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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of National Rhymes of the Nursery, by Various
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+Title: National Rhymes of the Nursery
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+Author: Various
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+Illustrator: Gordon Browne
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+Release Date: July 10, 2011 [EBook #36685]
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+Language: English
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+    NATIONAL RHYMES OF THE NURSERY
+
+    [Illustration: "Ride a cock horse."--_Page 70._]
+
+
+
+
+    NATIONAL RHYMES OF THE NURSERY
+
+
+    [Illustration: WITH INTRODUCTION BY GEORGE SAINTSBURY
+                   AND DRAWINGS BY GORDON BROWNE
+                   LONDON
+                   WELLS, GARDNER, DARTON & Co.
+                   PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, E.C.]
+
+    [Illustration: INTRODUCTION]
+
+It is a good many years since Peacock, in one of those curiously
+ill-tempered and not particularly happy attacks on the Lake poets, with
+which he chose to diversify his earlier novels, conceived, as an
+ornament of "Mainchance Villa," a grand allegorical picture, depicting
+the most famous characters of English Nursery Tales, Rhymes,
+&c.--Margery Daw, Jack and Jill, the other Jack who built the House, the
+chief figures of "that sublime strain of immortal genius" called
+_Dickory Dock_, and the third Jack, Horner, eating a symbolic Christmas
+pie. At the date of _Melincourt_, in which this occurs, its even then
+admirable author was apt to shoot his arrows rather at a venture; and it
+may be hoped, without too much rashness, that he did not mean to speak
+disrespectfully of the "sublime strain of immortal genius" itself, but
+only of what he thought Wordsworth's corrupt following of that and
+similar things.
+
+Nevertheless, if he had lived a little longer, or if (for he lived quite
+long enough) he had been in the mind for such game, he might have found
+fresh varieties of it in certain more modern handlings of the same
+subject. Since the Brothers Grimm founded modern folklore, it has
+required considerable courage to approach nursery songs and nursery
+tales in any but a spirit of the severest "scientism," which I presume
+to be the proper form for the method of those who call themselves
+"scientists." We have not only had investigations--some of them by no
+means unfruitful or uninteresting investigations--into certain things
+which are, or may be, the originals of these artless compositions in
+history or in popular manners. We have not only had some of their queer
+verbal jingles twisted back again into what may have been an articulate
+and authentic meaning. I do not know that many of them have been made
+out to be sun-myths; but that yesterday popular, to-day rather
+discredited, system of exposition is very evidently as applicable to
+them as to anything else. The older variety of mystical and moral
+interpretation having gone out of fashion before they had emerged from
+the contempt of the learned, it has not been much applied to them,
+though the temptation is great, for, as King Charles observes in
+"Woodstock," most things in the world remind one of the tales of Mother
+Goose.
+
+But the most special attentions that nursery rhymes have received have,
+perhaps, taken the form of the elaborate and ingenious divisions
+attempted by Halliwell and others. Indeed, something of the kind has
+been so common that the absence here of anything similar may excite some
+surprise, and look like disrespect to a scientific age. The omission,
+however, is designed, and a reason or two may be rendered for it.
+Halliwell (to take the most generally known instance) has no less than
+seventeen compartments in which he stows remorselessly these "things
+that are old and pretty," to apply to them a phrase that Lamb loved.
+There are, it seems, historical nursery rhymes, literal nursery rhymes;
+nursery rhymes narrative, proverbial, scholastic, lyrical, riddlesome;
+rhymes dealing with charms, with gaffers and gammers, with games, with
+paradoxes, with lullabies, with jingles, with love and matrimony, with
+natural (I wish he had called it unnatural) history, with accumulative
+stories, with localities, with relics. It may be permitted to cry "Mercy
+on us," when one thinks of the poor little wildings, so full of nature
+and, if not ignorant of art, of an art so cunningly concealed, being
+subjected to the trimmings and torturings of the _Ars Topiaria_ after
+this fashion. The division is clearly arbitrary and non-natural; it is
+often what logicians very properly object to as a "cross"-division; it
+leads to the inclusion of many things which are not properly nursery
+rhymes at all; and it necessitates, or at least gives occasion to, a
+vast amount of idle talk. For instance, take King Arthur, this way, that
+way, which way you please: as a hero of history, as a great central
+figure of romance, or even (I grieve to say a learned friend of mine is
+wont to speak of him so) as a "West-Welsh thief." Are we called upon in
+the very slightest degree to connect any of these Arthurs with the
+artist of the bag-pudding? to discuss what was the material that Queen
+Guinevere preferred for frying, and to select the most probable
+"noblemen" from the Table Round? Does anybody, except as a rather
+ponderous joke, care to discuss whether King Cole was really father of
+Constantine's mother, and had anything to do with Colchester? Though it
+may be admitted that a "Colchester carpet-bag," that is to say, a very
+thick steak all but sliced through and stuffed with oysters, would
+probably not have been unacceptable to the monarch as a preliminary to
+the bowl.
