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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/30418-0.txt b/30418-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..059da5b --- /dev/null +++ b/30418-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1524 @@ +*** 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. 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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] + + + + +Gammer Gurton's Story-Books. + +Newly revised and amended, for the amusement and delight of all good +little Masters and Misses, by _Ambrose Merton_, Gent. F. S. A. + + +_Sixpenny Series._ + + 1. The Famous History of Sir Guy of Warwick. + 2. A True Tale of Robin Hood. + 3. Gammer Gurton's Garland. + 4. The Renowned History of Sir Bevis of Hampton. + 5. 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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.</small></p> + +<p><small>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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span>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.</small></p> + +<p><small>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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>life, + the pencils of those who gave them early lessons in genuine art.</small></p> + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="SONGS" id="SONGS"></a>TRADITIONAL NURSERY SONGS.</h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p><br /><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A diller, a dollar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A ten o'clock scholar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What makes you come so soon?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You used to come at ten o'clock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now you come at noon.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A long tailed pig, or a short tailed pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or a pig without a tail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sow pig, or a boar pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or a pig with a curly tail.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I was going up Pippen hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pippen hill was dirty;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There I met a pretty Miss,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And she dropt me a curtsey.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Miss, pretty Miss,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Blessings light upon you,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I had half a crown a day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'd spend it all upon you.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yes, marry, have I, three bags full;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One for my master, and one for my dame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bless you, bless you, bonnie bee:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say, when will your wedding be?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If it be to-morrow day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take your wings and fly away.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bonnie lass! bonnie lass! wilt thou be mine?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou shalt neither wash dishes nor serve the swine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But sit on a cushion and sow up a seam,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thou shalt have strawberries, sugar, and cream.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;"> +<img src="images/img07large.jpg" width="407" height="500" alt="BYE. O MY BABY" title="" /> +<p class="small">BYE. O MY BABY</p> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bye baby bunting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Father's gone a hunting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get a little rabbit-skin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To lap his little baby in.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bye, O my baby,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I was a lady,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh then my poor babe didn't cry;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But my baby is weeping,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For want of good keeping,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! I fear my poor baby will die.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cock-a-doodle-doo!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My dame has lost her shoe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Master's broke his fiddle-stick,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And don't know what to do.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bleak in the morning early;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the hills are covered with snow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And winter's now come fairly.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come, let's to bed," says Sleepy-head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Let's stay awhile," says Slow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Put on the pot," says Greedy-gut,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"We'll sup before we go."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cross Patch, draw the latch,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sit by the fire and spin;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take a cup, and drink it up,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And call your neighbours in.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cushy Cow bonny, let down thy milk,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I will give thee a gown of silk!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A gown of silk and a silver tee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If thou will let down thy milk to me.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/img9larger.jpg" width="500" height="393" alt="" title="COME, LET'S GO TO BED" /> + + + + <p class="small">"COME, LET'S GO TO BED," SAYS SLEEPY-HEAD,<br /> + "LET'S STAY AWHILE," SAYS SLOW,<br /> + "PUT ON THE POT," SAYS GREEDY-GUT,<br /> + "WE'LL SUP BEFORE WE GO."</p> +</div> + + + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Danty baby diddy,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">What can mammy do wid'e?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sit in a lap</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And give ye some pap,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Danty baby diddy.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did you not hear of Betty Pringle's pig!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was not very little nor yet very big;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pig sat down upon a dunghill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there poor piggy he made his will.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Betty Pringle came to see this pretty pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was not very little nor yet very big;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This little piggy it lay down and died,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Betty Pringle sat down and cried.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Johnny Pringle buried this very pretty pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was not very little nor yet very big,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So here's an end of the song of all three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and little Piggy.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ding, dong, bell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat's in the well.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who put her in?</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Johnny Green.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who pull'd her out?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little Johnny Stout.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a naughty boy was that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To drown his poor grand-mammy's cat;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which never did him any harm,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But killed the mice in his father's barn.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She stole oranges, I am afraid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She stole oranges, I do believe.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four and twenty tailors</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Went to kill a snail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The best man among them</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Durst not touch her tail.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She put out her horns</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like a little Kyloe cow:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Run, tailors, run,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or she'll kill you all e'en now.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Girls and boys, come out to play,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The moon is shining bright as day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leave your supper and leave your sleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And come with your play-fellows into the street;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come with a whoop, and come with a call,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come with a good will, or come not at all.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up the ladder and down the wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A half-penny roll will serve us all:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You find milk and I'll find flour,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Great A, little <span class="smcap">a</span>, bouncing B,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Handy-spandy, Jack-a-Dandy</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He bought some at a grocer's shop,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pleas'd, away went, hop, hop, hop!</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beggars are coming to town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some in jags, and some in rags,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And some in velvet gown.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here we go up, up, up,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And here we go down, down, downy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here we go backwards and forwards,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And here we go round, round, roundy.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here stands a fist,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who set it there?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A better man than you,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Touch him if you dare.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hey diddle diddle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The cat and the fiddle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cow jumped over the moon;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The little dog laughed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To see such craft,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the dish ran away with the spoon.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;"> +<img src="images/img013large.jpg" width="422" height="500" alt="" title="HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK" /> + +<p class="small">HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK!<br /> + BEGGARS ARE COMING TO TOWN.</p> +</div> + + + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hey my kitten, my kitten,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And hey my kitten, my deary,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such a sweet pet as this</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was neither far nor neary.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hiccory, diccory, dock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mouse ran up the clock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The clock struck one,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mouse ran down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hiccory, diccory, dock.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many days has my baby to play?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Saturday, Sunday, Monday,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Saturday, Sunday, Monday.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Threescore men, and threescore more,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many miles is it to Babylon?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Threescore miles and ten.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can I get there by candle-light?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yes, and back again.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hush-a-bye, baby,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddy is near,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mammy's a lady,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And that's very clear.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Hush-a-bye, babby, lie still with thy daddy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy mammy is gone to the mill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get some wheat, to make some meat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So pray, my dear babby, lie still.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I bought him a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I had a little pony,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His name was Dapple Gray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I lent him to a lady,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To ride a mile away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She whipped him, she lashed him,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She drove him through the mire;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I would not lend my pony now,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For all the lady's hire.