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diff --git a/old/30426.txt b/old/30426.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..08e6082 --- /dev/null +++ b/old/30426.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4043 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Rhymes Old and New, by M.E.S. Wright + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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: Rhymes Old and New + +Author: M.E.S. Wright + +Release Date: November 8, 2009 [EBook #30426] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RHYMES OLD AND NEW *** + + + + +Produced by Julie Barkley, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +RHYMES OLD AND NEW + + + + + RHYMES + OLD AND NEW + + Collected by + M. E. S. WRIGHT + + LONDON + T. FISHER UNWIN + PATERNOSTER SQUARE + 1900 + + + + + To + GLADYS, HELEN, AND JACK + + + + +PREFACE + + +In making this little collection, my aim has been to bring together +rhymes old and new, which for the greater part are not included in other +books for the nursery or schoolroom. + +Some of the old friends appear with local variations, many of the others +have been repeated to me by people who do not know whence they come, +and, indeed, in many cases it has been impossible to discover the +authors. + +I have done my best to avoid infringing copyrights, but should I have +inadvertently done so, I hope my humble apologies will be accepted. + +The complete version of "The Ram of Derby," is taken from Jewitt's +"Reliquary"; "A Dutch Lullaby," from "A Little Book of Western Verse," +is included by kind permission of Messrs Harper; and I acknowledge with +gratitude that I have been allowed to select from "Notes and Queries" +from "Popular Rhymes," published by Messrs Chambers, from "Northall's +Folk Rhymes," published by Messrs Kegan Paul Trench & Co., and +"Halliwell's Nursery Rhymes of England," published by Messrs Warne. + +Some rhymes have been taken from those never-failing sources of delight, +J. and A. Taylor, C. and M. Lamb, E. Turner, and M. Howitt, some from +"Poor Robin's Almanac," "The Poetical Aviary," Ross's Juvenile Library, +1813-1816, etc., etc. + +That others besides "Gladys, Helen, and Jack," including "children of a +larger growth," may find pleasure in my little collection is the sincere +wish of + + M. E. S. WRIGHT. + + + + +CONTENTS + + + Page + Couplets 1 + Weather and Season Rhymes 8 + Baby Songs 23 + Men, Women, and Children 35 + Beasts, Birds, etc. 51 + Alphabets 86 + Games 90 + Miscellaneous Rhymes 96 + + + + + COUPLETS + + + If the grass grow in Janiveer, + 'Twill be the worse for't all the year. + + + If Janiveer calends be summerly gay, + 'Twill be wintry weather till the calends of May. + + + ESSEX + + Winter thunder, and summer flood, + Bode England no good. + + + A bushel of March dust is a thing + Worth the ransom of a king. + + + A cold April + Is the poor man's fill. + + + LEICESTER + + A wet Good Friday and Easter Day + Brings plenty of grass, but little good hay. + + + At Easter let your clothes be new, + Or else be sure you will it rue. + + + 'Tis like to be a good year for corn + When the cuckoo comes to the bare thorn. + + + Sunshine and rain bring cuckoos from Spain, + But the first cock of hay flays the cuckoo away. + + + STAFFORDSHIRE + + Cuckoo oats and Michaelmas hay, + Will make the farmer run away. + + + A shower of rain in July, when the corn begins to fill, + Is worth a plough of oxen, and all belongs theretill. + + + 'Tis time to cock your hay and corn + When the old donkey blows his horn. + + + 'Tween Martinmas and Yule, + Water's wine in every pool. + + + HUNTINGDONSHIRE + + Farmers' wives! when the leaves do fall, + 'Twill spoil your milk, and butter, and all. + + + St Thomas gray, St Thomas gray, + The longest night and the shortest day. + + + If Christmas Day on a Monday fall, + A troublous winter we shall have all. + + + If Christmas Day a Monday be, + A wintry winter you shall see. + + + Friday's a day as'll have his trick, + The fairest or foulest day o' the wik. + + + A blue and white sky, + Never four and twenty hours dry. + + + DATE 1600 + + Saturday new, and Sunday full, + It never was fine, and never wool. + + + Red sky at night, is the shepherd's delight, + Red sky at morning, is the shepherd's warning. + + + Rain, rain, go to Spain, + And never, never, come again. + + + Rain, rain, rattle stone, + Pray, hold up till I get home. + + + If the cat washes her face o'er the ear, + 'Tis a sign that the weather'll be fine and clear. + + + A robin red-breast in a cage + Puts all Heaven in a rage. + + + A skylark wounded on the wing, + Doth make a cherub cease to sing. + + + He who shall hurt the little wren + Shall never be beloved by men. + + + The wanton boy that kills the fly + Shall feel the spider's enmity. + + + The beggar's dog and widow's cat, + Feed them, and thou shalt grow fat. + + + If you want to live and thrive, + Let a spider run alive. + + + WELSH + + Whoso does a wren's nest steal, + Shall God's bitter anger feel. + + + WARWICK + + The martin and the swallow + Are God Almighty's bow and arrow. + + + RAILWAY FLAGS + + White for right, red for wrong, + Green for gently go along. + + + Five score to the hundred of men, money, and pins, + Six score to the hundred of all other things. + + + WELSH RHYME + + Next to the lion and the unicorn, + The leek's the fairest emblem that is worn. + + + A Friday dream on a Saturday told, + Is sure to come true ere it's nine days old. + + + Under the furze is hunger and cold, + Under the broom is silver and gold. + + + Find odd-leafed ash, or even-leaved clover, + And you'll see your true love before the day's over. + + + Eat an apple going to bed, + Knock the doctor on the head. + + + King Grin, + Better than all medicin. + + + When Adam dolve, and Eve span, + Who was then the gentleman? + + + I see the moon, and the moon sees me, + God bless the moon, and God bless me. + + + + + WEATHER AND SEASON RHYMES + + + January brings the snow, + Makes our feet and fingers glow. + + February brings the rain, + Thaws the frozen lake again. + + March brings breezes loud and shrill, + Stirs the dancing daffodil. + + April brings the primrose sweet, + Scatters daisies at our feet. + + May brings flocks of pretty lambs, + Skipping by their fleecy dams. + + June brings tulips, lilies, roses, + Fills the children's hands with posies. + + Hot July brings cooling showers, + Apricots and gillyflowers. + + August brings the sheaves of corn, + Then the harvest home is borne. + + Warm September brings the fruit, + Sportsmen then begin to shoot. + + Fresh October brings the pheasant, + Then to gather nuts is pleasant. + + Dull November brings the blast, + Then the leaves are whirling fast. + + Chill December brings the sleet, + Blazing fire and Christmas treat. + + + The moon and the weather + May change together; + But change of the moon + Does not change the weather; + If we'd no moon at all, + And that may seem strange, + We still should have weather + That's subject to change. + + + Autumn wheezy, sneezy, freezy; + Winter slippy, drippy, nippy; + Spring showery, flowery, bowery; + Summer hoppy, croppy, poppy. + + + As I sat under a sycamore tree, sycamore tree, sycamore tree, + I looked me out upon the sea, + A Christmas day in the morning. + + I saw three ships a sailing there, sailing there, sailing there, + The Virgin Mary and Christ they bare, + A Christmas day in the morning. + + He did whistle and she did sing, she did sing, she did sing, + And all the bells on earth did ring, + A Christmas day in the morning. + + And now we hope to taste your cheer, taste your cheer, taste your + cheer, + And wish you all a happy New Year, + A Christmas day in the morning. + + + The rose is red, the violet blue, + The gillyflower sweet, and so are you; + These are the words you bade me say, + For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day. + + + WORCESTERSHIRE CAROL + + Here we come a whistling, through the fields so green; + Here we come a singing, so far to be seen. + God send you happy, God send you happy, + Pray God send you a Happy New Year! + + The roads are very dirty, my boots are very thin, + I have a little pocket, to put a penny in. + God send you happy, God send you happy, + Pray God send you a Happy New Year! + + Bring out your little table, and spread it with a cloth, + Bring out some of your old ale, likewise your Christmas loaf. + God send you happy, God send you happy, + Pray God send you a Happy New Year! + + God bless the master of this house, likewise the mistress too; + And all the little children that round the table strew. + God send you happy, God send you happy, + Pray God send you a Happy New Year! + + + If Christmas Day on Thursday be, + A windy winter you shall see; + Windy weather in each week, + And hard tempests strong and thick; + The summer shall be good and dry, + Corn and beasts shall multiply; + That year is good for lands to till, + Kings and princes shall die by skill; + If a child that day born should be + It shall happen right well for thee, + Of deeds he shall be good and stable, + Wise of speech and reasonable; + Whoso that day goes thieving about, + He shall be punished with doubt; + And if sickness that day betide, + It shall quickly from thee glide. + + + April, June, and September + Thirty days have as November; + Each month else doth never vary + From thirty-one, save February, + Which twenty-eight doth still confine, + Save on leap year, then twenty-nine. + + + If Saturday's moon + Come once in seven years, + It comes too soon. + + + HOLLANTIDE, 1st NOVEMBER + + If ducks do slide at Hollantide, + At Christmas they will swim; + If ducks do swim at Hollantide, + At Christmas they will slide. + + + If New Year's Eve night wind blows south, + It betokeneth warmth and growth; + If west, much milk, and fish in the sea; + If north, much cold and storms there will be; + If east, the trees will bear much fruit; + If north-east, flee it man and brute. + + + ST VINCENT'S DAY + + January 22nd, Old Style. + February 3rd, New Style. + + + Remember in St Vincent's day + If the sun his beams display, + 'Tis a token, bright and clear, + That you will have a prosperous year. + + + Remember, remember, + The fifth of November, + Gunpowder treason and plot, + I hope that night will never be forgot. + The king and his train + Had like to be slain; + Thirty-six barrels of gunpowder + Set below London to blow London up! + + Holla boys! Holla boys! + Let the bells ring! + Holla boys! Holla boys! + God save the King! + A stick or a stake + For Victoria's sake, + And pray ye remember the bonfire night. + + + LINCOLNSHIRE HARVEST HOME + + I rent my shirt and tore my skin + To get my master's harvest in. + Hip! hip! hurrah! + Harvest in and harvest home, + We'll get a good fat hen and bacon bone, + Hip! hip! hurrah! + + Farmer Brown has got his corn + Well mown and well shorn. + Hip! hip! hurrah! + Never turned over and never stuck fast, + The harvest cart has come home at last. + Hip! hip! hurrah! + + + February borrowed from fair April + Three days, and paid them back all ill. + First of them was ra' and weet, + The second of them was sna' and sleet, + And the third of them was sic a freeze, + The birds they