+
+The simple fact seems to be, that one of Halliwell's
+partitions--"jingles"--will do for the whole seventeen, and do a great
+deal better than the other sixteen of them. It may be perfectly true
+that most of the things indicated in these class-names supplied, in this
+case and that, basis for the jingle, starting-points, texts, and so
+forth. But all genuine nursery rhymes (even in fragments such as
+"Martin Swart and his men, Sodledum [saddle them], sodledum," if it is
+genuine, and others where definite history comes in) have never become
+nursery rhymes until the historical fact has been practically forgotten
+by those who used them, and nothing but the metrical and musical
+attraction remains. Some of the alphabet and number rhymes may possibly
+(it is sad to have to confess it) have been composed with a deliberate
+purpose of instruction; but it is noticeable that these have never
+become quite the genuine thing, except in cases such as--
+
+    "Big A, little a, bouncing B,
+    The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see,"
+
+where the subtle tendency to nonsense takes the weak intention of sense
+on its back as a fox does a chicken and runs right away with it. Again,
+it would be rash to say that it is impossible to make out popular
+customs and popular beliefs from these texts. But it is quite certain
+that they have for the most part left the customs and the beliefs a long
+way behind them, that these things are, to vary the metaphor, merely in
+palimpsest relation to the present purport and contents of the rhymes.
+
+Perhaps, therefore, while not grudging folklorists their perquisitions
+in this delightful region, and while acknowledging that there are many
+interesting things to be found out by them in it, we may be permitted to
+look at nursery rhymes from a rather different point of view. And from
+this point it will not, I think, be fanciful to see in them, to a great
+extent, the poetical appeal of sound as opposed to that of meaning
+expressed in its simplest and most unmistakable terms. We shall find in
+these pieces the two special pillars of all modern poetry, alliteration
+and rhyme, or at least assonance, which is only rhyme undeveloped. And
+we shall find something else, which I venture to call the attraction of
+the inarticulate. It is not necessary to take the cynical sense of the
+famous saying, that language was given to man to conceal his thoughts,
+in order to admit that in moments of more intense and genuine feeling,
+if not of thought, he does not as a rule use or at least confine himself
+to articulate speech. If the "little language" of mothers to babies be
+set down to a supposition that the object addressed does not understand,
+that will hardly explain the other "little language" of lovers to
+lovers, which has a tendency to be nearly as inarticulate as a
+cradle-song, and quite as corruptive of dictionary speech as a nursery
+rhyme. In the very stammering of rage there may be thought to be
+something more than a simple inability to choose between words; and in
+the moaning of sorrow something more than an inability to find suitable
+expression. All children--and children, as somebody (I forget who he
+was, but he was a wise man) has said, are usually very clever people
+till they get spoilt--fall naturally, long after they are quite able to
+express themselves as it is called rationally, into a sort of pleasant
+gibberish when they are alone and pleased, or even displeased. And I
+dare say that a fair number of very considerably grown-up folk, who have
+not only come to the legal years of discretion but to the poetical age
+of wisdom, do the like now and then.
+
+    "As one walks by oneself,
+    And talks to oneself,"
+
+by the seaside or on a lonely country road, it must be a not infrequent
+experience of most people that one frequently falls into pure jingle and
+nonsense-verse of the nursery kind. In fact, it must have happened to
+more people than one, or one thousand, by the malice of a sudden corner
+or the like, to have been caught doing so to their great confusion, and
+to the comfortable conviction of the other party that he has met with
+an escaped lunatic.
+
+I should myself, though I may not carry many people with me, go farther
+than this and say that this "attraction of the inarticulate," this
+allurement of mere sound and sequence, has a great deal more to do than
+is generally thought with the charm of the very highest poetry, and that
+no merely valuable thought presented without this accompaniment can
+possibly affect us as it does when it summons to its aid such concert of
+vowels and consonants as--
+
+                    "Peace! peace!