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I had a little wife, the prettiest ever seen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She washed all the dishes and kept the house clean;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She brought it home safe in less than an hour,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sat by the fire and told a fine tale.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll sing you a song,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It's not very long:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The woodcock and the sparrow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little dog has burnt his tail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he shall he hanged to-morrow.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll tell you a story,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">About Jack a Nory,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And now my story's begun;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll tell you another,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About Jack and his brother;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And now my story's done.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is John Smith within?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yes that he is.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can he set a shoe?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ay, marry, two.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here a nail, there a nail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tick, tack, too.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I see the moon, and the moon sees me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God bless the moon, and God bless me.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack and Jill</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Went up the hill</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fetch a pail of water;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Jack fell down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cracked his crown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Jill came tumbling after.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">If ever thou mean to thrive.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nay; I'll not give my fiddle</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To any man alive.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I should give my fiddle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They'll think that I'm gone mad;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For many a joyful day</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My fiddle and I have had.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack Sprat would eat no fat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His wife would eat no lean,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now was not this a pretty trick</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To make the platter clean?</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly away home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your house is on fire,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your children will burn.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. What to do there? says that pig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. To look for my mother, says this pig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. What to do with her? says that pig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. To kiss her to death, says this pig.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Note.</i> This is said to each finger.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And cannot tell where to find 'em;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let them alone, and they'll come home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bring their tails behind 'em.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And dreamt she heard them bleating,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When she awoke she found it a joke,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For they were still all fleeting.</span><br /> +</p> </div> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then up she took her little crook,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Determined for to find them,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">For they'd left their tails behind them.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It happened one day as Bo-peep did stray</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Unto a meadow hard by;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There she espied their tails side by side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All hung on a tree to dry.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little boy blue, come blow me your horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where is the little boy tending the sheep?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the haycock fast asleep!</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Jack Horner</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sat in a corner</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating a Christmas pie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He put in his thumb,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And pull'd out a plum,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said "What a good boy am I!"</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little Jack Jingle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He used to live single:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when he got tired of this kind of life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He left off being single and lived with his wife.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Jenny Wren fell sick upon a time,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When in came Robin Redbreast and brought her sops and wine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Eat, Jenny, drink, Jenny, all shall be thine!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thank you, Robin, kindly, you shall be mine."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Jenny Wren got better, and stood upon her feet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said to Robin Redbreast, "I love thee not a bit."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Robin he was angry, and flew upon a pole,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Hoot upon thee! fie upon thee! ungrateful soul."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Miss Muffet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She sat on a tuffet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating of curds and whey;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There came a little spider,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who sat down beside her,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And frightened Miss Muffet away.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Nan Etticoat</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a white petticoat</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a red nose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The longer she stands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shorter she grows.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a tree,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down came Pussy-cat, and away Robin ran:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says little Robin Red-breast, "Catch me if you can."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Robin Red-breast jumped upon a wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat said "Mew," and Robin hopp'd away.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Robin Red-breast</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sat upon a rail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Niddle noddle went his head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wiggle waggle went his tail.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Tom Tucker,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sings for his supper:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What shall he eat?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">White bread and butter.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How shall he cut it,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without e'er a knife?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How will he be married</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without e'er a wife?</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mary, Mary,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Quite contrary,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How does your garden grow!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Silver bells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And cockle-shells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pretty maids all of a row.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Guard the bed that I lay on!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four corners to my bed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four angels round my head!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One to watch, one to pray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And two to bear my soul away!</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 444px;"> +<img src="images/img023large.jpg" width="444" height="500" alt="" title="AND WHEN SHE CAME BACK" /> + +<p class="small"> +AND WHEN SHE CAME BACK<br /> +HE WAS READING THE NEWS. +</p> + +</div> + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old mother Hubbard</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went to the cupboard,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To give her poor dog a bone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when she came there,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cupboard was bare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And so the poor dog had none.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the baker's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him some bread,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The poor dog was dead.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the joiner's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him a coffin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The poor dog was laughing.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She took a clean dish</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To get him some tripe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was smoking his pipe.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the alehouse</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To get him some beer,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog sat in a chair.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the tavern</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For white wine and red,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog stood on his head.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the hatter's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him a hat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was feeding the cat.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the barber's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him a wig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was dancing a jig.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the fruiterer's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him some fruit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was playing the flute.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the tailor's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him a coat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was riding a goat.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the cobbler's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him some shoes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was reading the news.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the sempstress</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To buy him some linen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog was spinning.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the hosier's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy some hose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was dressed in his clothes.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dame made a curtsey,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog made a bow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dame said, "Your servant,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog said, "Bow, wow."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One, two, buckle my shoe;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three, four, shut the door;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five, six, pick up sticks;</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seven, eight, lay them straight;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nine, ten, a good fat hen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eleven, twelve, who will delve?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Please, Mamma, give me some dinner.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One, two, three, four, five,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"> 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I caught a hare alive,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Six, seven, eight, nine, ten;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"> 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And let it go again.