stickit upon the trees. + + + February fill the dike, + Be it black, or be it white! + If it be white, it's the better to like. + + + Oak before ash, + There'll be a splash; + Ash before oak, + There'll be a choke. + + + ESSEX + + Winter thunder, + Rich man's food, + And poor man's hunger. + + + When the moon is at the full + Mushrooms you may freely pull; + But when the moon is on the wane, + Wait ere you think to pluck again. + + + ST CLEMENT'S APPLE FEAST, + STAFFORDSHIRE + + Clemany! Clemany! Clemany mine! + A good red apple and a pint of wine, + Some of your mutton and some of your veal, + If it is good, pray give me a deal; + If it is not, pray give some salt. + + Butler! butler! fill your bowl; + If thou fill'st it with the best, + The Lord'll send your soul to rest; + If thou fill'st it of the small, + Down goes butler, bowl and all. + + + Pray, good mistress, send to me, + One for Peter, one for Paul, + One for Him who made us all, + Apple, pear, plum, or cherry, + Any good thing to make us merry; + + A bouncing buck, and velvet chair, + Clement comes but once a year; + Off with the pot, and on with the pan, + A good red apple and I'll begone! + + + SPRING + 1600 + + Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king, + Then bloomes each thing, then maydes dance in a ring; + Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, + Cuckow, Jugge, Jugge, pu-we to witta woo. + + The Palme and May make country houses gay, + Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pype all day, + And we have aye birds tune this merry lay, + Cuckow, Jugge, Jugge, pu-we to witta woo. + + + SUSSEX + + If apples bloom in March, + In vain for 'um you'll sarch; + If apples bloom in April, + Why then they'll be plentiful; + If apples bloom in May, + You may eat 'um night and day. + + + Through storm and wind, + Sunshine and shower, + Still will ye find + Groundsel in flower. + + + SPRING + + Sound the flute! + Now 'tis mute; + Birds delight + Day and night, + Nightingale, + In the dale, + Lark in sky-- + Merrily, + Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year. + + Little boy, + Full of joy; + Little girl, + Sweet and small, + Cock does crow, + So do you; + Merry voice, + Infant noise; + Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year. + + Little lamb, + Here I am; + Come and lick + My white neck; + Let me pull + Your soft wool; + Let me kiss + Your soft face; + Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year. + + + NORTHUMBERLAND + + Rain, rain, go away, + And come again another day, + When I brew and when I bake, + I'll gie you a little cake. + + + YARROW + + If the evening's red and the morning gray, + It is the sign of a bonnie day; + If the evening's gray and the morning red, + The lamb and the ewe will go wet to bed. + + + WILTS + + The rainbow in the marnin' + Gies the shepherd warnin' + To car' his girt cwoat on his back; + The rainbow at night + Is the shepherd's delight, + For then no girt cwoat will he lack. + + + Rainbow, rainbow, + Rin away hame; + Come again at Martinmas, + When a' the corn's in. + + + Why, I cannot tell, + But I know full well, + With wind in the east, + Fish bite not in the least. + + + DEVON + + The west wind always brings wet weather; + The east wind wet and cold together; + The south wind always brings us rain; + The north wind blows it back again; + If the sun in red should set, + The next day surely will be wet; + If the sun should set in gray, + The next will be a rainy day. + + + The wind at north or east + Is neither good for man nor beast; + So never think to cast a clout, + Until the end of May be out. + + + THE MOON + + There was a thing a full month old, + When Adam was no more; + But ere that thing was five weeks old + Adam was years five score. + + + FROM POOR ROBIN'S ALMANAC + 1808 + + + SPRING + + About the seasons of the year, + Astrologers may make a fuss; + But this I know, that spring is here, + When I can cut asparagus. + + + SUMMER + + Concerning dates, whate'er they pen, + No matter whether true or not, + I know it must be summer when + Green peas are boiling in the pot. + + + AUTUMN + + And autumn takes his turn to reign, + I know as sure as I'm a sinner, + When leaves are scattered o'er the plain, + And grapes are eaten after dinner. + + + WINTER + + Winter is known by frost and snow, + To all the little girls and boys; + But it's enough for me to know, + I get no greens except savoys. + + + + + BABY SONGS + + + HUSH YE, MY BAIRNIE + + _From the Gaelic._ + + + Hush ye, my bairnie, my bonnie wee laddie; + When ye're a man ye shall follow yer daddie; + Lift me a coo, and a goat, and a wether, + Bringing them hame tae yer mammie thegither. + + Hush ye, my bairnie, my bonnie wee lammie; + Routh o' guid things ye shall bring tae yer mammie; + Hare frae the meadow, and deer frae the mountain, + Grouse frae the muirlan', and trout frae the fountain. + + Hush ye, my bairnie, my bonnie wee dearie; + Sleep! come and close the een, heavie and wearie; + Closed are the wearie een, rest ye are takin', + Soun' be your sleepin', and bright be yer wakin'. + + + THE WEE CROODLEN DOO + + "Where hae ye been a' the day, + My little wee croodlen doo?" + "Oh, I've been at my grandmother's; + Mak my bed, mammie, noo!" + + "What got ye at your grandmother's, + My little wee croodlen doo?" + "I got a bonny wee fishie; + Mak my bed, mammie, noo!" + + "Oh, where did she catch the fishie, + My bonny wee croodlen doo?" + "She catch'd it in the gutter hole; + Mak my bed, mammie, noo!" + + "And what did you do wi' the bones o't, + My bonny wee croodlen doo?" + "I gied them to my little dog; + Mak my bed, mammie, noo!" + + "And what did the little doggie do, + My little wee croodlen doo?" + "He stretched out his head, and his feet, and dee'd, + As I do, mammie, noo!" + + + Baby cry, + Wipe his eye. + Baby good, + Give him food. + Baby sleepy, + Go to bed. + Baby naughty, + Smack his head. + + + O, can ye sew cushions, + Can ye sew sheets, + Can ye sing Ba-loo-loo, + When the bairnie greets? + + And hee and ba, birdie, + And hee and ba, lamb; + And hee and ba, birdie, + My bonnie lamb! + + + Hush, hush, hush, hush, + And I dance mine own child, + And I dance mine own child, + Hush, hush, hush, hush! + + + A DUTCH LULLABY + + Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night + Sailed off in a wooden shoe, + Sailed on a river of crystal light, + Into a sea of dew: + "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" + "We have come to fish for the herring-fish + That live in this beautiful sea; + Nets of silver and gold have we!" + Said Wynken, + Blynken, + And Nod. + + The old man laughed, and sang a song, + As they rocked in the wooden shoe, + And the wind that sped them all night long + Ruffled the waves of dew. + The little stars were the herring-fish + That lived in that beautiful sea; + "Now cast your nets wherever you wish, + Never afeared are we!" + So cried the stars to the fishermen three, + Wynken, + Blynken, + And Nod. + + All night long their nets they threw + To the stars in the twinkling foam, + Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, + Bringing the fishermen home; + 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed + As if it _could not_ be, + And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed, + Of sailing that beautiful sea; + But I shall name you the fishermen three: + Wynken, + Blynken, + And Nod. + + Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, + And Nod is a little head, + And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies, + Is a wee one's trundle-bed. + So shut your eyes while mother sings + Of wonderful sights that be, + And you shall see the beautiful things, + As you rock in the misty sea, + Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: + Wynken, + Blynken, + And Nod. + + + O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, + Thy mother a lady both gentle and bright; + The woods and the glens from the tow'rs which we see, + They are all belonging, dear babie, to thee. + + O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows; + It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; + Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, + E'er the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. + + O hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come, + When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum, + Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, + For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. + + + When little birdie bye-bye goes, + Quiet as mice in churches, + He puts his head where nobody knows, + And on one leg he perches. + + When little baby bye-bye goes, + On mother's arm reposing, + Soon he lies beneath the clothes, + Safe in cradle dozing. + + When little pussy goes to sleep, + Tail and nose together, + Then little mice around her creep, + Lightly as a feather. + + When little baby goes to sleep, + And he is very near us, + Then on tiptoe softly creep, + That baby may not hear us. + + + Dance a baby, diddy; + What can a mammy do wid 'e? + Sit in a lap, give it some pap, + And dance a baby, diddy. + + Smile, my baby, bonny; + What will time bring on 'e? + Sorrow and care, frowns and grey hair, + So smile my baby, bonny. + + Laugh, my baby, beauty; + What will time do to 'e? + Furrow your cheek, wrinkle your neck, + So laugh, my baby, beauty. + + Dance, my baby, deary; + Mother will never be weary, + Frolic and play now while you may, + So dance, my baby, deary. + + + Baby, baby, naughty baby! + Hush, you squalling thing, I say! + Hush this moment, or it may be + Wellington will pass this way. + And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you, + And he'll beat you into pap; + And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you, + Gobble you, gobble you, snap, snap, snap. + + + SOUTHERN INDIA + + Juwa, juwa, baby, dear! + When the baby's mother comes + She will give her darling milk. + + Juwa, juwa, baby dear! + When the baby's father comes + He will bring a cocoanut. + + Juwa, juwa, baby, dear! + When the baby's brother comes + He will bring a little bird. + + Juwa, juwa, baby, dear! + When the baby's sister comes + She will bring a dish of rice. + + + LULLABY + + Sleep, baby, sleep, + Our cottage vale is deep; + The little lamb is on the green + With woolly fleece, so soft and clean. + Sleep, baby, sleep! + + Sleep, baby, sleep, + Down where the woodbines creep; + Be always like the lamb so mild, + A kind, and sweet, and gentle child. + Sleep, baby, sleep! + + + THE ANGEL'S WHISPER + +A superstition prevails in Ireland, that when a child smiles in its +sleep, it is "talking with the angels." + + + A baby was sleeping, + Its mother was weeping, + For her husband was far o'er the wild raging sea, + And the tempest was swelling + Round the fisherman's dwelling, + And she cried: "Dermot, darling, oh! come back to me." + + Her beads while she numbered, + The baby still slumbered, + And smiled in her face, as she bended her knee, + Oh! blessed be that warning, + My child, thy sleep adorning, + For I know that the angels are whisp'ring with thee. + + And while they are keeping + Bright watch o'er thy sleeping, + Oh! pray to them softly, my baby, with me, + And say thou would'st rather + They'd watch o'er thy father! + For I know that the angels are whisp'ring with thee. + + The dawn of the morning + Saw Dermot returning, + And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see, + And closely caressing + Her child with a blessing, + Said: "I knew that the angels were whisp'ring with thee." + + + LULLABY + + Sleep, baby, sleep! + Thy father watches the sheep, + Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, + And down falls a little dream on thee. + Sleep, baby sleep! + + Sleep, baby, sleep! + The large stars are the sheep, + The little stars are the lambs, I guess, + The fair moon is the shepherdess. + Sleep baby, sleep! + + Sleep, baby, sleep! + And cry not like a sheep, + Else will the sheep dog bark and whine, + And bite this naughty child of mine. + Sleep, baby, sleep! + + Sleep, baby, sleep! + Away! and tend the sheep, + Away, thou black dog, fierce and wild, + And do not wake my little child! + Sleep, baby, sleep! + + + Hark! the night-winds whispering nigh, + "Hush," they murmur, "hush-a-bye!" + Dobbin by the dyke doth drowse, + Dreamy kine forget to browse, + Winking stars are in the sky; + "Hush-a-bye! hush-a-bye!" + See, the silver moon is high; + How the great trees rock and sigh. + "Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye!" + Low the little brooklet's cry; + "Hush," it lispeth, "hush-a-bye!" + All the peeping lights are gone, + Baby, we are left alone! + "Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye." + + + + + MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN + + 1790. + + + When Adam he first was created + Lord of the Universe round, + His happiness was not completed + Till for him a helpmate was found. + + When Adam was laid in soft slumber, + 'Twas then he lost part of his side, + And when he awakened, with wonder + He beheld his most beautiful bride. + + She was not made out of his head, sir, + To rule and to govern the man; + Nor was she made out of his feet, sir, + By man to be trampled upon. + + He had oxen and foxes for hunting, + And all that was pleasant in life; + Yet still his Almighty Creator + Thought that he wanted a wife. + + But she did come forth from his side, sir, + His equal and partner to be; + And now they are coupled together, + She oft proves the top of the tree. + + + Adam lay i-bowndyn, + Bowndyn in a bond, + Fower thousand winter + Thowt he not to long; + And al was for an appil, + An appil that he tok, + As clerkes fyndyn wretyn + In here book. + + Ne hadde the appil taken ben, + The appil taken ben, + Ne hadde never our lady + A ben hevene quen. + Blyssid be the tyme + That appil taken was! + Therefore we mown syngyn + Deo gracias. + + + FIFTEENTH CENTURY CAROL + +Adam was supposed to have lain in bonds in the _limbus patrum_ from the +time of his death to the Crucifixion. + + + CHESHIRE CHEESE + + A Cheshire man sailed into Spain + To trade for merchandise; + When he arrived from the main + A Spaniard him espies, + + Who said: "You English rogue, look here! + What fruits and spices fine + Our land produces twice a year! + Thou hast not such in thine!" + + The Cheshire man ran to his hold, + And fetched a Cheshire cheese, + And said: "Look here, you dog, behold, + We have such fruits as these! + + "Your fruits are ripe but twice a year, + As you yourself do say; + But such as I present you here, + Our land brings twice a day." + + The Spaniard in a passion flew, + And his rapier took in hand; + The Cheshire man kicked up his heels, + Saying: "Thou art at my command." + + So never let a Spaniard boast + While Cheshire men abound, + Lest they should teach him, to his cost, + To dance a Cheshire round. + + + THREE WELCH HUNTERS + + There were three jovial Welchmen, + As I've heard them say, + And they would go a-hunting + Upon St David's day. + All the day they hunted, + And nothing could they find, + But a ship a-sailing, + A-sailing with the wind. + One said it was a ship, + The other said, nay; + The third said it was a house, + And the chimney blown away. + And all the night they hunted, + And nothing could they find, + But the moon a-gliding, + A-gliding with the wind. + One said it was the moon + The other said, nay; + The third said it was a cheese, + And half o't cut away. + + + LAMENT OF A MOTHER, WHOSE + CHILD WAS STOLEN BY FAIRIES + + _From the Gaelic._ + + I left my bairnie lying here, + Lying here, lying here; + I left my bairnie lying here, + To go and gather blaeberries. + + I've found the wee brown otter's track, + Otter's track, otter's track; + I've found the wee brown otter's track, + But cannot trace my bairnie, O! + + I found the swan's track on the lake, + On the lake, on the lake; + I found the swan's track on the lake, + But cannot trace my bairnie, O! + + I found the track of the yellow fawn, + Yellow fawn, yellow fawn; + I found the track of the yellow fawn, + But cannot trace my bairnie, O! + + I found the trail of the mountain mist, + Mountain mist, mountain mist; + I found the trail of the mountain mist, + But cannot trace my bairnie, O! + + + This is my birthday, do you know? + Once I was four, that's long ago; + Once I was three, and two, and one, + Only a baby that could not run. + Now I am five, so old and so strong, + I could run races all the day long! + And I mean to grow bigger, and stronger, and older, + Some day perhaps I shall be a brave soldier. + I think I'm the happiest boy alive! + Oh, wouldn't you like to be me--now I'm five? + + + GRACE FOR A LITTLE CHILD + + Here a little child I stand, + Heaving up my either hand; + Cold as paddocks though they be + Here I lift them up to Thee, + For a benison to fall + On our meat, and on us all. + + + "I do not like to go to bed," + Sleepy little Harry said; + "Go, naughty Betty, go away, + I will not come at all, I say!" + + Oh, what a silly little fellow, + I should be quite ashamed to tell her; + Then Betty, you must come and carry + This very foolish little Harry. + + The little birds are better taught, + They go to roosting when they ought; + And all the ducks and fowls, you know, + They went to bed an hour ago. + + The little beggar in the street, + Who wanders with his naked feet, + And has no where to lay his head, + Oh, he'd be glad to go to bed. + + + My child, when we were children, + Two children little and gay, + We crept into the hen-roost, + And hid behind the hay. + + We crowed as doth the cock crow, + When people passed that road, + Cried "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" + They thought the cock had crowed. + + The chests that lay in the court + We papered and made so clean, + And dwelt therein together-- + We thought them fit for a queen. + + Oft came our neighbour's old cat, + With us an hour to spend; + We made her curtseys and bows, + And compliments without end. + + + There was one little Jim, + 'Tis reported of him, + And must be to his lasting disgrace-- + That he never was seen + With his hands at all clean, + Nor yet ever clean was his face. + + His friends were much hurt + To see so much dirt, + And often they made him quite clean; + But all was in vain, + He was dirty again, + And not at all fit to be seen. + + When to wash he was sent, + He reluctantly went + With water to splash himself o'er; + But he seldom was seen + To have washed himself clean, + And often looked worse than before. + + The idle and bad, + Like this little lad, + May be dirty and black to be sure; + But good boys are seen + To be decent and clean, + Although they are ever so poor. + + + CLEANLINESS + + Come my little Robert, near-- + Fie! what filthy hands are here! + Who, that e'er could understand + The rare structure of a hand, + With its branching fingers fine, + Work itself of hands divine, + Strong yet delicately knit, + For ten thousand uses fit, + Overlaid with so clear skin + You may see the blood within,-- + Who this hand would choose to cover + With a crust of dirt all over, + Till it looked in hue and shape + Like the forefoot of an ape! + Man or boy that works or plays + In the fields or the highways, + May, without offence or hurt, + From the soil contract a dirt + Which the next clear spring or river + Washes out and out for ever. + But to cherish stains impure, + Soil deliberate to endure, + On the skin to fix a stain + Till it works into the grain, + Argues a degenerate mind, + Sordid, slothful, ill-inclined, + Wanting in that self-respect + Which doth virtue best protect. + All-endearing cleanliness, + Virtue next to godliness, + Easiest, cheapest, needfull'st duty, + To the body health and beauty; + Who that's human would refuse it, + When a little water does it? + + + Little Willie from his mirror + Sucked the mercury all off, + Thinking, in his childish error, + It would cure his whooping-cough. + + At the funeral, Willie's mother + Smartly said to Mrs Brown, + "'Twas a chilly day for William + When the mercury went down." + + _Chorus_ + + "Ah, ah, ah!" said Willie's mother, + "Oh, oh, oh!" said Mrs Brown, + "'Twas a chilly day for William + When the mercury went down!" + + + FEIGNED COURAGE + + Horatio, of ideal courage vain, + Was flourishing in air his father's cane, + And, as the fumes of valour swelled his pate, + Now thought himself this hero, and now that; + "And now," he cried, "I will Achilles be; + My sword I brandish; see, the Trojans flee! + Now, I'll be Hector, when his angry blade + A lane through heaps of slaughter'd Grecians made! + And now my deeds still braver I'll evince, + I am no less than Edward the Black Prince. + + "Give way, ye coward French!" As this he spoke, + And aim'd in fancy a sufficient stroke + To fix the fate of Cressy or Poitiers + (The Muse relates the Hero's fate with tears), + He struck his milk-white hand against a nail, + Sees his own blood, and feels his courage fail. + Ah! where is now that boasted valour flown, + That in the tented field so late was shown? + Achilles weeps, great Hector hangs his head, + And the Black Prince goes whimpering to bed. + + + ON READING + + "And so you do not like to spell, + Mary, my dear; oh, very well: + 'Tis dull and troublesome, you say, + And you would rather be at play. + + "Then bring me all your books again, + Nay, Mary, why do you complain? + For as you do not choose to read, + You shall not have your books indeed. + + "So as you wish to be a dunce, + Pray go and fetch me them at once; + For if you will not learn to spell, + 'Tis vain to think of reading well. + + "Now, don't you think you'll blush to own, + When you become a woman grown, + Without one good excuse to plead, + That you have never learned to read?" + + "Oh, dear mamma," said Mary then, + "Do let me have my books again; + I'll not fret any more indeed, + If you will let me learn to read." + + + Maria had an aunt at Leeds, + For whom she made a purse of beads; + 'Twas neatly done, by all allow'd, + And praise soon made her vain and proud. + + Her mother, willing to repress + This strong conceit of cleverness, + Said, "I will show you, if you please, + A honeycomb, the work of bees! + + "Yes, look within their hive, and then + Examine well your purse again; + Compare your merits, and you will + Admit the insect's greater skill." + + + Knit, Dorothy, knit, + The sunbeams round thee flit, + So merry the minutes go by, go by, + While fast