+    Dost thou not see my baby at my breast
+    That sucks the nurse asleep?"
+
+or as--
+
+    "Quærens me sedisti lassus,
+    Redemisti crucem passus;
+    Tantus labor non sit cassus!"
+
+In the best nursery rhymes, as in the simpler and more genuine ballads
+which have so close a connection with them, we find this attraction of
+the inarticulate--this charm of pure sound, this utilising of
+alliteration and rhyme and assonance, and the cunning juxtaposition now
+of similar, now of contrary vowels--not in a passionate, but in a frank
+and simple form. Many of them probably, some of them certainly, had, as
+has been said, a definite meaning once, and we may attend to the
+folklorist as he expounds what it was or may have been; but for the most
+part they have very victoriously got the better of that meaning, have
+bid it, in their own lingo, "go to Spain," without the slightest
+meditation or back-thought whether Spain is the proper place for it or
+not. In that particular _locus classicus_ "Spain" rhymes to "rain," and
+that is not merely the chief and principal, but the absolutely
+all-sufficient thing. So, too, there is no doubt a most learned
+explanation of the jargon (variously given and spelt)--
+
+    "Hotum-potum, paradise tantum, perry-merry-dictum, domaree,"
+
+at which a friend of mine used to laugh consumedly, declaring that this
+cavalier coupling of "paradise _tantum_" "_only_ paradise," was the
+nicest thing he knew. But the people who mellowed it into that form, and
+recited it afterwards, never cared one scrap for the meaning. They had
+got it into a pleasant jingle of vowels, a desirable sequence of
+consonants, and a good swing of cadence, and that was enough. When
+"Curlylocks" is invited to be "mine" by the promise "thou shalt sew a
+fine seam," does anybody suppose that this housewifely operation was
+much more (it may have been a little more) of a bait to the Curlylocks
+of those days than to the Curlylocks of these? Not at all. "Sew" and
+"seam" went naturally together, they made a pleasing alliteration, and
+the latter word rhymed to "cream," of which the Curlylocks of all days
+has been not unusually fond.
+
+Not, of course, that there is not much wit and much wisdom, much
+picturesqueness and not a little pathos in our rhymes. All good men have
+justly admired these qualities in "Sing a Song of Sixpence" and
+"Ding-dong Bell," in "Margery Daw" and "Who Killed Cock Robin?" I rather
+suspect the wicked literary man of having more to do than genuine
+popular sentiment with the delightful progress and ending of "There was
+a Little Boy and a Little Girl." But the undoubtedly genuine notes are
+numerous enough and various enough, from that previously mentioned and
+admirable thrift of good King Arthur, or rather of Queen Guinevere (from
+whom, according to naughty romancers, we should have less expected it),
+to the sound common-sense of "Three Children;" from the decorative
+convention of "Little Boy Blue" to the arabesque and even grotesque of
+"Hey-diddle-diddle."
+
+But I shall still contend that the main, the pervading, the
+characteristic attraction of them lies in their musical accompaniment of
+purely senseless sound, in their rhythm, rhyme, jingle, refrain, and the
+like, in the simplicity and freshness of their modulated form. For thus
+they serve as anthems and doxologies to the goddess whom in this context
+it is not satirical to call "_Divine_ Nonsensia," who still in all lands
+and times condescends now and then to unbind the burden of meaning from
+the backs and brains of men, and lets them rejoice once more in pure,
+natural, senseless sound.