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One misty moisty morning,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When cloudy was the weather,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There I met an old man</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clothed all in leather;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clothed all in leather,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With cap under his chin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How do you do, and how do you do,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And how do you do again?</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;"> +<p class="small">LOST GAME.</p> +<img src="images/img026large.jpg" width="499" height="363" alt="" title="LOST GAME." /> + + + +<p class="small"> +ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE,<br /> +I CAUGHT A HARE ALIVE,<br /> +SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN;<br /> +AND LET IT GO AGAIN. +</p> + + +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So I will, master, as fast as I can;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with B.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And toss it in the oven for Baby and me.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've been to London to see the Queen.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I frightened a little mouse under the chair.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem4"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rain, rain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Go away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come again</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Another day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Johnny</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wants to play.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see an old woman ride on a black horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she shall have music wherever she goes.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robert Barnes, fellow fine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can you shoe this horse of mine?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yes, good Sir, that I can,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as any other man;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's a nail, and there's a prod,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now, good Sir, your horse is shod.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robin and Richard were two pretty men;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They lay a-bed till the clock struck ten;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Oh! oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You go before with bottle and bag,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll follow after on little Jack Nag."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rock-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down will come cradle and baby and all.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See-saw, Jack-a-daw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johnny shall have a new master;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johnny shall have but a penny a day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because he can work no faster.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See-saw, Margery Daw</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sold her bed, and laid upon straw;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was not she a dirty slut,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sell her bed and lie in the dirt?</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See-saw, sacaradown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which is the way to London town?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One foot up, the other foot down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That is the way to London town.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shoe the horse, shoe the colt,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Shoe the wild mare;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here a nail, there a nail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yet she goes bare.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing! sing! what shall I sing?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king was in the parlour, counting out his money;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There came a little blackbird, and pecked off her nose.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Snail! Snail! come out of your hole,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 495px;"> +<p class="small">EVENING AT HOME</p> +<img src="images/img030large.jpg" width="495" height="338" alt="" title="THE CAT SAT ASLEEP BY THE FIRE" /> + +<p class="small"> +THE CAT SAT ASLEEP BY THE FIRE<br /> +THE MISTRESS SNORED LOUD AS A PIG.<br /> +JACK TOOK UP HIS FIDDLE BY JENNY'S DESIRE<br /> +AND STRUCK UP A BIT OF A JIG.</p> + +</div> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cat sat asleep by the fire,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The mistress snored loud as a pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And struck up a bit of a jig.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was a Welshman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Taffy was a thief,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy came to my house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And stole a piece of beef.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I went to Taffy's house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Taffy wasn't at home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy came to my house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And stole a marrow bone.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I went to Taffy's house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Taffy was in bed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I took the marrow bone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And beat about his head.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Cried gobble, gobble, gobble:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Went hobble, hobble, hobble.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lion and the unicorn</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were fighting for the crown;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lion beat the unicorn</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All round about the town.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some gave them white bread,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some gave them brown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some gave them plumcake,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sent them out of town.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The man in the moon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Came down too soon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ask'd his way to Norwich;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He went by the south</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And burnt his mouth</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With eating cold plum-porridge.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The man in the wilderness asked me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many strawberries grew in the sea?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I answered him as I thought good,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As many red herrings as grew in the wood.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The north wind doth blow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we shall have snow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And what will poor Robin do then?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Poor thing!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He'll sit in a barn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And keep himself warm,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hide his head under his wing.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Poor thing!</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a little boy went into a barn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And lay down on some hay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An owl came out and flew about,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the little boy ran away.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a little guinea pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who being little was not big;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He always walked upon his feet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never fasted when he ate.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When from a place he ran away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never at that place did stay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And while he ran, as I am told,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He ne'er stood still for young or old.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He often squeak'd, and sometimes violent,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though ne'er instructed by a cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He knew a mouse was not a rat.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One day, as I am certified,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took a whim and fairly died,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, as I'm told by men of sense,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never has been living since.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There was a little man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he had a little gun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He went to the brook</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And saw a little duck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he shot it through the head, head, head.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He carried it home</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To his old wife Joan,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bid her a fire for to make, make, make;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To roast the little duck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He had shot in the brook,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a man of our town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he was wondrous wise:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He jump'd into a bramble bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And scratched out both his eyes;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when he saw his eyes were out,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With all his might and main,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He jumped into another bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And scratched them in again.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he had a calf;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And that's half:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took him out of the stall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put him on the wall;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And that's all.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman went up in a basket,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seventy times as high as the moon;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What she did there I could not but ask it,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For in her hand she carried a broom.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Only to sweep the cobwebs off the sky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I shall be back again by and by."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman, and what do you think?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet this old woman could never be quiet.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She had so many children she didn't know what to do;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She gave them some broth without any bread,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman lived under a hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And if she ben't gone, she lives there still.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;"> +<img src="images/img036large.jpg" width="430" height="500" alt="" title="OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN SAID I" /> + +<p class="small"> + +OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN SAID I,<br /> +WHITHER, OH WHITHER, OH WHITHER SO HIGH? +</p> + + +</div> + + + + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman had three sons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jeffery, Jemmy, and John;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Johnny was never more found:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So there was an end of these three sons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jeffery, Jemmy, and John.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were two little birds sat on a stone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One flew away, and then there was one,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other flew after, and then there was none,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So the poor stone was left all alone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. This little pig went to market;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. This little pig stayed at home;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. This little pig had a bit of bread and butter;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. This little pig had none;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. This little pig said "Wee, wee, wee,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">I can't find my way home!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Note.</i> Addressed to the five toes.