thy fingers fly, they fly. + Knit, Dorothy, knit. + + Sing, Dorothy, sing, + The birds are on the wing, + 'Tis better to sing than to sigh, to sigh, + While fast thy fingers fly, they fly. + Sing, Dorothy, sing. + + + HOW TO HEAL A BURN + + "Oh, we have had a sad mishap! + As Clara lay in nurse's lap, + Too near the fire the chair did stand-- + A coal flew out and burnt her hand. + + "It must have flown above the guard, + It came so quick, and hit so hard; + And, would you think it? raised a blister: + Oh, how she cried! poor little sister! + + "Poor thing! I grieved to see it swell;" + "What will you do to make it well?" + "Why," said Mamma, "I really think + Some scraped potato, or some ink. + + "A little vinegar or brandy, + Whichever nurse can find most handy, + All these are good, my little daughter, + But nothing's better than cold water." + + + REBELLIOUS FRANCES + + The babe was in the cradle laid, + And Tom had said his prayers, + When Frances told the nursery-maid + She would not go upstairs! + + She cried so loud, her mother came + To ask the reason why, + And said, "Oh, Frances, fie for shame! + Oh fie! oh fie! oh fie!" + + But Frances was more naughty still, + And Betty sadly nipp'd; + Until her mother said, "I will-- + I must have Frances whipp'd. + + "For, oh! how naughty 'tis to cry, + But worse, much worse, to fight, + Instead of running readily, + And calling out, 'Good-night!'" + + + POISONOUS FRUIT + + As Tommy and his sister Jane + Were walking down a shady lane, + They saw some berries, bright and red, + That hung around and overhead. + + And soon the bough they bended down, + To make the scarlet fruit their own; + And part they ate, and part in play, + They threw about and flung away. + + But long they had not been at home, + Before poor Jane and little Tom + Were taken sick, and ill to bed, + And since, I've heard they both are dead. + + Alas! had Tommy understood + That fruit in lanes is seldom good, + He might have walked with little Jane + Again along the shady lane. + + + + + BEASTS, BIRDS, Etc. + + + MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB + + Little Mary was given a woolly-nosed lamb, + And she fed it on ginger and gooseberry jam. + One day Mary was hungry, and longed for lamb chops, + So into the oven her lambkin she pops. + When the oven was opened, Mary opened her eyes, + For, what do you think? There was such a surprise; + In her hurry the oven she'd forgotten to heat, + So out jumped the lamb, and forgetting to bleat, + It said, "Mary, my dear, if there's _no_ gooseberry jam, + I can lunch very well on potatoes and ham." + + + Little lamb, who made thee? + Dost thou know who made thee, + Gave thee life, and bade thee feed + By the stream and o'er the mead; + Gave thee clothing of delight, + Softest clothing, woolly, bright; + Gave thee such a tender voice, + Making all the vales rejoice! + Little lamb, who made thee? + Dost thou know who made thee? + + Little lamb, I'll tell thee; + Little lamb, I'll tell thee; + He is called by thy name, + For He calls Himself a lamb. + He is meek, and He is mild, + He became a little child. + I a child, and thou a lamb, + We are called by His name. + Little lamb, God bless thee! + Little lamb, God bless thee! + + + THE RAM OF DERBY + + As I was going to Derby, sir, + All on a market day, + I met the finest ram, sir, + That ever was fed upon hay. + Daddle-i-day, daddle-i-day, + Fal-de-ral, fal-de-ral, daddle-i-day. + + This ram was fat behind, sir, + This ram was fat before, + This ram was ten yards high, sir, + Indeed he was no more. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + The wool upon his back, sir, + Reached up unto the sky, + The eagles made their nests there, sir, + I heard the young ones cry. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + The wool upon his belly, sir, + It dragged upon the ground, + It was sold in Derby town, sir, + For forty thousand pound. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + The space between his horns, sir, + Was as far as a man could reach, + And there they built a pulpit, sir, + For the parson there to preach. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + The teeth that were in his mouth, sir, + Were like a regiment of men, + And the tongue that hung between them, sir, + Would have dined them twice and again. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + This ram jumped o'er a wall, sir, + His tail caught on a briar, + It reached from Derby town, sir, + All into Leicestershire. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + And of this tail so long, sir, + 'Twas ten miles and an ell, + They made a goodly rope, sir, + To toll the market bell. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + This ram had four legs to walk, sir, + This ram had four legs to stand, + And every leg he had, sir, + Stood on an acre of land. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + The butcher that killed this ram, sir, + Was drowned in the blood, + And all the good people of Derby, sir, + Were carried away in the flood. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + All the maids in Derby, sir, + Came begging for his horns, + To take them to the cooper's, sir, + To make them milking gawns. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + The little boys of Derby, sir, + They came to beg his eyes, + To kick about the streets, sir, + For they were football size. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + The tanner that tanned his hide, sir, + Would never be poor any more, + For when he had tanned and stretched it, sir, + It covered all Sinfin Moor. + Daddle-i-day, etc. + + Indeed, sir, this is true, sir, + I never was taught to lie, + And had you been to Derby, sir, + You'd have seen it, as well as I. + Daddle-i-day, daddle-i-day, + Fal-de-ral, fal-de-ral, daddle-i-day. + + + PUSSY + + Jack Sprat had a cat, + It had but one ear; + That he cut off, + And made small beer. + + + PUSSY + + _Child_ + "Wherefore wash you, Pussy, say, + Every half-hour through the day?" + + _Pussy_ + "Why? Because 'twould look so bad + If a dirty coat I had; + Little face and little feet, + They too must be always neat." + + So says Pussy, and I've heard + All give her a handsome word, + In the parlour she may be, + People take her on the knee, + Why all love her I can tell,-- + It is for washing herself so well. + + + Pussy sat upon a wall, + Taking a little fresh air, + A neighbour's little dog came by-- + "O Pussy! are you there?" + + "Good morning, Mistress Pussy-cat, + Pray tell me how you do," + "Quite well, I thank you," Puss replied, + "And, Doggy, how are you?" + + + Pussy-cat Mole + Jumped over a coal, + And in her best petticoat + Burnt a great hole. + Poor pussy's weeping, + She'll get no more milk, + Until her best petticoat's + Mended with silk. + + + "Leedle! leedle! leedle! our cat's dead." + "How did she die?" "Wi' a sair head." + All ye who ken'd her + When she was alive, + Come to her burying + At half-past five. + + + "Good day, Miss Cat, so brisk and gay, + How is it that alone you stay? + And what is it you cook to day?" + "Bread so white, and milk so sweet, + Will it please you sit and eat?" + + + Pussy-cat high, pussy-cat low, + Pussy-cat was a fine teazer of tow. + Pussy-cat she came into a barn, + With her bagpipes under her arm. + + And then she told a tale to me, + How mousie had married a humble bee. + Then was I indeed ever so glad, + That mousie had married so clever a lad. + + + DERBY + + "Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been?" + "I've been to see grandmother over the green." + "What did she give you?" "Milk in a can." + "What did you say for it?" "Thank you, Grandam." + + + KITTENS + + Now we must name you little creatures, + After your several gifts and natures; + Velvet-skin, thou shalt be; + Softly-Sneaking, call I thee; + This I surname Catch-the-Mouse, + But that one is Thief-o'-th'-House. + + They grew up handsome as could be; + Velvet-skin lay on the knee, + Catch-the-Mouse for mice went seeking; + In the barn went Softly-Sneaking; + Thief-o'-th'-House indulged his wishes + 'Mid the kitchen plates and dishes. + + + "What is she doing, Miss Cat? + Is she sleeping, or waking, or what is she at?" + "I am not asleep, I am quite wide awake, + Perhaps you would know what I'm going to make; + I'm melting some butter, and warming some beer, + Will it please you sit down and partake of my cheer?" + + + Three cats sat at the fireside, + With a basketful of coal dust, + Coal dust! coal dust! + With a basketful of coal dust. + Said one little cat, + To the other little cat, + "If you don't speak, I must; + I must, + If you don't speak, I must." + + + Here is puss in the study; how cunning she looks! + She likes rats and mice far better than books. + Ah! that poor little mouse, it is out of its pain, + And will never feel pussy's sharp talons again. + I hope it has not left some young ones at home, + Who with hunger may die ere their mother shall come. + And yet 'twould be wrong to say puss is not good, + For the rats and the mice, you know, serve her for food; + And though we may pity the poor little mice, + Yet we don't like to lose our cheese, butter, and rice. + + + THE COW + + Most parts of the cow are useful and good, + For leather, for lanthorns, for candles, or food; + And before she is dead, we owe much to the cow, + Her uses are great--let us think of them now. + Every morning and evening how quiet she stands + When the farmer's boy comes, stool and pail in his hands; + And when he returns with the milk fresh and sweet, + To most little children it proves a great treat. + Mama likes the cream to put into the tea, + And to make us nice puddings some milk there must be; + Then from milk we have butter and cheese too, you know, + So that all these good things we receive from the cow. + + + The cow has a horn, and the fish has a gill; + The horse has a hoof, and the duck has a bill; + The bird has a wing, that on high he may sail; + And the lion a mane, and the monkey a tail; + And they swim, or they fly, or they walk, or they eat, + With fin, or with wing, or with bill, or with feet. + And Charles has two hands, with five fingers to each, + On purpose to hold with, to work, and to reach; + No birds, beasts, or fishes, for work or for play, + Has anything half so convenient as they: + But if he don't use them, and keep them in use, + He'd better have had but two legs like a goose. + + + There was a piper had a cow, + And he had nocht to give her, + He took his pipes and play'd a spring, + And bade the cow consider; + The cow consider'd with hersel' + That music wad ne'er fill her; + "Gie me a pickle clean ait-strae, + And sell your wind for siller." + + + "Let us go to the wood," says this pig; + "What to do there?" says that pig; + "To look for my mother," says this pig; + "What to do with her?" says that pig; + "Kiss her to death," says this pig. + + + CORNWALL + + "Whose little pigs are these, these, these, + And whose little pigs are these?" + "They are Johnny Cook's, + I know them by their looks, + And I found them among the peas." + "Go pound them! go pound them!" + "I dare not for my life, + For though I don't love Johnny Cook, + I dearly love his wife." + + + I had a little