+
+                                             GEORGE SAINTSBURY.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: INDEX TO FIRST LINES]
+
+
+    A carrion crow sat on an oak
+
+    A diller, a dollar
+
+    A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare
+
+    A frog he would a-wooing go
+
+    A gentleman of good account
+
+    A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree
+
+    A long-tailed pig, and a short-tailed pig
+
+    A man of words and not of deeds
+
+    An apple pie, when it looks nice
+
+    A nick and a nock
+
+    An old woman was sweeping her house
+
+    A pie sate on a pear-tree
+
+    Around the green gravel the grass grows green
+
+    As I walked by myself
+
+    As I was a-going by a little pig-sty
+
+    As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge
+
+    As I was going to sell my eggs
+
+    As I was going to St. Ives
+
+    As I was going up Pippen Hill
+
+    As little Jenny Wren
+
+    As soft as silk, as white as milk
+
+    A swarm of bees in May
+
+    A was an apple-pie
+
+    A was an archer, and shot at a frog
+
+    Baa, baa, black sheep
+
+    Barber, barber, shave a pig
+
+    Bat, bat
+
+    Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
+
+    Billy, Billy, come and play
+
+    Bless you, bless you, burny-bee
+
+    Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go
+
+    Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea
+
+    Bow, wow, says the dog
+
+    Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother
+
+    Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear
+
+    Buttons a farthing a pair
+
+    Bye, baby bunting
+
+    Charley, Charley, stole the barley
+
+    Cherries are ripe
+
+    Cock a doodle doo
+
+    Cold and raw the north wind doth blow
+
+    Come, let's to bed
+
+    Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste
+
+    "Croak!" said the toad, "I'm hungry, I think"
+
+    Cross patch
+
+    Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
+
+    Cushy cow bonny
+
+    Cut them on Monday
+
+    Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town
+
+    Dame Trot and her cat
+
+    Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
+
+    Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty
+
+    Ding, dong bell
+
+    Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid
+
+    Doctor Faustus was a good man
+
+    Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster
+
+    Early to bed, and early to rise
+
+    Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess
+
+    Elsie Marley is grown so fine
+
+    For every evil under the sun
+
+    For want of a nail, the shoe was lost
+
+    Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail
+
+    Gay go up and gay go down
+
+    Girls and boys, come out to play
+
+    God bless the master of this house
+
+    Good people all, of every sort
+
+    Goosey, goosey, gander
+
+    Great A, little A
+
+    Handy-Spandy, Jack-a-dandy
+
+    Hark, hark
+
+    Have you seen the old woman of Banbury Cross
+
+    He loves me
+
+    Hector Protector was dressed all in green
+
+    Here a little child I stand
+
+    Here comes a poor widow from Babylon
+
+    Here's Sulky Sue
+
+    He that would thrive
+
+    Hey! diddle, diddle
+
+    Hey ding-a-ding
+
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten
+
+    Hickety, pickety, my black hen
+
+    Hickory, Dickory, Dock
+
+    Higgledy piggledy
+
+    Hot-cross Buns!
+
+    How do you do, neighbour?
+
+    How many miles is it to Babylon?
+
+    Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall
+
+    Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top
+
+    Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry
+
+    I am a gold lock
+
+    I do not like thee, Doctor Fell
+
+    If all the world were water
+
+    If I'd as much money as I could spend
+
+    I had a little castle
+
+    I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen
+
+    I had a little husband
+
+    I had a little moppet
+
+    I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
+
+    I had a little pony
+
+    I had four brothers over the sea
+
+    I have seen you, little mouse
+
+    I like little pussy, her coat is so warm
+
+    I'll tell you a story
+
+    I love my love with an A, because he's agreeable
+
+    I love you well, my little brother
+
+    In Egypt was a dragon dire
+
+    In marble walls as white as milk
+
+    I saw a ship a-sailing
+
+    I saw three ships come sailing by
+
+    Is John Smith within?
+
+    I will sing you a song
+
+    Jack and Jill went up the hill
+
+    Jack Jingle went 'prentice
+
+    Jack Sprat
+
+    Jack Sprat could eat no fat
+
+    Jack Sprat's pig
+
+    Jacky, come give me my fiddle
+
+    January brings the snow
+
+    Jenny Wren fell sick
+
+    Jocky was a piper's son
+
+    John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!
+
+    John Gilpin was a citizen
+
+    Johnny Pringle had a little pig
+
+    Johnny shall have a new bonnet
+
+    Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home
+
+    Lavender blue and rosemary green
+
+    "Let us go to the woods," says Richard to Robin
+
+    "Let us go to the wood," says this pig
+
+    Little Betty Blue
+
+    Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep
+
+    Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books
+
+    Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn
+
+    Little Jack Horner
+
+    Little Miss Muffet
+
+    Little Nancy Etticoat
+
+    Little Polly Flinders
+
+    Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree
+
+    Little Tommy Tittlemouse
+
+    Little Tom Tucker
+
+    London Bridge is broken down
+
+    Lucy Locket
+
+    Mary had a pretty bird
+
+    Mary, Mary, quite contrary
+
+    Master I have, and I am his man
+
+    Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring
+
+    Monday alone
+
+    Monday's bairn is fair of face
+
+    Multiplication is vexation
+
+    My father he died, but I can't tell you how
+
+    My lady Wind, my lady Wind
+
+    Needles and pins, needles and pins
+
+    Nose, nose, jolly red nose
+
+    Now what do you think
+
+    Oh, what have you got for dinner?