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three children sliding on the ice,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upon a summer's day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It so fell out, they all fell in,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The rest they ran away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now had these children been at home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or sliding on dry ground,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ten thousand pounds to one penny,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They had not all been drowned.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You parents that have children dear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And eke you that have none;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you would have them safe abroad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pray keep them safe at home.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three little dogs were basking in the cinders;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three little cats were playing in the windows;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three little mice popped out of a hole,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a piece of cheese they stole.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The three little cats jumped down in a trice,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cracked the bones of the three little mice.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Home again, home again, market is done.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tom, Tom, the piper's son,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stole a pig and away he ran.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pig was ate, and Tom was beat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Tom ran crying down the street.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two little blackbirds sat upon a hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One named Jack, the other named Gill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up the hill urge me not,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down the hill ride me not,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the level spare me not,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the stable forget me not.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When I was a batchelor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I lived by myself,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And all the bread and cheese I got,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I put upon the shelf.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rats and the mice they made such a strife,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife had a fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down came wheel-barrow, wife and all.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<p class="center small">THE END.</p> + + +<p class="center small">C. WHITTINGHAM, CHISWICK.</p> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span><br /><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><i>Felix Summerly's Home Treasury</i> of Books and Pictures, purposed to +cultivate the Affections, Fancy, Imagination, and Taste of Children.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 107px;"> +<img src="images/shield.jpg" width="107" height="115" alt="" title="Felix Summerly crest" /> +</div> + + + +<p class="center"><i>Shilling Series.</i></p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. Jack the Giant Killer. With 4 Pictures by Townshend.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. Little Red Riding-Hood. With 4 Pictures by Webster.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. Sleeping Beauty in the Wood. With 4 Pictures by Absolon.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. Beauty and the Beast. With 4 Pictures by Horsley.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. Jack and the Bean Stalk. With 4 Pictures by Cope.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">6. Cinderella. With 4 Pictures by Absolon.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">7. The Ballads of Chevy Chase. With 4 Pictures by F. Tayler.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">8. Sir Hornbook. A Ballad. With 4 Pictures by H. Corbould.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">9. The Sisters, and Golden Locks. With 3 Pictures by Redgrave, &c.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">10. Grumble and Cheery. With 3 Pictures by Cope, &c.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">11. The Life of Christ. With 4 Pictures by Albert Durer.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">12. Bible Events. First Series. With 8 Pictures by Holbein.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">13. Bible Events. Second Series. With 6 Pictures by Raffaelle.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="center">Each of these Books is handsomely done up in a gold-paper cover, price +1<i>s.</i> or with coloured Plates 2<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></p> + + +<p class="center"><i>Bound Series.</i></p> + +<p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. The Traditional Nursery Songs of England.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 4 Pictures by Eminent Artists. Price 2<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. Tales from the Faerie Queen.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 4 Pictures by Townshend. Price 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. The Delectable History of Reynard the Fox.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 24 Pictures by Everdingen. Price 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 7<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. An Alphabet of Quadrupeds.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 24 Pictures from the Old Masters. 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 7<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. Tales of the Heroes of Greece.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 4 Pictures by Townshend. Price 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">6. Faery Tales and Ballads.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 14 Pictures by Eminent Artists. 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 7<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">7. Traditional Faery Tales.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 12 Pictures by Eminent Artists. 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 5<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">8. Popular Faery Tales.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 12 Pictures by Eminent Artists. 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 5<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">9. Summerly's Sacred History.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 18 Pictures by Albert Durer, &c. 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 7<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> + +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><br /><a name="Gammer_Gurtons_Story_Books" id="Gammer_Gurtons_Story_Books"></a>Gammer Gurton's Story Books.<br /><br /></h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_FAMOUS_HISTORY_OF_GUY_EARL_OF_WARWICK" id="THE_FAMOUS_HISTORY_OF_GUY_EARL_OF_WARWICK"></a>THE FAMOUS HISTORY OF GUY EARL OF WARWICK.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 434px;"> +<img src="images/frontis2large.jpg" width="434" height="500" alt="Frontispiece" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Praise of Guy Earl of Warwick, and how he fell in Love with +Fair Felice.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/060.jpg" style="margin-top: -2em;" width="150" height="119" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<p><span class="smcap">N</span> 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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> pride of all Greece, might seem as a +Black-a-moor compared to her.</p> + + + +<p>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."</p> + +<p>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.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>Guy courts Fair Felice; she at first denies, but after grants his +Suit on Conditions, which he accepts.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> 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."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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."</p> + +<p>"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."</p> + +<p>"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."</p> + +<p>"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."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p>"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!"</p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>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.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>After desperate charging with horse and man,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> 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.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> 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."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>"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."</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> 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.</p> + + + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>Guy, having performed great Wonders abroad, returns to England, +and is married to Felice.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>Guy now set forth in search of further adventures, and performed many +acts of valour. Once after a tedious journey, being seated by a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> 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.</p> + + +<p>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.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<p>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;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> 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.</p> + + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>Guy leaves his Wife, and goes a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> 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."</p> + + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> 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.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> 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.</p> + + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> children; +insomuch that King Athelstan was forced to take refuge in his invincible +city of Winchester.</p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>Guy fights with the Giant Colbran, and having overcome him, +discovers himself to the King, then to his Wife, and dies in her +Arms.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> 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.</p> + + + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> more bounty +to pilgrims than any lady in the land besides.</p> + + +<p>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.</p> + + +<p><i>Now is the Story brought to an end of Guy the bold Baron of price, and +of the fair maid Felice.</i></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/tpdec.jpg" width="150" height="64" alt="" title="end decoration" /> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Gammer_Gurtons_Story-Books" id="Gammer_Gurtons_Story-Books"></a>Gammer Gurton's Story-Books.</h2> + +<p class="center">Newly revised and amended, for the amusement and delight of all good +little Masters and Misses, by <i>Ambrose Merton</i>, Gent. F. S. A.</p> + + +<p class="center"><i>Sixpenny Series.</i></p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. The Famous History of Sir Guy of Warwick.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. A True Tale of Robin Hood.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. Gammer Gurton's Garland.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. The Renowned History of Sir Bevis of Hampton.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. The Doleful Story of the Babes in the Wood.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">6. A Merry Tale of the King and the Cobbler.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">7. The Famous History of Friar Bacon.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">8. The Romantic Story of the Princess Rosetta.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">9. A Rare Ballad of the Beggar's Daughter.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">10. The Excellent History of Tom Hickathrift.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">11. The Mad Pranks of Robin Goodfellow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">12. A Famous Ballad of Fair Rosamond.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">13. The Pleasant Story of Patient Grissell.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote><p>Each of these <i>Famous Histories</i> is printed in the best style, with a +flower-border to every page, and one illustration by Tayler, Franklin, +or Absolon, and is done up in a gold paper cover. Price 6<i>d.</i> Coloured +Series, 9<i>d.</i> each.</p></blockquote> + + +<p class="center"><i>The following will shortly be published.</i></p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. The Songs of the Fairies.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. Whittington and his Cat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. Goody Two Shoes.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. Valentine and Orson.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. The Hermit of Warkworth.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">6. The Seven Champions.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">7. Tom Thumb.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">8. Nursery Jingles.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">9. Fortunio.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">10. Brave Lord Willoughby.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">11. Wise Men of Gotham.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">12. George a Green.