hobby-horse, + His name was Neddy Grey, + His head was stuffed with pea-straw, + His tail was made of hay. + He could nibble, he could trot, + He could carry the mustard pot, + From the table to the shop. + Whoa! Neddy Grey. + + + THE NANNY-GOAT IN THE GARDEN + + (_From the French._) + + "Ho! Johnnie!" cries the master, "Ho! + To chase that Nanny quickly go, + She eats my grapes with eager haste, + My garden soon will be a waste." + + Johnnie goes, but returns not, + Nor chases the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden. + + "Ho! Dog!" says the master, + "Go bite that Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden." + + The Dog goes, but returns not, + Nor bites the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden. + + "Ho! Whip!" says the master, + "Go thrash that Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden." + + The Whip goes, and returns not, + Nor thrashes the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden. + + "Ho! Fire!" says the master, + "Go burn that Whip, + That thrashes not the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden." + + The Fire goes, and returns not, + Nor burns the Whip, + That thrashes not the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden. + + "Ho! Water!" says the master, + "Go drown that Fire, + That burns not the Whip, + That thrashes not the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden." + + The Water goes, and returns not, + Nor drowns the Fire, + That burns not the Whip, + That thrashes not the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden. + + "Ho! Ass!" says the master, + "Go drink that Water, + That drowns not the Fire, + That burns not the Whip, + That thrashes not the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden." + + The Ass goes, and returns not, + Nor drinks the Water, + That drowns not the Fire, + That burns not the Whip, + That thrashes not the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden. + + "Ho! Sword!" says the master, + "Go kill that Ass there, + That drinks not the Water, + That drowns not the Fire, + That burns not the Whip, + That thrashes not the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden." + + The Sword goes, and returns not, + Nor kills the Ass, + That drinks not the Water, + That drowns not the Fire, + That burns not the Whip, + That thrashes not the Doggie, + That bites not the Johnnie, + Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes, + Down in the garden. + + Says the master: "Then 'tis I + That thither to the chase must hie;" + He takes a bound across the grass, + And the Sword runs to kill the Ass, + The Ass to Water runs and drinks, + When Water runs the Fire shrinks, + The Fire to burn the Whip now hastens, + The Whip in haste the slow Dog chastens, + And Johnnie now he runs to bite, + Who quick on Nanny vents his spite, + Nanny who ate the grapes of late, + And master shuts the garden gate. + + + The fox looked out one moonlight night, + And called to the stars to give him light, + For he'd a long way to go, over the snow, + Before he could reach his den-oh! + + Old Mother Prittle-Prattle jumped out of bed, + And out of the window she popped her head, + "John! John! John! the grey goose is gone, + And the fox is off to his den-oh!" + + The fox he got quite safe to his den, + And to his little ones--eight--nine--ten, + The fox and his wife they ate the goose, + And the little ones picked the bones-oh! + + + Poor Dog Bright! + Ran off with all his might, + Because the cat was after him, + Poor Dog Bright! + + Poor cat Fright! + Ran off with all her might, + Because the dog was after her, + Poor Cat Fright! + + + CHARM FOR AN INJURED HORSE + + Our Lord forth raide, + His foal's foot slade. + Our Lord down-lighted, + His foal's foot righted. + Saying, "Flesh to flesh, blood to blood, + And bane to bane." + In our Lord His name. + + + FROM POOR ROBIN'S ALMANAC (1733) + + Observe which way the hedgehog builds her nest, + To front the north, or south, or east, or west; + For if 'tis true that common people say, + The wind will blow the quite contrary way. + If by some secret art the hedgehog know, + So long before, the way the wind will blow, + She has an art which many a person lacks, + That thinks himself fit to make our Almanacs. + + + Into woods where beasts can talk, + I went out to take a walk, + A rabbit sitting in a bush + Peeped at me, and then cried, "Hush!" + Presently to me it ran, + And its story thus began:-- + + "You have got a gun, I see, + Perhaps you'll point it soon at me, + And when I am shot, alack! + Pop me in your little sack. + When upon my fate I think + I grow faint, my spirits sink." + + "Pretty rabbit, do not eat + Gardener's greens or farmer's wheat, + If such thieving you begin, + You must pay it with your skin; + Honestly your living get, + And you may be happy yet." + + + See the little rabbits, + How they run and sweat; + Some shoot 'em with a gun, + Others catch 'em with a net. + + + THE HUNTING OF THE WREN + + "Will ye go to the wood?" quo' Fozie Mozie; + "Will ye go to the wood?" quo' Johnnie Rednosie; + "Will ye go to the wood?" quo' Foslin 'ene; + "Will ye go to the wood?" quo' brither and kin. + + "What to do there?" quo' Fozie Mozie; + "What to do there?" quo' Johnnie Rednosie; + "What to do there?" quo' Foslin 'ene; + "What to do there?" quo' brither and kin. + + "To slay the wren," quo' Fozie Mozie; + "To slay the wren," quo' Johnnie Rednosie; + "To slay the wren," quo' Foslin 'ene; + "To slay the wren," quo' brither and kin. + + "What way will ye get her hame?" quo' Fozie Mozie; + "What way will ye get her hame?" quo' Johnnie Rednosie; + "What way will ye get her hame?" quo' Foslin 'ene; + "What way will ye get her hame?" quo' brither and kin. + + "We'll hire cart and horse," quo' Fozie Mozie; + "We'll hire cart and horse," quo' Johnnie Rednosie; + "We'll hire cart and horse," quo' Foslin 'ene; + "We'll hire cart and horse," quo' brither and kin. + + "What way will ye get her in?" quo' Fozie Mozie; + "What way will ye get her in?" quo' Johnnie Rednosie; + "What way will ye get her in?" quo' Foslin 'ene; + "What way will ye get her in?" quo' brither and kin. + + "We'll drive down the door cheeks," quo' Fozie Mozie; + "We'll drive down the door cheeks," quo' Johnnie Rednosie; + "We'll drive down the door cheeks," quo' Foslin 'ene; + "We'll drive down the door cheeks," quo' brither and kin. + + "I'll hae a wing," quo' Fozie Mozie; + "I'll hae anither," quo' Johnnie Rednosie; + "I'll hae a leg," quo' Foslin 'ene; + "And I'll hae anither," quo' brither and kin. + + + "Dicky bird, dicky bird, where are you going?" + "I'm going to the fields to see the men mowing." + "Don't you go there, or else you'll be shot, + Baked in a pudding, and boiled in a pot." + + + "Who'll gu to th' wood?" says Robin a Bobbin, + "Who'll gu to th' wood?" says Richard to Robbin, + "Who'll gu to th' wood?" says Johnny alone, + "Who'll gu to th' wood, lads, every one?" + + "What muns do theer?" says Robbin a Bobbin, + "What muns do theer?" says Richard to Robbin, + "What muns do theer?" says Johnny alone, + "What muns do theer, lads, every one?" + + "Gu a-shooting tum-tits," says Robbin a Bobbin, + "Gu a-shooting tum-tits," says Richard to Robbin, + "Gu a-shooting tum-tits," says Johnny alone, + "Gu a-shooting tum-tits, lads, every one." + + + ESSEX + + The robin and the red-breast, + The robin and the wren; + If you take out o' their nest, + You'll never thrive agen! + + The robin and the red-breast, + The martin and the swallow; + If you touch one o' their eggs, + Bad luck will surely follow! + + + ESSEX + + A robin and a titter-wren + Are God Almighty's cock and hen; + A martin and a swallow + Are God Almighty's shirt and collar. + + + The robin red-breast and the wran + Coost out about the parritch pan; + And ere the robin got a spune, + The wran she had the parritch dune. + + + Robin, robin red-breast, + Laverock, and the wren, + If you harry their nest + You'll never thrive agen. + + + 1600 + + What bird so sings, yet does so wail? + 'Tis philomel, the nightingale; + "Jugg! jugg! terue!" she cries, + And hating earth to heaven she flies. + + + ESSEX + + Eat birds, eat, and fear not, + Here lie I and care not, + But if my master should happen to come, + With his short whip, and his long gun, + You must fly and I must run. + + + I will sing you a song + Of the days that are long, + Of the woodcock and the sparrow, + Of the little dog that burnt his tail, + And shall be whipt to-morrow. + + + DORSET RIME + + Vlee away, blackie cap! + Don't ye hurt measter's crap, + While I vill my tatie trap, + And lie down and teak a nap. + + + DEVONSHIRE CUCKOO RIME + + March he sits upon his perch; + April he soundeth his bell; + May he sings both night and day; + June he altereth his tune; + And July--away to fly. + + + When the cuckoo comes to the bare thorn, + Sell your cow and buy your corn; + But when she comes to the full bit, + Sell your corn and buy you sheep. + + + In April the coo-coo can sing her song by rote; + In June of time she cannot sing a note; + At first koo-koo! koo-koo! sings still-- + At last koo-ke! koo-ke! koo-ke!--six koo-kees to one koo. + + + NORFOLK + + When the weirling shrieks at night, + Sow the seed with the morning light; + But when the cuckoo swells its throat, + Harvest flies from the mooncall's[A] note. + + [A] _Mooncall_--the cuckoo (Norfolk). + + + Parson Peard, + Be not afeard, + Nor take it much in anger; + We've bought your geese + At a penny a piece, + And left the money with the gander. + + + A peacock picked a peck of pepper; + Did he pick a peck of pepper? + Yes, he picked a peck of pepper; + Pick, pecker, peacock! + + + SOUTHERN INDIA + + An old story! an old story! + Clever Brahman, an old story! + What shall I say? + I know none. + Little chickens! little chickens! + Sing me a song! + What can I sing? + Pyong! Pyong! + + + The Cock did say: + "I use alway + To crow both first and last, + Like a postle I am, + For I preache to man, + And tell hym the nyght is past." + + + THE APE AND THE COCKATOO + + Said an ape in the Zoo + To a white cockatoo: + "Your beak is uncommonly strong!" + Said the white cockatoo + To the ape in the Zoo, + "And your tail is excessively long!" + + Said the ape in the Zoo + To the white cockatoo: + "Remarks are exceedingly rude! + And you must look out, + And see what you're about, + Or I'll seize and run off with your food!" + + Then the white cockatoo + Really furious grew, + And shouted as loud as he could: + "You black-faced Wanderoo![B] + With your white whiskers, too, + Do you think to insult me is good?" + + 'Tween the ape in the Zoo + And the white cockatoo + Then furious battle ensued, + And the cockatoo bit + The ape into a fit, + And the ape snatched the cockatoo's food. + + [B] An ape is a Wanderoo in Ceylon. + + + Sweet Amaryllis by a spring's + Soft and soul-melting murmurings + Slept, and thus sleeping thither flew + A robin red-breast, who, at view, + Not seeing her at all to stir, + Brought leaves and moss to cover her. + But while he perking there did pry, + About the arch of either eye, + The lid began to let out day, + At which poor robin flew away, + And seeing her not dead, but all disleaved, + He chirp'd for joy to find himself