+
+    Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
+
+    Old King Cole
+
+    Old Mother Goose
+
+    Old Mother Hubbard
+
+    On Christmas Eve I turned the spit
+
+    One, he loves
+
+    One misty moisty morning
+
+    One old Oxford ox opening oysters
+
+    One, two, buckle my shoe
+
+    One, two, three, four, five
+
+    Over the water, and over the lea
+
+    Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+
+    Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold
+
+    Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper
+
+    Please to remember
+
+    Polly, put the kettle on
+
+    Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+
+    Punch and Judy
+
+    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
+
+    Pussy sits beside the fire
+
+    Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun
+
+    Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!
+
+    Rain, rain, go away
+
+    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross
+
+    Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride
+
+    Robert Barnes, fellow fine
+
+    Robin-a-Bobbin bent his bow
+
+    Robin the Bobbin, the big bouncing Ben
+
+    Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green
+
+    Rub-a-dub-dub
+
+    Says A, Give me a good large slice
+
+    See, Saw, Margery Daw
+
+    See-saw, sacaradown
+
+    Simple Simon met a pieman
+
+    Sing a song of sixpence
+
+    Six little mice sat down to spin
+
+    Snail, snail, come out of your hole
+
+    Solomon Grundy
+
+    St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain
+
+    Sukey, you shall be my wife
+
+    Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief
+
+    Tell-Tale-Tit
+
+    The cock's on the housetop
+
+    The cuckoo's a fine bird
+
+    The Dog will come when he is called
+
+    The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
+
+    The fox and his wife they had a great strife
+
+    The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain
+
+    The Hart he loves the high wood
+
+    The King of France went up the hill
+
+    The lion and the unicorn
+
+    The man in the moon
+
+    The man in the wilderness asked me
+
+    The north wind doth blow
+
+    The Queen of Hearts
+
+    The rose is red, the violet blue
+
+    There once were two cats
+
+    There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile
+
+    There was a jolly miller
+
+    There was a jovial beggar
+
+    There was a lady loved a swine
+
+    There was a little boy and a little girl
+
+    There was a little boy went into a barn
+
+    There was a little Guinea-pig
+
+    There was a little man
+
+    There was a little man, and he had a little gun
+
+    There was a little woman, as I've been told
+
+    There was a man, and he had naught
+
+    There was a man of Newington
+
+    There was a monkey climb'd up a tree
+
+    There was a piper had a cow
+
+    There was an old woman, and what do you think?
+
+    There was an old woman, as I've heard tell
+
+    There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all
+
+    There was an old woman had three sons
+
+    There was an old woman lived under a hill
+
+    There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
+
+    There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
+
+    There were three jovial Welshmen
+
+    There were two blackbirds
+
+    There's a neat little clock
+
+    Thirty days hath September
+
+    This is the death of little Jenny Wren
+
+    This is the house that Jack built
+
+    This is the way the ladies ride
+
+    This little pig went to market
+
+    Three blind mice, see how they run!
+
+    Three children sliding on the ice
+
+    Three little kittens
+
+    Three wise men of Gotham
+
+    Tinker, tailor
+
+    Tit, tat, toe
+
+    To market, to market, to buy a plum bun
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son
+
+    Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee
+
+    Twinkle, twinkle, little star
+
+    Two legs sat upon three legs
+
+    Two little kittens, one stormy night
+
+    Up hill and down dale
+
+    Upon St. Paul's steeple
+
+    Wash me and comb me
+
+    We are three brethren out of Spain
+
+    Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
+
+    What are little boys made of, made of?
+
+    What is the news of the day?
+
+    When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist
+
+    When good King Arthur ruled this land
+
+    When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself
+
+    When I was a little boy
+
+    When little Fred
+
+    When the wind is in the east
+
+    "Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
+
+    Where have you been all the day?
+
+    Where should a baby rest?
+
+    Who killed Cock Robin?
+
+    Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+
+    "Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly
+
+    Yankee Doodle went to town
+
+    Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see
+
+    Young Lambs to sell!