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">13. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Traditional Nursery Songs of England + With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists + +Author: Various + +Editor: Felix Summerly + +Release Date: November 7, 2009 [EBook #30418] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NURSERY SONGS *** + + + + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +[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. 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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] + + + + +Gammer Gurton's Story-Books. + +Newly revised and amended, for the amusement and delight of all good +little Masters and Misses, by _Ambrose Merton_, Gent. F. S. A. + + +_Sixpenny Series._ + + 1. The Famous History of Sir Guy of Warwick. + 2. A True Tale of Robin Hood. + 3. Gammer Gurton's Garland. + 4. The Renowned History of Sir Bevis of Hampton. + 5. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Traditional Nursery Songs of England + With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists + +Author: Various + +Editor: Felix Summerly + +Release Date: November 7, 2009 [EBook #30418] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NURSERY SONGS *** + + + + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 473px;"> +<img src="images/frontislarge.jpg" width="473" height="600" alt="THE KING WAS IN THE PARLOR," title="" /> + + + +<p class="small"> +THE KING WAS IN THE PARLOR, COUNTING OUT HIS MONEY;<br /> +THE QUEEN WAS IN THE KITCHEN, EATING BREAD & HONEY.<br /> +THE MAID WAS IN THE GARDEN, HANGING OUT THE CLOTHES;<br /> +THERE CAME A LITTLE BLACKBIRD & PECKED OFF HER NOSE.</p> +</div> + + + + +<h1>The Home Treasury.</h1> + +<h1>TRADITIONAL NURSERY SONGS</h1> + +<h3>of</h3> + +<h2>ENGLAND.</h2> + +<h3>with</h3> + +<h3>PICTURES BY EMINENT MODERN ARTISTS.</h3> + +<p class="center small">EDITED BY</p> + +<p class="center">FELIX SUMMERLY.</p> + +<p class="center small">LONDON: JOSEPH CUNDALL, 12, OLD BOND STREET.<br />1843</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span><br /></p> + +<p class="center small"><i>The Copyright of these Works is registered pursuant to Statute 5 and 6 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span>Vic. c. 45.</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2> + + +<p><small>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.</small></p> + +<p><small>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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span>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.</small></p> + +<p><small>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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>life, + the pencils of those who gave them early lessons in genuine art.</small></p> + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<h2><a name="SONGS" id="SONGS"></a>TRADITIONAL NURSERY SONGS.</h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p><br /><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A diller, a dollar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A ten o'clock scholar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What makes you come so soon?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You used to come at ten o'clock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now you come at noon.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A long tailed pig, or a short tailed pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or a pig without a tail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sow pig, or a boar pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or a pig with a curly tail.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I was going up Pippen hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pippen hill was dirty;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There I met a pretty Miss,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And she dropt me a curtsey.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Miss, pretty Miss,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Blessings light upon you,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I had half a crown a day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'd spend it all upon you.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yes, marry, have I, three bags full;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One for my master, and one for my dame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bless you, bless you, bonnie bee:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say, when will your wedding be?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If it be to-morrow day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take your wings and fly away.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bonnie lass! bonnie lass! wilt thou be mine?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou shalt neither wash dishes nor serve the swine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But sit on a cushion and sow up a seam,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thou shalt have strawberries, sugar, and cream.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;"> +<img src="images/img07large.jpg" width="407" height="500" alt="BYE. O MY BABY" title="" /> +<p class="small">BYE. O MY BABY</p> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bye baby bunting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Father's gone a hunting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get a little rabbit-skin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To lap his little baby in.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bye, O my baby,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I was a lady,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh then my poor babe didn't cry;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But my baby is weeping,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For want of good keeping,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! I fear my poor baby will die.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cock-a-doodle-doo!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My dame has lost her shoe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Master's broke his fiddle-stick,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And don't know what to do.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Bleak in the morning early;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the hills are covered with snow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And winter's now come fairly.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come, let's to bed," says Sleepy-head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Let's stay awhile," says Slow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Put on the pot," says Greedy-gut,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"We'll sup before we go."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cross Patch, draw the latch,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sit by the fire and spin;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take a cup, and drink it up,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And call your neighbours in.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cushy Cow bonny, let down thy milk,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I will give thee a gown of silk!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A gown of silk and a silver tee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If thou will let down thy milk to me.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/img9larger.jpg" width="500" height="393" alt="" title="COME, LET'S GO TO BED" /> + + + + <p class="small">"COME, LET'S GO TO BED," SAYS SLEEPY-HEAD,<br /> + "LET'S STAY AWHILE," SAYS SLOW,<br /> + "PUT ON THE POT," SAYS GREEDY-GUT,<br /> + "WE'LL SUP BEFORE WE GO."</p> +</div> + + + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Danty baby diddy,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">What can mammy do wid'e?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sit in a lap</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And give ye some pap,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Danty baby diddy.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did you not hear of Betty Pringle's pig!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was not very little nor yet very big;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pig sat down upon a dunghill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there poor piggy he made his will.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Betty Pringle came to see this pretty pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was not very little nor yet very big;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This little piggy it lay down and died,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Betty Pringle sat down and cried.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Johnny Pringle buried this very pretty pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was not very little nor yet very big,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So here's an end of the song of all three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and little Piggy.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ding, dong, bell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat's in the well.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who put her in?</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Johnny Green.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who pull'd her out?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little Johnny Stout.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What a naughty boy was that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To drown his poor grand-mammy's cat;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which never did him any harm,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But killed the mice in his father's barn.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She stole oranges, I am afraid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She stole oranges, I do believe.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four and twenty tailors</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Went to kill a snail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The best man among them</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Durst not touch her tail.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She put out her horns</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like a little Kyloe cow:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Run, tailors, run,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or she'll kill you all e'en now.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Girls and boys, come out to play,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The moon is shining bright as day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leave your supper and leave your sleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And come with your play-fellows into the street;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come with a whoop, and come with a call,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come with a good will, or come not at all.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up the ladder and down the wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A half-penny roll will serve us all:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You find milk and I'll find flour,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Great A, little <span class="smcap">a</span>, bouncing B,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Handy-spandy, Jack-a-Dandy</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He bought some at a grocer's shop,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pleas'd, away went, hop, hop, hop!</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beggars are coming to town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some in jags, and some in rags,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And some in velvet gown.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here we go up, up, up,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And here we go down, down, downy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here we go backwards and forwards,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And here we go round, round, roundy.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here stands a fist,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who set it there?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A better man than you,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Touch him if you dare.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hey diddle diddle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The cat and the fiddle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cow jumped over the moon;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The little dog laughed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To see such craft,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the dish ran away with the spoon.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;"> +<img src="images/img013large.jpg" width="422" height="500" alt="" title="HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK" /> + +<p class="small">HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK!<br /> + BEGGARS ARE COMING TO TOWN.</p> +</div> + + + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hey my kitten, my kitten,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And hey my kitten, my deary,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such a sweet pet as this</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was neither far nor neary.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hiccory, diccory, dock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mouse ran up the clock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The clock struck one,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mouse ran down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hiccory, diccory, dock.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many days has my baby to play?