deceived. + + + THE OBSTINATE CHICKEN + + _Hen_ + "Go not down that distant walk; + Yonder flies the savage hawk; + His sharp eyes will quickly meet you, + If you go I'm sure he'll eat you." + + _Chicken_ + "Nasty hawk is far away, + I may safely go and play; + If he comes my legs will bring + Me beneath your sheltering wing." + + So it skipped off in a trice, + Scorning mother's good advice; + And when it thought at home to sup, + Down came the hawk and gobbled it up. + + + Lords and knights, I do invite + Ladies and gentlemen, + To come unto the burial + Of my wee brown hen. + + My wee brown hen, + They might have let her be, + Every day she laid an egg, + On Sunday she laid three. + + + SOUTHERN INDIAN SONGS + + "Cooing, cooing, cooing dove! + How many little ones have you to love?" + "In my nest--two--three--four--five + Little ones I hatch'd alive." + "Tell me then, O dove, I pray, + Where are the little ones to-day?" + "On a bough both safe and strong + Left I them an hour long, + I cannot see them now, and know + They have gone to feed the crow." + + + "Dusky sister of the crow + Let us to the wedding go, + To-morrow or on Sunday morn; + Though the kite doth sit forlorn, + Seeing in a painful dream + Young ones perish in the stream. + All the young ones of the crow + Cheese are seeking to and fro." + + + ESSEX + + One, two, three, four, five, + I caught a fish alive; + Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, + I let it go again. + + "Why did you let it go?" + "Because it bit my finger so." + "Which finger did it bite?" + "The little finger on the right." + + + Dragon fly! dragon fly! fly about the brook, + Sting all the bad boys who for the fish look; + But let the good boys catch all they can, + And then take them home to be fried in a pan, + With nice bread and butter they shall sup up their fish, + While all the little naughty boys shall only lick the dish. + + + LADY-BIRD + + NORFOLK + + Bishop, Bishop Barnabee, + Tell me when my wedding be; + If it be to-morrow day, + Take your wings and fly away. + Fly to the East, fly to the West, + And fly to them that I love best. + + + LADY-BIRD--IN SCOTLAND LADY LANNERS + + LANARK + + Lady, Lady Lanners! + Lady, Lady Lanners! + Tak up your clowk about your head, + An' flee awa' to Flanners. + Flee owre firth, an' flee owre fell, + Flee owre pule, an' rinnan well, + Flee owre muir, an' flee owre mead, + Flee owre livan, flee owre dead, + Flee owre corn, an' flee owre lea, + Flee owre river, flee owre sea, + Flee ye east, or flee ye west, + Flee till him that lo'es me best. + + + Lady-bird! lady-bird! pretty one stay! + Come sit on my finger, so happy and gay, + With me shall no mischief betide thee; + No harm would I do thee, no foeman is near, + I only would gaze on thy beauties so dear, + Those beautiful winglets beside thee. + + Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home! + Thy house is a-fire, thy children will roam, + List! list to their cry and bewailing! + The pitiless spider is weaving their doom, + Then lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home! + Hark! hark to thy children's bewailing! + + Fly back again, back again, lady-bird dear! + Thy neighbours will merrily welcome thee here, + With them shall no perils attend thee. + They'll guard thee so safely from danger or care, + They'll gaze on thy beautiful winglets so fair, + And comfort, and love, and befriend thee! + + + THE SELFISH SNAILS + + It happened that a little snail + Came crawling, with his shiny tail, + Upon a cabbage-stalk; + But two more little snails were there, + Both feasting on this dainty fare, + Engaged in friendly talk. + + "No, no, you shall not dine with us; + How dare you interrupt us thus?" + The greedy snails declare; + So their poor brother they discard, + Who really thinks it very hard + He may not have his share. + + But selfish folks are sure to know + They get no good by being so + In earnest or in play; + Which those two snails confess'd, no doubt, + When soon the gardener spied them out, + And threw them both away. + + + + + ALPHABETS + + + QUARREL OF THE ALPHABET + + Great A was alarmed at B's bad behaviour, + Because C, D, E, and F denied G a favour. + H got a husband, with I, J, K, and L, + M married Mary, and taught scholars how to spell. + + It went hard at first with N, O, P, and Q, + With R, S, T, with single and double U, + The X and the Y it stuck in their gizzards, + Till they were made friends by the two crooked izzards. + + This A, B, C, so little is it thought about, + Although by its aid great knowledge is brought about; + 'Tis the groundwork of science, of wisdom the key, sir, + For what does a man know that knows not A, B, C, sir? + He is a blockhead, take it from me, sir, + That does not know his A, B, C, sir, + A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, + O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z. + + + A stands for Apple Pie, + B for Balloon, + C a nice custard + To eat with a spoon. + D for my doll, + When from lessons released, + E sister Ellen, and + F for a Feast. + G for the Garden, + Where oft-time we play. + H you will find + In a field of sweet Hay. + I was an Inkstand, + Thrown over for fun. + J brother Joseph, + By whom it was done. + K is our Kitten, + Who plays with her tail, + L our maid Lucy + With milk in her pail. + M my kind Mother, + I love her so well. + N Mr Nobody + Nothing can tell. + O is an Ostrich, + So fine and so tall. + P a fine Peacock, + That sat on a wall. + Q was the Quarrel + 'Tween Pompey and Pug. + R is the Rose + In our small china jug. + S stands for Syllabub, + T for my Toys. + U my kind Uncle, + Who loves good girls and boys. + V is the Vulture, + Whom little birds dread. + W a Watch + That hangs ticking o'erhead. + X you may make + By two keys when they're crossed. + Y is a Youth + Whose time should not be lost. + The Alphabet now I nearly have said, + Zoological Gardens begin with a Z. + + + A stands for Age, and for Adam, and All. + B stands for Bullfinch, and Billy, and Ball. + C stands for Cat, and for Cherry, and Crumb. + D stands for Dog, and for David, and Drum. + E stands for Elephant, Edward, and East. + F stands for Fox, and for Fanny, and Feast. + G stands for Goat, and for George, and for Gold. + H stands for House, and for Henry, and Hold. + I stands for Indian, and Isaac, and Ill. + J stands for Jay, and for Jenny, and Jill. + K stands for Kissing, and Kitty, and Kine. + L stands for Lion, and Lucy, and Line. + M stands for Morning, for Mary, and Mote. + N stands for Nightingale, Noah, and Note. + O stands for Owl, and for Ox, and for Ounce. + P stands for Parson, and Peter, and Pounce. + Q stands for Quail, and Quarrel, and Quake. + R stands for Reading, for Rule, and for Rake. + S stands for Ship, and for Sam, and for Shop. + T stands for Tiger, for Thomas and Top. + U stands for Unicorn, Uncle, and Use. + V stands for Vulture, for Venice, and Views. + W stands for Waggon, for Wilful, and We. + X stands for Xiphias, the sword-fish, you see. + Y stands for Youth, for You, and for Year. + Z stands for Zany, that brings up the rear. + + + + + GAMES + + + LOOBY LOO + + Here we dance Looby Loo, + Here we dance Looby Light, + Here we dance Looby Loo, + All on a Saturday night. + + All your right hands in, + All your right hands out, + Shake your right hands a little a little, + And turn yourselves about. + Here we dance, etc. + + All your left hands in, + All your left hands out, + Shake your left hands a little a little, + And turn yourselves about. + Here we dance, etc. + + All your right feet in, + All your right feet out, + Shake your right feet a little a little, + And turn yourselves about. + Here we dance, etc. + + All your left feet in, + All your left feet out, + Shake your left feet a little a little, + And turn yourselves about. + Here we dance, etc. + + All your noddles in, + All your noddles out, + Shake all your noddles a little a little, + And turn yourselves about. + Here we dance, etc. + + Put all yourselves in, + Put all yourselves out, + Shake all yourselves a little a little, + And turn yourselves about. + Here we dance Looby Loo, + Here we dance Looby Light, + Here we dance Looby Loo, + All on a Saturday night. + + + Walking up the green grass, + A dusty dusty day, + Fair maids, and pretty maids, + As ever you did see. + Suppose a man'd die, + And leave his wife a widow, + The bells'd ring, and we should sing, + And all dance round together. + + + Oats and beans and barley grow, + Oats and beans and barley grow; + Do you, or I, or any one know, + How oats and beans and barley grow? + + First the farmer sows his seed, + Then he stands and takes his ease, + Stamps his feet, and claps his hands, + And turns him round to view the lands. + Yeo ho! Yeo ho! + + Waiting for a partner, + Waiting for a partner, + Open the ring, and send one in. + So now you're married you must obey, + You must be true to all you say; + You must be kind, you must be good, + And help your wife to chop the wood. + Yeo ho! Yeo ho! + + + STAFFORDSHIRE + + Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green, + The fairest damsel that ever was seen. + + O Mary, O Mary, your true love is dead! + He sent you a letter to turn round your head. + + O mother, O mother, do you think it is true? + O yes, O yes, and what shall I do? + + I'll wash you in milk, and dress you in silk, + And write down your name with a gold pen and ink. + + + SINGING GAME + + Rosy apple, lemon, and pear, + Bunch of roses she shall wear, + Gold and silver by her side, + Choose the one to be your bride. + Take her by the lily-white hand, + Lead her across the water, + Give her kisses, one, two, three, + Mrs Rose's daughter. + + + APPLE PIPS + + One I love, two I love, three I love, I say + Four I love with all my heart, five I cast away; + Six he loves, seven she loves, eight they both love; + Nine he comes, ten he tarries, + Eleven he courts, and twelve he marries. + + + SCOTTISH GAME SONG + + Here we go by jingo ring, + By jingo ring, by jingo ring, + Here we go by jingo ring, + And round about Mary matins sing. + + + Round the Maypole, + Trit, trit, trot! + See what a Maypole + We have got. + Fine and gay, + Trip away! + Happy in our new May-day. + + Gentlemen and ladies, + I wish you happy May, + We come to show the garland, + For 'tis the first of May. + + + Good-morning, lords and ladies, + It is the first of May. + We hope you'll view our garland, + It is so smart and gay. + I love my little brother, + And sister every day, + But I seem to love them better + In the merry month of May. + + + COUNTING-OUT RHYME + + One-ery, two-ery, tick-ery, ten, + Bobs of vinegar, gentlemen: + A bird in the air, + A fish in the sea, + A bonnie wee lassie come singing to thee, + One, two, three! + + + + + MISCELLANEOUS RHYMES + + + A SHROPSHIRE BALLAD + + It hails, it rains, in Merry-Cock land, + It hails, it rains, both great and small, + And all the little children in Merry-Cock land, + They have need to play at ball. + They toss'd the ball so high, + They toss'd the ball so low, + Amongst all the Jews' cattle, + And amongst the Jews below. + Out came one of the Jew's daughters, + Dressed all in green, + "Come my sweet Saluter, + And fetch the ball again." + "I durst not