+
+
+
+
+    National Rhymes of the Nursery
+
+
+  _Old King Cole_
+
+    Old King Cole
+    Was a merry old soul,
+    And a merry old soul was he;
+    He called for his pipe,
+    And he called for his bowl,
+    And he called for his fiddlers three.
+
+    Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
+    And a very fine fiddle had he;
+    Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
+    Oh, there's none so rare,
+    As can compare
+    With King Cole and his fiddlers three!
+
+
+  _Lock and Key_
+
+    I am a gold lock.
+    I am a gold key.
+    I am a silver lock.
+    I am a silver key.
+    I am a brass lock.
+    I am a brass key.
+    I am a lead lock.
+    I am a lead key.
+    I am a monk lock.
+    I am a monk key!
+
+
+  _The days of the month_
+
+    Thirty days hath September,
+    April, June, and November;
+    February has twenty-eight alone,
+    All the rest have thirty-one,
+    Excepting leap-year, that's the time
+    When February's days are twenty-nine.
+
+    [Illustration: THE LION AND THE UNICORN.]
+
+    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,
+      And some gave them brown;
+    Some gave them plum-cake,
+      And sent them out of town.
+
+    [Illustration: My Lady Wind]
+
+    My lady Wind, my lady Wind,
+    Went round about the house to find
+      A chink to get her foot in:
+    She tried the key-hole in the door,
+    She tried the crevice in the floor,
+      And drove the chimney soot in.
+
+    And then one night when it was dark,
+    She blew up such a tiny spark,
+      That all the house was pothered:
+    From it she raised up such a flame,
+    As flamed away to Belting Lane,
+      And White Cross folks were smothered.
+
+    And thus when once, my little dears,
+    A whisper reaches itching ears,
+      The same will come, you'll find:
+    Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
+    Remember what old nurse has sung
+      Of busy lady Wind!
+
+    [Illustration: WHEN GOOD KING ARTHUR RULED THIS LAND]
+
+    When good King Arthur ruled this land,
+      He was a goodly king;
+    He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
+      To make a bag-pudding.
+
+    A bag-pudding the king did make,
+      And stuff'd it well with plums:
+    And in it put great lumps of fat,
+      As big as my two thumbs.
+
+    The king and queen did eat thereof,
+      And noblemen beside;
+    And what they could not eat that night,
+      The queen next morning fried.
+
+
+  _There was a monkey_
+
+    There was a monkey climb'd up a tree,
+    When he fell down, then down fell he.
+
+    There was a crow sat on a stone,
+    When he was gone, then there was none.
+
+    There was an old wife did eat an apple,
+    When she had ate two, she had ate a couple.
+
+    There was a horse going to the mill,
+    When he went on, he stood not still.
+
+    There was a butcher cut his thumb,
+    When it did bleed, then blood did come.
+
+    There was a lackey ran a race,
+    When he ran fast, he ran apace.
+
+    There was a cobbler clowting shoon,
+    When they were mended, they were done.
+
+    There was a chandler making candle,
+    When he them strip, he did them handle.
+
+    There was a navy went into Spain,
+    When it return'd, it came again.
+
+
+  _John Cook_
+
+    John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!
+    Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare: he, haw, hum!
+
+    John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!
+    And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!
+
+    John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!
+    His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!
+
+    The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!
+    If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!
+
+
+  _A diller, a dollar_
+
+    A diller, a dollar,
+    A ten o'clock scholar,
+    What makes you come so soon?
+    You used to come at ten o'clock,
+    But now you come at noon.
+
+    [Illustration: PLEASE TO REMEMBER]
+
+    Please to remember
+    The fifth of November,
+      Gunpowder treason and plot;
+    I know no reason
+    Why gunpowder treason
+      Should ever be forgot.
+
+
+  _I love my love_
+
+    I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable.
+    I hate him because he's Avaricious.
+    He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,
+    And treated me with Apples.
+    His name's Andrew,
+    And he lives at Arlington.
+
+    (_This can be continued through the alphabet._)
+
+
+  _There was an old woman, as I've heard tell_
+
+    There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,
+    She went to market her eggs for to sell;
+    She went to market all on a market-day,
+    And she fell asleep on the king's highway.
+
+    There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,
+    He cut her petticoats all round about;
+    He cut her petticoats up to the knees,
+    Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.
+
+    When this little woman first did wake,
+    She began to shiver and she began to shake,
+    She began to wonder and she began to cry,
+    "Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!