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Saturday, Sunday, Monday,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Saturday, Sunday, Monday.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Threescore men, and threescore more,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many miles is it to Babylon?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Threescore miles and ten.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can I get there by candle-light?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yes, and back again.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hush-a-bye, baby,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddy is near,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mammy's a lady,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And that's very clear.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Hush-a-bye, babby, lie still with thy daddy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Thy mammy is gone to the mill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get some wheat, to make some meat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So pray, my dear babby, lie still.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I bought him a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I had a little pony,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His name was Dapple Gray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I lent him to a lady,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To ride a mile away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She whipped him, she lashed him,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She drove him through the mire;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I would not lend my pony now,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For all the lady's hire.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I had a little wife, the prettiest ever seen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She washed all the dishes and kept the house clean;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She brought it home safe in less than an hour,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sat by the fire and told a fine tale.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll sing you a song,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It's not very long:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The woodcock and the sparrow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little dog has burnt his tail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he shall he hanged to-morrow.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll tell you a story,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">About Jack a Nory,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And now my story's begun;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll tell you another,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About Jack and his brother;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And now my story's done.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is John Smith within?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yes that he is.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can he set a shoe?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ay, marry, two.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here a nail, there a nail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tick, tack, too.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I see the moon, and the moon sees me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God bless the moon, and God bless me.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack and Jill</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Went up the hill</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fetch a pail of water;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Jack fell down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cracked his crown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Jill came tumbling after.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">If ever thou mean to thrive.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nay; I'll not give my fiddle</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To any man alive.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I should give my fiddle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They'll think that I'm gone mad;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For many a joyful day</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My fiddle and I have had.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack Sprat would eat no fat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His wife would eat no lean,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now was not this a pretty trick</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To make the platter clean?</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly away home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your house is on fire,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your children will burn.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. What to do there? says that pig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. To look for my mother, says this pig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. What to do with her? says that pig;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. To kiss her to death, says this pig.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Note.</i> This is said to each finger.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And cannot tell where to find 'em;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let them alone, and they'll come home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And bring their tails behind 'em.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And dreamt she heard them bleating,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When she awoke she found it a joke,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">For they were still all fleeting.</span><br /> +</p> </div> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Then up she took her little crook,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Determined for to find them,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">For they'd left their tails behind them.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It happened one day as Bo-peep did stray</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Unto a meadow hard by;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There she espied their tails side by side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All hung on a tree to dry.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little boy blue, come blow me your horn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where is the little boy tending the sheep?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the haycock fast asleep!</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Jack Horner</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sat in a corner</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating a Christmas pie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He put in his thumb,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And pull'd out a plum,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said "What a good boy am I!"</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Little Jack Jingle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He used to live single:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when he got tired of this kind of life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He left off being single and lived with his wife.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Jenny Wren fell sick upon a time,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When in came Robin Redbreast and brought her sops and wine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Eat, Jenny, drink, Jenny, all shall be thine!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thank you, Robin, kindly, you shall be mine."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Jenny Wren got better, and stood upon her feet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said to Robin Redbreast, "I love thee not a bit."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Robin he was angry, and flew upon a pole,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Hoot upon thee! fie upon thee! ungrateful soul."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Miss Muffet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She sat on a tuffet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating of curds and whey;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There came a little spider,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who sat down beside her,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And frightened Miss Muffet away.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Nan Etticoat</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a white petticoat</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a red nose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The longer she stands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shorter she grows.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a tree,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down came Pussy-cat, and away Robin ran:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says little Robin Red-breast, "Catch me if you can."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Robin Red-breast jumped upon a wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat said "Mew," and Robin hopp'd away.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Robin Red-breast</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sat upon a rail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Niddle noddle went his head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wiggle waggle went his tail.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Tom Tucker,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sings for his supper:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What shall he eat?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">White bread and butter.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How shall he cut it,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without e'er a knife?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How will he be married</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without e'er a wife?</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mary, Mary,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Quite contrary,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How does your garden grow!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Silver bells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And cockle-shells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pretty maids all of a row.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Guard the bed that I lay on!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four corners to my bed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four angels round my head!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One to watch, one to pray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And two to bear my soul away!</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 444px;"> +<img src="images/img023large.jpg" width="444" height="500" alt="" title="AND WHEN SHE CAME BACK" /> + +<p class="small"> +AND WHEN SHE CAME BACK<br /> +HE WAS READING THE NEWS. +</p> + +</div> + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Old mother Hubbard</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went to the cupboard,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To give her poor dog a bone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when she came there,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cupboard was bare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And so the poor dog had none.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the baker's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him some bread,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The poor dog was dead.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the joiner's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him a coffin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The poor dog was laughing.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She took a clean dish</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To get him some tripe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was smoking his pipe.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the alehouse</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To get him some beer,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog sat in a chair.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the tavern</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For white wine and red,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog stood on his head.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the hatter's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him a hat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was feeding the cat.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the barber's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him a wig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was dancing a jig.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the fruiterer's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him some fruit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was playing the flute.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the tailor's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him a coat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was riding a goat.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the cobbler's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy him some shoes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was reading the news.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the sempstress</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To buy him some linen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog was spinning.