+
+After this, as Guy returned through a desert, he met a furious boar that
+had slain many Christians. Guy manfully drew his sword, and the boar
+gaping, intending with his dreadful tusks to devour our noble champion,
+Guy thrust it down his throat, and slew the greatest boar that ever man
+beheld.
+
+On Guy's arrival in England, he immediately repaired to King Athelston
+at York, where the King told Guy of a mighty Dragon in Northumberland,
+that destroyed men, women, and children. Guy desired a guide, and went
+immediately to the Dragon's cave; when out came the monster, with eyes
+like flaming fire. Guy charged him, courageously; but the Monster bit
+the lance in two like a reed; then Guy drew his sword, and cut such
+gashes in the Dragon's sides, that the blood and life poured out of his
+venomous carcase. Then Guy cut off the head of the monster, and
+presented it to the King, who in the memory of Guy's service, caused the
+picture of the Dragon, which was thirty feet in length, to be worked in
+a cloth of arras, and hung up in Warwick Castle for an everlasting
+monument. Felice, hearing of Guy's return and success, came as far as
+Lincoln to meet him, where they were married with much joy and great
+triumph; King Athelstan, his Queen, and all the chief Nobles and Barons
+of the land being present.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+No sooner were their nuptials celebrated, but Felice's father died,
+leaving all his estate to Sir Guy, whom the King thereupon created Earl
+of Warwick.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+     _Guy leaves his Wife, and goes a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land._
+
+
+In the very height of Guy's glory, when he was exalted to his father's
+dignities, conscience biddeth him repent of all his former sins; so Guy
+resolved to travel to the Holy Land like a Pilgrim. Felice, perceiving
+his melancholy, inquired of her Lord the cause of this passion? "Ah,
+Felice!" said he, "I have spent much time in honouring thee, and to win
+thy favour; but never spared one minute for my soul's health in
+honouring the Lord."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Felice, though very much grieved, understanding his determination,
+opposed not his will. So with exchange of rings, and melting kisses, he
+departed, like a stranger from his own habitation, taking with him
+neither money nor scrip; while but a small quantity of herbs and roots,
+such only as the wild fields could afford, formed his chief diet; and he
+vowed never to fight more, but in a just cause.
+
+Guy, after travelling many tedious miles, met an aged person oppressed
+with grief, for the loss of fifteen sons, whom Armarant, a mighty Giant,
+had taken from him, and held in strong captivity.
+
+Guy borrowed the old man's sword, and went directly up to the Castle
+gate, where the Giant dwelt, who coming to the door, asked grimly, "How
+he durst so boldly knock at the gates?" vowing he would beat out his
+brains. But Guy, laughing at him, said, "Sirrah, thou art quarrelsome;
+but I have a sword that has often hewn such lubbards as you asunder." As
+he spoke he laid his blade about the Giant's shoulders, so that he bled
+abundantly; who being much enraged, flung his club at Guy with such
+force, that it beat him down; and before Guy could recover his fall
+Armarant had got up his club again. But in the end Guy killed this broad
+backed monster, and released divers captives that had been in thraldom a
+long time; some almost famished, and others ready to expire under
+various tortures; who returned Guy thanks for their happy deliverance.