come, I must not come, + Unless all my little playfellows come along, + For if my mother sees me at the gate, + She'll cause my blood to fall." + She show'd me an apple as green as grass, + She show'd me a gay gold ring, + She show'd me a cherry as red as blood, + And so she entic'd me in. + She took me in the parlour, + She laid me down to sleep, + With a Bible at my head, + And a Testament at my feet. + And if my playfellows quere for me, + Tell them I am asleep. + + + I had a true love over the sea, + Parla me dixi dominee! + He sent me love tokens one, two, three, + With a rotrum potrum trumpitrorum, + Parla me dixi dominee! + + He sent me a book that none could read, + He sent me a web without a thread. + + He sent me a cherry without a stone, + He sent me a bird without a bone. + + How can there be a book that none can read? + How can there be a web without a thread? + + How can there be a cherry without a stone? + How can there be a bird without a bone? + + When the book's unwritten none can read; + When the web's in the fleece it has no thread. + + When the cherry's in the bloom it has no stone; + When the bird's in the egg it has no bone. + + With a rotrum potrum trumpitrorum, + Parla me dixi dominee! + + + DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVENOAKS + + Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree, + Seven swift sailing ships white upon the sea; + Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun; + Seven slim race-horses ready for a run; + Seven golden butterflies flitting overhead; + Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed; + Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them; + Seven round rainbows, with clouds to divide them; + Seven pretty little girls, with sugar on their lips; + Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips; + Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys; + Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys; + Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain; + With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again. + + + There was an old woman, and she liv'd in a shoe, + She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. + She crumm'd 'em some porridge without any bread; + And she borrow'd a beetle, and she knock'd 'em all o' th' head. + Then out went the old woman to bespeak 'em a coffin, + And when she came back she found 'em all a-loffeing. + + + There was an old woman drawn up in a basket, + Three or four times as high as the moon, + And where she was going I never did ask it, + But in her hand she carried a broom. + + + A broom! a broom! a broom! a broom! + That grows on yonder hill, + And blows with a yellow bloom, + Just like lemon peel. + Just like lemon peel, my boys, + To mix with our English beer, + And you shall drink it all up + While we do say Goliere! + Goliere! Goliere! Goliere! Goliere! + While we do say Goliere! + + + Dinty 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. + + + "Dinah, Dinah, + Go to China, + For oranges and tea; + Dolly is sick, + And wants them quick, + So skip across the sea!" + + + "Pudding _and_ pie!" + Said Jane, "O my!" + "Which would you rather?" + Said her father, + "Both!" cried Jane, + Quite bold and plain. + + + Ding dong! ding dong! + There goes the gong; + Dick, come along, + It's time for dinner. + Wash your face, + Take your place, + Where's your grace? + You little sinner! + + + When little Claude was naughty wunst + At dinner-time, an' said, + He wont say "Thank you!" to his Ma, + She maked him go to bed, + An' stay two hours an' not git up, + So when the clock struck Two, + Nen Claude says, "Thank you, Mr Clock, + I'm much obleeged to you!" + + + Tit-tat-toe! + My first go; + Three jolly butcher boys all in a row! + Stick one up, + Stick one down, + Stick one in the old man's burying-ground. + + + FOR A WILLOW PATTERN PLATE + + There's two birds flying high, + Here's a vessel sailing by; + Here's the bridge that they pass over, + Three little men going to Dover! + Here the stately castle stands, + Where lives the ruler of these lands; + Here's the tree with the apples on, + That's the fence that ends my song! + + + What way does the wind come? What way does he go? + He rides over the water, and over the snow, + Through wood and through vale, and o'er rocky height, + Which goat cannot climb, takes his sounding flight; + He tosses about in every bare tree, + As, if you look up, you plainly may see; + But how he will come, and whither he goes, + There's never a scholar in England knows. + + + TO BE WRITTEN IN A BOOK + + Give your attention as you read, + And frequent pauses take; + Think seriously; and take good heed + That you no dog's ears make. + + Don't wet the fingers as you turn + The pages one by one; + Never touch prints, observe: and learn + Each idle gait to shun. + + + TO BE WRITTEN IN A BOOK + + Small is the wren, + Black is the rook, + Great is the sinner + That steals this book. + + + SOMERSETSHIRE + + CHARM FOR TOOTHACHE, + TO BE WRITTEN AND WORN + + Peter sat on a marble stone, + When by here Jesus came aloan. + "Peter what is it makes you for to quake?" + "Lord Jesus, it is the toothake." + "Rise, Peter, and be heled." + + + Come, butter, come! + Come, butter, come! + Peter is at the gate + Waiting the butter and loaf, + Come, butter, come! + + + Jack and Jill went up the hill, + To fetch a pail of water, + Jack fell down and broke his crown, + And Jill came tumbling after. + + Up Jack got and home did trot, + As fast as he could caper, + Went to bed to mend his head, + With vinegar and brown paper. + + Jill came in and she did grin, + To see his paper plaster, + Mother vexed, did whip her next, + For causing Jack's disaster. + + + Little John Jig Jag, + Rode on a penny nag, + And went to Wigan to woo; + When he came to a beck + He fell and broke his neck, + Johnny, how dost thou now? + + + Little General Monk + Sat upon a trunk, + Eating a crust of bread; + There fell a hot coal, + And burnt in his clothes a hole, + Now little General Monk is dead. + + + SALISBURY CATHEDRAL + + As many days as in one year there be, + So many windows in this church you see. + As many marble pillars here appear, + As there are hours through the fleeting year. + As many gates as moons one here does view, + Strange tale to tell, but not more strange than true. + + + KENT + + God made man, and man made money. + God made the bees, and the bees made honey. + God made the cooks, and the cooks made pies. + God made a little boy, and he told lies. + God made the world, as round as a ball, + In jumps Satan, and spoils it all. + God made Satan, and Satan made sin, + God made a little hole to put Satan in. + + + Essex stiles, + Kentish miles, + Norfolk wiles, + Many men beguiles. + + + SOMERSET + + My grandmother had a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, + Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way, + If my grandmother had a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, + Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way, + Why shouldn't I have a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, + Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way? + + + LEICESTER + + My father died a month ago, + And left me all his riches; + A feather bed, a wooden leg, + And a pair of leather breeches. + A coffee pot without a spout, + A cup without a handle, + A 'bacco box without a lid, + And half a farthing candle. + + + ESSEX + + Here's good health + And a little wealth, + And a little house + And freedom, + And at the end + A little friend, + And little cause + To need 'im. + + + SUFFOLK + + Get up at four, and you'll have more. + Get up at five, and things'll thrive. + Get up at six, and things'll fix. + Get up at seven, and things'll go even. + Get up at eight, and that's too late. + Get up at nine, and that's no time. + Get up at ten, and go to bed again. + + + At ten a child, + At twenty wild, + At thirty tame if ever; + At forty wise, + At fifty rich, + At sixty good, or never. + + + THE SETTING OF THE SUN + + See where the sun sinks in the west, + His appointed race having run, + He says to man and beast: "Now rest, + Your toil and labour's done." + + So should each little girl and boy, + Perform their daily task; + Then would their parents dear, with joy, + Grant all good things they'd ask. + + + THE EAGLE AND THE OAK + + _Irish_ + + When you were an acorn on the tree top, + Then was I an eagle cock; + Now that you are a withered old block, + Still I am an eagle cock. + + + FLAX + + There's a garden that I ken, + Full of little gentlemen, + Little caps of blue they wear, + And green ribbons very fair. + + + Nettle out, dock in, + Dock remove the nettle sting. + In dock, out nettle, + Don't let the blood settle. + + + A litel grounde well tilled, + A litel house well filled, + A litel wife well willed, + Would make him live that were halfe killed. + + + Born of a Monday, + Fair in face; + Born of a Tuesday, + Full of God's grace; + Born of a Wednesday, + Merry and glad; + Born of a Thursday, + Sour and sad; + Born of a Friday, + Godly given; + Born of a Saturday, + Work for your living; + Born of a Sunday, + Never shall we want; + So there ends the week, + And there's an end on't. + + + Monday for health, + Tuesday for wealth, + Wednesday the best day of all; + Thursday for losses, + Friday for crosses, + Saturday no day at all. + + + Sunrise, breakfast; sun high, dinner; + Sundown, sup, makes a saint of a sinner. + + + Tom married a wife on Monday, + He got a stick on Tuesday, + He beat her well on Wednesday, + Sick was she on Thursday, + Dead was she on Friday, + Glad was Tom on Saturday, + To bury his wife on Sunday. + + + Little Goody Tidy + Was born on a Friday, + Was christened on a Saturday, + Ate roast beef on Sunday, + Was very well on Monday, + Was taken ill on Tuesday, + Sent for the doctor on Wednesday, + Died on Thursday. + So there's an end to little Goody Tidy. + + + Bobby Shaft is gone to sea, + With silver buckles at his knee, + When he comes home he'll marry me, + Pretty Bobby Shaft! + + Bobby Shaft is fat and fair, + Combing down his yellow hair; + He's my love for evermore, + Pretty Bobby Shaft! + + + A good child, a good child, + As I suppose you be, + Never laughed nor smiled + At the tickling of your knee. + + + Commodore Rogers was a brave man--exceedingly brave--particular; + He climbed up very high rocks--exceedingly high--perpendicular; + And what made this the more inexpressible, + These same rocks were quite inaccessible. + + + When I was a little boy, + I washed my mammie's dishes, + I put my finger in my eye, + And pulled out golden fishes. + + + Little King Boggen he built a fine hall, + Pye crust and pastry crust, that was the wall; + The windows were made of black puddings and white, + And slated with pancakes you ne'er saw the like. + + + A CHERRY + + _Galloway_ + + Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot, + A wee, wee man in a red, red coat, + A staff in his hand, and a stane in his throat, + Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot. + + + PERTH + + A penny for the chappin' stick,[C] + Tuppence for the theevil,[D] + That's the way the money goes, + Pop goes the weasel. + + [C] Used for pounding potatoes. + + [D] For