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went to the hosier's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To buy some hose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when she came back</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He was dressed in his clothes.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dame made a curtsey,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog made a bow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dame said, "Your servant,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dog said, "Bow, wow."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One, two, buckle my shoe;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three, four, shut the door;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five, six, pick up sticks;</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seven, eight, lay them straight;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nine, ten, a good fat hen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eleven, twelve, who will delve?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Please, Mamma, give me some dinner.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One, two, three, four, five,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"> 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I caught a hare alive,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Six, seven, eight, nine, ten;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"> 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And let it go again.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One misty moisty morning,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When cloudy was the weather,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There I met an old man</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clothed all in leather;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Clothed all in leather,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With cap under his chin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How do you do, and how do you do,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And how do you do again?</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;"> +<p class="small">LOST GAME.</p> +<img src="images/img026large.jpg" width="499" height="363" alt="" title="LOST GAME." /> + + + +<p class="small"> +ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE,<br /> +I CAUGHT A HARE ALIVE,<br /> +SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN;<br /> +AND LET IT GO AGAIN. +</p> + + +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So I will, master, as fast as I can;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with B.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And toss it in the oven for Baby and me.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've been to London to see the Queen.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I frightened a little mouse under the chair.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem4"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rain, rain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Go away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come again</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Another day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Johnny</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wants to play.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see an old woman ride on a black horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she shall have music wherever she goes.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robert Barnes, fellow fine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can you shoe this horse of mine?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yes, good Sir, that I can,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as any other man;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's a nail, and there's a prod,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now, good Sir, your horse is shod.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robin and Richard were two pretty men;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They lay a-bed till the clock struck ten;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Oh! oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You go before with bottle and bag,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll follow after on little Jack Nag."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rock-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down will come cradle and baby and all.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See-saw, Jack-a-daw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johnny shall have a new master;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johnny shall have but a penny a day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because he can work no faster.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See-saw, Margery Daw</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sold her bed, and laid upon straw;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was not she a dirty slut,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sell her bed and lie in the dirt?</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See-saw, sacaradown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which is the way to London town?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One foot up, the other foot down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That is the way to London town.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shoe the horse, shoe the colt,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Shoe the wild mare;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here a nail, there a nail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yet she goes bare.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing! sing! what shall I sing?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king was in the parlour, counting out his money;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There came a little blackbird, and pecked off her nose.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Snail! Snail! come out of your hole,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 495px;"> +<p class="small">EVENING AT HOME</p> +<img src="images/img030large.jpg" width="495" height="338" alt="" title="THE CAT SAT ASLEEP BY THE FIRE" /> + +<p class="small"> +THE CAT SAT ASLEEP BY THE FIRE<br /> +THE MISTRESS SNORED LOUD AS A PIG.<br /> +JACK TOOK UP HIS FIDDLE BY JENNY'S DESIRE<br /> +AND STRUCK UP A BIT OF A JIG.</p> + +</div> + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cat sat asleep by the fire,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The mistress snored loud as a pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And struck up a bit of a jig.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was a Welshman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Taffy was a thief,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy came to my house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And stole a piece of beef.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I went to Taffy's house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Taffy wasn't at home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy came to my house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And stole a marrow bone.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I went to Taffy's house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Taffy was in bed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I took the marrow bone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And beat about his head.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Cried gobble, gobble, gobble:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Went hobble, hobble, hobble.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lion and the unicorn</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were fighting for the crown;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lion beat the unicorn</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All round about the town.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some gave them white bread,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some gave them brown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some gave them plumcake,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sent them out of town.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The man in the moon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Came down too soon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ask'd his way to Norwich;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He went by the south</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And burnt his mouth</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With eating cold plum-porridge.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The man in the wilderness asked me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How many strawberries grew in the sea?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I answered him as I thought good,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As many red herrings as grew in the wood.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The north wind doth blow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we shall have snow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And what will poor Robin do then?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Poor thing!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He'll sit in a barn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And keep himself warm,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hide his head under his wing.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Poor thing!</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a little boy went into a barn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And lay down on some hay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An owl came out and flew about,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And the little boy ran away.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a little guinea pig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who being little was not big;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He always walked upon his feet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never fasted when he ate.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When from a place he ran away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never at that place did stay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And while he ran, as I am told,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He ne'er stood still for young or old.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He often squeak'd, and sometimes violent,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though ne'er instructed by a cat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He knew a mouse was not a rat.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One day, as I am certified,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took a whim and fairly died,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, as I'm told by men of sense,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never has been living since.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There was a little man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he had a little gun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He went to the brook</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And saw a little duck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he shot it through the head, head, head.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He carried it home</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To his old wife Joan,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bid her a fire for to make, make, make;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To roast the little duck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He had shot in the brook,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a man of our town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he was wondrous wise:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He jump'd into a bramble bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And scratched out both his eyes;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when he saw his eyes were out,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With all his might and main,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He jumped into another bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And scratched them in again.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he had a calf;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And that's half:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took him out of the stall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put him on the wall;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And that's all.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman went up in a basket,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seventy times as high as the moon;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What she did there I could not but ask it,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For in her hand she carried a broom.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Only to sweep the cobwebs off the sky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I shall be back again by and by."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman, and what do you think?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet this old woman could never be quiet.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She had so many children she didn't know what to do;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She gave them some broth without any bread,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman lived under a hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And if she ben't gone, she lives there still.