+
+    "But if it be I, as I do hope it be,
+    I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;
+    If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,
+    And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."
+
+    Home went the little woman all in the dark,
+    Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;
+    He began to bark, so she began to cry,
+    "Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"
+
+
+  _Little Robin Redbreast_
+
+    Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
+    Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;
+    Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;
+    Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
+    Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,
+    Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,
+    Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?
+    Pussy cat said  "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.
+
+
+  _St. Swithin's Day_
+
+    St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,
+    For forty days it will remain:
+    St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,
+    For forty days 'twill rain na mair.
+
+
+  _Higgledy piggledy_
+
+    Higgledy piggledy
+      Here we lie,
+    Pick'd and pluck'd,
+      And put in a pie.
+    My first is snapping, snarling, growling.
+    My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.
+    Higgledy; piggledy
+      Here we lie,
+    Pick'd and pluck'd,
+    And put in a pie. (_currant_)
+
+
+  _Little Tommy Tittlemouse_
+
+    Little Tommy Tittlemouse
+    Lived in a little house;
+    He caught fishes
+    In other men's ditches.
+
+    [Illustration: LITTLE TOMMY TITTLE MOUSE.]
+
+
+  _Gay go up_
+
+    Gay go up and gay go down,
+    To ring the bells of London town.
+
+    Bull's eyes and targets,
+    Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
+
+    Brickbats and tiles,
+    Say the bells of St. Giles'.
+
+    Halfpence and farthings,
+    Say the bells of St. Martin's.
+
+    Oranges and lemons,
+    Say the bells of St. Clement's.
+
+    Pancakes and fritters,
+    Say the bells of St. Peter's.
+
+    Two sticks and an apple,
+    Say the bells at Whitechapel.
+
+    Old Father Baldpate,
+    Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
+
+    You owe me ten shillings,
+    Say the bells at St. Helen's.
+
+    Pokers and tongs,
+    Say the bells at St. John's.
+
+    Kettles and pans,
+    Say the bells at St. Ann's.
+
+    When will you pay me?
+    Say the bells at Old Bailey.
+
+    When I grow rich,
+    Say the bells at Shoreditch.
+
+    Pray when will that be?
+    Say the bells of Stepney.
+
+    I am sure I don't know,
+    Says the great bell at Bow.
+
+    Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
+    And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
+
+
+  _Peter Piper_
+
+    Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;
+    A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;
+    If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,
+    Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?
+
+
+  _Three children_
+
+    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 drown'd.
+
+    You parents all that children have,
+      And you that have got none,
+    If you would have them safe abroad,
+      Pray keep them safe at home.
+
+    [Illustration: HUMPTY DUMPTY.]
+
+    Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall,
+    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
+    All the king's horses and all the king's men
+    Cannot put Humpty Dumpty together again.
+
+
+  _London Bridge_
+
+    London Bridge is broken down,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    London Bridge is broken down,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    How shall we build it up again?
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    How shall we build it up again?
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Silver and gold will be stole away,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Silver and gold will be stole away,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Build it up again with iron and steel,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Build it up with iron and steel,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Iron and steel will bend and bow,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Iron and steel will bend and bow,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Build it up with wood and clay,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Build it up with wood and clay,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Wood and clay will wash away,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Wood and clay will wash away,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Build it up with stone so strong,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    [Illustration: ELSIE MARLEY]
+
+    Elsie Marley is grown so fine,
+    She won't get up to serve the swine,
+    But lies in bed till eight or nine,
+    And surely she does take her time.
+
+    And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
+    The wife who sells the barley, honey;
+    She won't get up to serve her swine,
+    And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
+
+
+  _There was a little boy_
+
+    There was a little boy and a little girl
+      Lived in an alley;
+    Says the little boy to the little girl,
+      "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
+
+    Says the little girl to the little boy,
+      "What shall we do?"
+    Says the little boy to the little girl,
+      "I will kiss you."
+
+
+  _How many miles_
+
+    How many miles is it to Babylon?--
+    Threescore miles and ten.
+    Can I get there by candle-light?--
+    Yes, and back again!
+    If your heels are nimble and light,
+    You may get there by candle-light.
+
+
+  _Curly locks_
+
+    Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
+    Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
+    But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
+    And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+    [Illustration: CURLY LOCKS! CURLY LOCKS!]
+
+
+  _Four brothers over the sea_
+
+    I had four brothers over the sea,
+        Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
+    And they each sent a present unto me,
+        Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,
+        Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
+
+    The first sent a chicken, without any bones;
+    The second sent a cherry, without any stones.