+After which he gave up the Castle and keys to the old man and his
+fifteen sons; and pursued his intended journey, and coming to a grave,
+he took up a worm-eaten skull, which he thus addressed: Perhaps thou
+wert a Prince, or a mighty Monarch, a King, a Duke, or a Lord! But the
+King and the Beggar must all return to the earth; and therefore man had
+need to remember his dying hour. Perhaps thou mightest have been a
+Queen, or a Dutchess, or a Lady varnished with much beauty; but now thou
+art wormsmeat, lying in the grave, the sepulchre of all creatures.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+While Guy was in this repenting solitude, fair Felice, like a mourning
+widow, clothed herself in sable attire, and vowed chastity in the
+absence of her beloved husband. Her whole delight was in divine
+meditations and heavenly consolations, praying for the welfare of her
+beloved Lord, whom she feared some savage monster had devoured. Thus
+Felice spent the remainder of her life in sorrow for her dear Lord; and
+to show her humility, she sold her jewels and the costly robes with
+which she used to grace King Athelstan's Court, and gave the money
+freely to the poor; she relieved the lame and the blind, the widow and
+the fatherless, and all those that came to ask alms; and built a large
+hospital for aged and sick people, that they might be comforted in their
+sickness. Thus she laid up for herself treasure in heaven, which will be
+paid again with life everlasting.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+In the mean time Guy travelled through many lands, and at last in the
+course of his journeying he met the Earl of Terry, who had been exiled
+from his territories by a merciless traitor. Guy bade him not be
+dismayed, and promised to venture his life for his restoration. The Earl
+thanked Guy most courteously, and they travelled together against
+Terry's enemy. Guy challenged him into the field, and there slew him
+hand to hand, and restored the Earl to his lands. The Earl full of
+gratitude begged to know the name of his champion, but Guy insisted upon
+remaining unknown; neither would he take any reward for his services.
+Thus was the noble Guy successful in all his actions, until finding his
+head crowned with silver hairs, after many years travel, he resolved to
+end his days in his native country: and therefore returning from the
+Holy Land, he came to England. On his arrival he found the nation in
+great distress, the Danes having invaded the land, burning cities and
+towns, plundering the country, and killing men, women, and children;
+insomuch that King Athelstan was forced to take refuge in his invincible
+city of Winchester.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+     _Guy fights with the Giant Colbran, and having overcome him,
+     discovers himself to the King, then to his Wife, and dies in her
+     Arms._
+
+
+The Danes, having intelligence of King Athelstan's retreat to
+Winchester, drew all their forces thither; and seeing there was no way
+to win the city, they sent a summons to King Athelstan, desiring that an
+Englishman might combat with a Dane, and that side to lose the whole
+whose Champion was defeated. On this mighty Colbran singled himself from
+the Danes, and entered upon Morn Hill, near Winchester, breathing
+venomous words, calling the English cowardly dogs, whose carcases he
+would make food for ravens. "What mighty boasting," said he, "hath there
+been in the foreign nations of these English cowards, as if they had
+done deeds of wonder, who now like foxes hide their heads."
+
+Guy, hearing proud Colbran, could no longer forbear, but went
+immediately to the King, and on his knee begged a combat; the King,
+liking the courage of the pilgrim, bade him go and prosper. Whereupon
+Guy departed out of the North gate to Morn Hill, where Colbran, the
+Danish Champion, was. When Colbran espied Guy he disdained him, saying,
+"Art thou the best Champion England can afford?" Quoth Guy, "It is
+unbecoming a professed Champion to rail; my sword shall be my orator."
+No longer they stood to parley, but with great courage fought most
+manfully; but Guy was so nimble, that in vain Colbran struck; for every
+blow fell upon the ground. Guy still laid about him like a dragon, which
+gave great encouragement to the English; until Colbran in the end
+growing faint, Guy brought the Giant to the ground. Upon which the
+English all shouted with so much joy, that the welkin rang again. After
+this battle the Danes retired back again to their own country.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+King Athelstan sent for this Champion to honour him; but Guy refused
+honours, saying, "My Liege, I am a mortal man, and have set the vain
+world at defiance." But at the King's earnest request, on promise of
+concealment, Guy discovered himself to him; which rejoiced Athelstan's
+heart, and he embraced his worthy Champion. But Guy took leave of his
+Sovereign, and went to seek a solitary cave, wherein to spend the
+remainder of his life. From time to time he repaired to Warwick Castle,
+and received alms at the hands of his dear Lady, who showed more bounty
+to pilgrims than any lady in the land besides.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+At length finding his hour draw nigh, he sent a messenger to Felice,
+with a gold ring, at the sight of which token she hastened to her Lord.
+And Guy soon after died in the arms of his beloved Felice, who, having
+survived him only fifteen days, was buried in the same grave.
+
+
+_Now is the Story brought to an end of Guy the bold Baron of price, and
+of the fair maid Felice._
+
+[Illustration]
+
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+End of Project Gutenberg's Traditional Nursery Songs of England, by Various
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+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30418 ***