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;"> +<img src="images/img036large.jpg" width="430" height="500" alt="" title="OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN SAID I" /> + +<p class="small"> + +OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN SAID I,<br /> +WHITHER, OH WHITHER, OH WHITHER SO HIGH? +</p> + + +</div> + + + + + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an old woman had three sons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jeffery, Jemmy, and John;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Johnny was never more found:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So there was an end of these three sons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jeffery, Jemmy, and John.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were two little birds sat on a stone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One flew away, and then there was one,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other flew after, and then there was none,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So the poor stone was left all alone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 11em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. This little pig went to market;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. This little pig stayed at home;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. This little pig had a bit of bread and butter;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. This little pig had none;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. This little pig said "Wee, wee, wee,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;">I can't find my way home!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Note.</i> Addressed to the five toes.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three children sliding on the ice,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Upon a summer's day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It so fell out, they all fell in,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The rest they ran away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now had these children been at home,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or sliding on dry ground,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ten thousand pounds to one penny,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They had not all been drowned.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You parents that have children dear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And eke you that have none;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you would have them safe abroad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pray keep them safe at home.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem2"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three little dogs were basking in the cinders;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three little cats were playing in the windows;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three little mice popped out of a hole,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a piece of cheese they stole.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The three little cats jumped down in a trice,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cracked the bones of the three little mice.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Home again, home again, market is done.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tom, Tom, the piper's son,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stole a pig and away he ran.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pig was ate, and Tom was beat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Tom ran crying down the street.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two little blackbirds sat upon a hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One named Jack, the other named Gill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up the hill urge me not,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down the hill ride me not,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the level spare me not,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the stable forget me not.</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="color:#A9A9A9;" /> + +<div class="cpoem3"><p> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When I was a batchelor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I lived by myself,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And all the bread and cheese I got,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I put upon the shelf.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rats and the mice they made such a strife,</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife had a fall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down came wheel-barrow, wife and all.</span><br /> +</p></div> + + +<p class="center small">THE END.</p> + + +<p class="center small">C. WHITTINGHAM, CHISWICK.</p> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span><br /><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><i>Felix Summerly's Home Treasury</i> of Books and Pictures, purposed to +cultivate the Affections, Fancy, Imagination, and Taste of Children.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 107px;"> +<img src="images/shield.jpg" width="107" height="115" alt="" title="Felix Summerly crest" /> +</div> + + + +<p class="center"><i>Shilling Series.</i></p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. Jack the Giant Killer. With 4 Pictures by Townshend.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. Little Red Riding-Hood. With 4 Pictures by Webster.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. Sleeping Beauty in the Wood. With 4 Pictures by Absolon.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. Beauty and the Beast. With 4 Pictures by Horsley.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">5. Jack and the Bean Stalk. With 4 Pictures by Cope.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">6. Cinderella. With 4 Pictures by Absolon.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">7. The Ballads of Chevy Chase. With 4 Pictures by F. Tayler.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">8. Sir Hornbook. A Ballad. With 4 Pictures by H. Corbould.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">9. The Sisters, and Golden Locks. With 3 Pictures by Redgrave, &c.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">10. Grumble and Cheery. With 3 Pictures by Cope, &c.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">11. The Life of Christ. With 4 Pictures by Albert Durer.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">12. Bible Events. First Series. With 8 Pictures by Holbein.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">13. Bible Events. Second Series. With 6 Pictures by Raffaelle.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="center">Each of these Books is handsomely done up in a gold-paper cover, price +1<i>s.</i> or with coloured Plates 2<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></p> + + +<p class="center"><i>Bound Series.</i></p> + +<p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1. The Traditional Nursery Songs of England.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 4 Pictures by Eminent Artists. Price 2<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">2. Tales from the Faerie Queen.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 4 Pictures by Townshend. Price 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">3. The Delectable History of Reynard the Fox.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 24 Pictures by Everdingen. Price 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 7<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">4. 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Popular Faery Tales.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 12 Pictures by Eminent Artists. 3<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 5<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">9. Summerly's Sacred History.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With 18 Pictures by Albert Durer, &c. 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i>, coloured 7<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></span><br /> + +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><br /><a name="Gammer_Gurtons_Story_Books" id="Gammer_Gurtons_Story_Books"></a>Gammer Gurton's Story Books.<br /><br /></h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_FAMOUS_HISTORY_OF_GUY_EARL_OF_WARWICK" id="THE_FAMOUS_HISTORY_OF_GUY_EARL_OF_WARWICK"></a>THE FAMOUS HISTORY OF GUY EARL OF WARWICK.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 434px;"> +<img src="images/frontis2large.jpg" width="434" height="500" alt="Frontispiece" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>The Praise of Guy Earl of Warwick, and how he fell in Love with +Fair Felice.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/060.jpg" style="margin-top: -2em;" width="150" height="119" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<p><span class="smcap">N</span> 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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> pride of all Greece, might seem as a +Black-a-moor compared to her.</p> + + + +<p>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."</p> + +<p>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.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>Guy courts Fair Felice; she at first denies, but after grants his +Suit on Conditions, which he accepts.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> 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."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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."</p> + +<p>"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."</p> + +<p>"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."</p> + +<p>"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."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p>"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!"</p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>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.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>After desperate charging with horse and man,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> 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.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> 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."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>"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."</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> 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.</p> + + + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>Guy, having performed great Wonders abroad, returns to England, +and is married to Felice.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>Guy now set forth in search of further adventures, and performed many +acts of valour. Once after a tedious journey, being seated by a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> 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.</p> + + +<p>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.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<p>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;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> 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.</p> + + +<p>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.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>Guy leaves his Wife, and goes a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> 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."</p> + + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> 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.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> 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.</p> + + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> children; +insomuch that King Athelstan was forced to take refuge in his invincible +city of Winchester.</p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<blockquote><p><i>Guy fights with the Giant Colbran, and having overcome him, +discovers himself to the King, then to his Wife, and dies in her +Arms.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 45px;"> +<img src="images/imggam15.jpg" width="45" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 47px;"> +<img src="images/imggam08.jpg" width="47" height="450" alt="" title="decoration" /> +</div> +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> 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.</p> + + + +<p>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<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> more bounty +to pilgrims than any lady in the land besides.</p> + + +<p>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.</p> + + +<p><i>Now is the Story brought to an end of Guy the bold Baron of price, and +of the fair maid Felice.</i></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/tpdec.jpg" width="150" height="64" alt="" title="end decoration" /> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="Gammer_Gurtons_Story-Books" id="Gammer_Gurtons_Story-Books"></a>Gammer Gurton's Story-Books.</h2> + +<p class="center">Newly revised and amended, for the amusement and delight of all good +little Masters and Misses, by <i>Ambrose Merton</i>, Gent. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Traditional Nursery Songs of England + With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists + +Author: Various + +Editor: Felix Summerly + +Release Date: November 7, 2009 [EBook #30418] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NURSERY SONGS *** + + + + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + + + + +[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. 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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 Phaelix 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 Caesar 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] + + + + +Gammer Gurton's Story-Books. + +Newly revised and amended, for the amusement and delight of all good +little Masters and Misses, by _Ambrose Merton_, Gent. F. S. A. + + +_Sixpenny Series._ + + 1. The Famous History of Sir Guy of Warwick. + 2. A True Tale of Robin Hood. + 3. Gammer Gurton's Garland. + 4. The Renowned History of Sir Bevis of Hampton. + 5. 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