stirring porridge. + + + Cocky-bendy's lying sick, + Guess ye what'll mend him? + Twenty kisses in a clout, + Lassie will ye send 'em? + + + Cherries a ha'penny a stick! + Come and pick! Come and pick! + Cherries! big as plums! + Who comes? Who comes? + + + Nanty, Panty, Jack-a-Dandy, + Stole a piece of sugar-candy, + From the grocer's shoppy-shop, + And away did hoppy-hop! + + + Lucy Locket lost her pocket, + Kitty Fisher found it, + Never a farthing was therein, + But little fishes drowned. + + + Riggity jig, riggity jig, + Who'll go to market to ride in a gig? + A fair little maid, and a nice little man, + Shall ride off to market as fast as they can. + + + Polly, put the kettle on, + And let's have tea! + Polly put the kettle on, + And we'll all have tea. + + + Mr Mason bought a basin, + Mr Rice asked the price, + Mr Hicks fell in his tricks, + And bounced the basin on the bricks. + + + GRAVESEND + + Hab can nab, + The two-pound crab, + The twopenny ha'penny lobster, + Trot over to France, + To see the cat dance, + And could not come back to his master. + + + DORSET + + I've come a-shrovin' + Vor a little pankaik + A bit of bread o' your baikin', + Or a little truckle cheese o' your maikin', + If you'll gie me a little I'll ax no more, + If you don't gie me nothin' I'll rottle your door. + + + As I was going along, long, long, + Singing a comical song, song, song, + The way that I went was so long, long, long, + And the song that I sang was as long, long, long, + And so I went singing along. + + + What's in the cupboard? + Says Mr Hubbard. + A knuckle of veal, + Says Mr Beal. + Is that all? + Says Mr Ball. + And enough too, + Says Mr Glue; + And away they all flew. + + + Won't be my father's Jack, + Won't be my mother's Gill; + I will be the fiddler's wife, + And have music when I will. + T'other little tune, + T'other little tune; + Pr'ythee, love, play me + T'other little tune. + + + Daddy Neptune one day to Freedom did say: + "If ever I lived upon dry land, + The spot I should hit on would be little Britain," + Says Freedom: "Why, that's my own island! + Oh, it's a snug little island, + A right little, tight little island, + Search all the globe round, there's none can be found + So happy as this little island!" + + + Did you ever see the Devil, + With his little spade and shovel, + Digging 'taties by the dozen + With his tail cocked up? + + + The man in the moon as hard as your hat, + He stole some bushes out of a gap, + If he'd went by, and let 'em alie, + He'd never been man in the moon so high. + + + One to make ready, + Two to prepare, + Three to be off, + And four to be there. + + + Rum-ti-tum-tum, + The soldiers are come, + With a great piece of beef, + And a bottle of rum. + + + If wishes were horses, + Beggars would ride, + And all the world + Be drowned in pride. + + + First take an old woman and toast her, + And then rub her over with cheese, + Then lay her out on a frosty night, + And ten to one but she'll freeze; + Next, bring her in in the morning, + And rub her all over with straw, + Then lay her down by a good coal fire, + And ten to one but she'll thaw. + + + "Fire! fire!" says the Crier, + "Where? where?" says Lord Mayor. + "In the town," says Billy Brown. + "Has it done much damage?" says Billy Cabbage. + "Only burnt a few fellows," says Billy Bellows, + "Is that all?" says Billy Ball. + "Yes, and plenty, too," says Billy Blue. + + + To market ride the gentlemen, + So do we, so do we; + Then comes the country clown, + Hobbledy gee! hobbledy gee! + First go to the ladies, nim, nim, nim! + Next comes the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim! + Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot! + + + LEICESTERSHIRE RIME + + If all the waters was wan sea, + And all the trees was wan tree, + And this here tree should fall into that there sea, + Moy, sirs! what a splish-splash there'd be! + + + He that will fish for a Lancashire lad, + At any time or tide, + Must bait his hook with a good egg py, + Or an apple with a red side. + + + ESSEX + + Gaffer Grey one summer day, + Was digging in the garden, + Beneath a stone he found a bone, + And in the bone a farden. + + + ESSEX + + Pink and white's the lad's delight, + Blue and white they follow, + Green and white's forsaken quite, + The devil take the yellow! + + + Julius Caesar made a law, + Augustus Caesar signed it, + That every one that made a sneeze + Should run away and find it. + + + There was a man and his name was Cob; + He had a wife and her name was Mob; + He had a dog and his name was Bob; + She had a cat and her name was Chitterbob; + "Bob," says Cob, + "Chitterbob," says Mob, + Cob's dog was Bob, + Mob's cat was Chitterbob, + Cob, Mob, Bob, and Chitterbob. + + + DRIVING MAXIMS + + Up the hill urge him not; + Down the hill drive him not; + Cross the flat spare him not; + To the hostler trust him not. + + + IRISH SONG + + _My Land_ + + She is a rich and rare land! + Oh! she's a fresh and fair land! + She is a dear and rare land, + This native land of mine. + + No men than her's are braver, + Her women's hearts ne'er waver; + I'd freely die to save her, + And think my lot divine. + + She's not a dull or cold land, + No! she's a warm and bold land, + Oh! she's a true and old land, + This native land of mine. + + Oh! she's a fresh and fair land, + Oh! she's a true and rare land, + Yes! she's a rare and fair land, + This native land of mine. + + + + + INDEX OF FIRST LINES + + + Page + A baby was sleeping 32 + About the seasons 22 + A blue and white sky 4 + A bushel of March dust 1 + A Cheshire man 37 + A cold April 1 + Adam lay 36 + Adam was supposed 36 + A Friday dream 7 + A good child 112 + A litel grounde 109 + And so you do not 46 + An old story 78 + A peacock picked 77 + A penny for the chappin' stick 113 + April, June 12 + A robin and a titter-wren 74 + A robin red-breast 5 + A skylark wounded 5 + A stands for Age 88 + A stands for Apple 87 + As I sat under 10 + As I was going along 115 + As I was going to Derby 52 + As many days 105 + A shower of rain 2 + As Tommy 50 + A superstition prevails 32 + At Easter let your clothes 2 + At ten a child 108 + Autumn wheezy 9 + A wet Good Friday 2 + + Baby, baby 30 + Baby cry 25 + Bishop, Bishop 83 + Bobby Shaft 111 + Born of a Monday 110 + + Cherries a ha'penny 113 + Clemany, Clemany 16 + Cocky-bendy 113 + Come, butter, come 104 + Come, my little Robert 43 + Commodore Rogers 112 + Cooing, cooing 81 + Cuckoo oats 2 + + Daddy Neptune 116 + Dance a baby 29 + Dicky bird 73 + Did you ever see 117 + Dinah, Dinah 100 + Ding dong 101 + Dinty diddledy 100 + Dragon fly 82 + Dusky sister 81 + + Eat an apple 7 + Eat, birds, eat 75 + Essex stiles 106 + + Farmers' wives 3 + February borrowed 15 + February fill the dyke 15 + Find odd-leaved ash 7 + "Fire! fire!" 118 + First take an old woman 118 + Five score 6 + Friday's a day 4 + + Gaffer Grey 119 + Get up at four 107 + Give your attention 103 + God made man 106 + Go not down 80 + Good day, Miss Cat 57 + Good-morning, lords 94 + Green gravel 92 + Great A 86 + + Hab can nab 115 + Hark! the night winds 34 + He that will fish 119 + Here is puss 60 + Here a little child 40 + Here's good health 107 + Here we come 11 + Here we dance 90 + Here we go 94 + He who shall hurt 5 + "Ho! Johnnie!" 64 + Horatio 45 + Hush, hush, hush 25 + Hush ye 23 + + I do not like 40 + If all the waters 119 + If apples bloom 18 + If Christmas Day 3, 3, 12 + If ducks do slide 13 + If Janiveer 1 + If New Year's Eve 13 + If Saturday's moon 12 + If the cat 5 + If the evening's red 20 + If the grass grow 1 + If wishes were horses 118 + If you want 5 + I had a little 63 + I had a true love 97 + I left my bairnie 39 + In April 76 + Into woods 70 + I rent my shirt 14 + I see the moon 7 + It hails, it rains 96 + I've come a shrovin' 115 + It happened that 85 + I will sing you a song 75 + + January brings 8 + Jack and Jill 104 + Jack Sprat 55 + January 22nd 13 + Julius Caesar 120 + Juwa, Juwa 30 + + King Grin 7 + Knit, Dorothy 48 + + Lady-bird 84 + Lady, Lady Lanners 83 + Leedle! leedle! 57 + "Let us go to the wood" 63 + Little General Monk 105 + Little Goody Tidy 111 + Little John Jig Jag 105 + Little King Boggen 112 + Little lamb 51 + Little Mary 51 + Little Willie from his mirror 45 + Lords and knights 81 + Lucy Locket 114 + + March he sits 76 + Maria had an aunt 47 + Monday for health 110 + Most parts of the cow 60 + Mr Mason 114 + My child 41 + My father died 107 + My grandmother 106 + + Nanty, Panty 114 + Nettle out 109 + Next to the Lion 6 + Now we must name 58 + + Oak before ash 15 + Oats and beans 92 + Observe which way 69 + O can ye sew cushions 25 + O hush thee 28 + One I love 93 + One-ery, two-ery 95 + One to make ready 117 + One, two, three 82 + Our Lord forth raide 69 + Oh, we have had 48 + + Parson Peard 77 + Peter sat 104 + Pink and white's 120 + Polly, put the kettle on 114 + Poor dog Bright 68 + "Pudding and pie!" 101 + Pussy-cat high 57 + Pussy-cat Mole 57 + Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat 58 + Pussy sat upon a wall 56 + + Rain, rain, go away 19 + Rain, rain, go to Spain 4 + Rain, rain, rattle stone 4 + Rainbow, rainbow 20 + Red sky at night 4 + Remember, remember 14 + Remember in St Vincent's 13 + Riddle me, riddle me 113 + Riggity-jig 114 + Robin, robin red-breast 75 + Rosy apple 93 + Round the Maypole 94 + Rum-ti-tum-tum 117 + + Said an ape 78 + St Thomas gray 3 + Saturday new 4 + See the little rabbits 70 + See where the sun 108 + Seven sweet singing birds 98 + She is a rich and rare 121 + Sleep, baby, sleep 31, 33 + Small is the wren 103 + Spring, the sweet spring 17 + Sound the flute 18 + Sunshine and rain 2 + Sunrise breakfast 110 + Sweet Amaryllis 79 + + The babe was in the cradle 49 + The beggar's dog 5 + The cock did say 78 + The cow has a horn 61 + The fox looked out 68 + The man in the moon 117 + The martin 6 + The moon and the weather 9 + There was a man 120 + There was a piper 62 + There was a thing 21 + There's a garden 109 + There was an old woman 99 + There was one little Jim 42 + There were three jovial 38 + There's two birds 102 + The rainbow 20 + The robin and the 74 + The robin red-breast 74 + The rose is red 10 + The wanton boy 5 + Three cats sat 59 + The west wind 21 + The wind at north 21 + This is my birthday 40 + Through storm and wind 18 + 'Tis like to be 2 + 'Tis time to cock 3 + Tit-tat-toe 102 + To market ride 119 + Tom married a wife 111 + 'Tween Martinmas 3 + + Under the furze 7 + Up the hill 121 + + Vlee away 76 + + Walking up 91 + What bird so sings 75 + Where hae ye been 24 + What is she doing 59 + What's in the cupboard 110 + What way does the wind 102 + When Adam dolve 7 + When Adam he first 35 + When I was a little 112 + When little birdie 28 + When little Claude 101 + When the cuckoo 76 + When the moon 16 + When the weirling 77 + When you were an acorn 109 + Wherefore wash you 56 + White for right 6 + Who'll gu 73 + Whose little pigs 63 + Whoso does the wren's 6 + Why, I cannot tell 20 + "Will ye go to the wood?" 71 + Winter thunder 1, 16 + Won't be my father's 116 + Wynken, Blynken 26 + + + Printed at + The Edinburgh Press + 9 & 11 Young Street + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Rhymes Old and New, by M.E.S. 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