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    The third sent a book, which no man could read;
+    The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread.
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    How could there be a chicken without any bones?
+    How could there be a cherry without any stones?
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    How could there be a book which no man could read?
+    How could there be a blanket without a thread?
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones;
+    When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones.
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    When the book's in ye press no man it can read;
+    When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread.
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+
+  _Two, three, and four legs_
+
+    Two legs sat upon three legs,
+    With one leg in his lap;
+
+    In comes four legs,
+    And runs away with one leg.
+
+    Up jumps two legs,
+    Catches up three legs,
+
+    Throws it after four legs,
+    And makes him bring back one leg.
+
+
+  _The dove and the wren_
+
+    The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
+    I can scarce maintain two.
+    Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,
+    And keep them all like gentlemen!
+
+
+  _A puzzle_
+
+    Have you seen the old woman of Banbury Cross,
+    Who rode to the fair on the top of her horse?
+    And since her return she still tells, up and down,
+    Of the wonderful lady she saw when in town.
+    She has a small mirror in each of her eyes,
+    And her nose is a bellows of minnikin size;
+    There's a neat little drum fix'd in each of her ears,
+    Which beats a tattoo to whatever she hears.
+    She has in each jaw a fine ivory mill,
+    And day after day she keeps grinding it still.
+    Both an organ and flute in her small throat are placed,
+    And they are played by a steam engine worked in her breast.
+    But the wonder of all, in her mouth it is said,
+    She keeps a loud bell that might waken the dead;
+    And so frightened the woman, and startled the horse,
+    That they galloped full speed back to Banbury Cross.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Long legs, crooked thighs,
+    Little head and no eyes. (_a pair of tongs_)
+
+
+  _Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake_
+
+    Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+    Make me a cake, as fast as you can:
+
+    Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+    Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
+
+
+    Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!
+    Come, my ladies, come and buy;
+    Else your babies they will cry.
+
+
+  _The man in the wilderness_
+
+    The man in the wilderness asked me,
+    How many strawberries grew in the sea?
+    I answered him, as I thought good,
+    As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
+
+
+  _One old Oxford ox_
+
+    One old Oxford ox opening oysters;
+    Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tedsbury;
+    Three thick thumping tigers tickling trout;
+    Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;
+    Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;
+    Six sportsmen shooting snipes;
+    Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;
+    Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;
+    Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;
+    Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinder-boxes with ten tenpenny
+        tacks;
+    Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;
+    Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.
+
+
+  _I like little pussy_
+
+    I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
+    And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
+    So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
+    But pussy and I very gently will play.
+
+    [Illustration: THERE WAS A MAN OF NEWINGTON]
+
+    There was a man of Newington,
+      And he was wond'rous wise,
+    He jump'd into a quickset hedge,
+      And scratch'd out both his eyes:
+    But when he saw his eyes were out,
+      With all his might and main
+    He jump'd into another hedge,
+      And scratch'd 'em in again.
+
+
+  _There was a little Guinea-pig_
+
+    There was a little Guinea-pig,
+    Who, being little, was not big;
+    He always walked upon his feet,
+    And never fasted when he eat.
+
+    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 vi'lent,
+    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.
+
+
+  _Little Miss Muffet_
+
+    Little Miss Muffet,
+      She sat on a tuffet,
+      Eating of curds and whey;
+
+      There came a spider,
+      And sat down beside her,
+    And frightened Miss Muffet away.
+
+
+  _The house that Jack built_
+
+    This is the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the man all tattered and torn,
+    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
+    That married the man all tattered and torn,
+    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
+    That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+    That married the man all tattered and torn,
+    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the farmer sowing his corn,
+    That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
+    That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+    That married the man all tattered and torn,
+    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay the house that Jack built.
+
+
+  _Handy-Spandy_
+
+    Handy-Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,
+    Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy.
+    He bought some at a grocer's shop,
+    And pleased, away he went, hop, hop, hop.
+
+
+  _Doctor Foster_
+
+    Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,
+    In a shower of rain;
+
+    He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,
+    And never went there again.
+
+
+  _Little Boy Blue_
+
+    Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
+    The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
+    Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
+    He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.
+    Will you wake him?  No, not I;
+    For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.
+
+    [Illustration: "HE'S UNDER THE HAY-COCK FAST ASLEEP."]
+
+
+  _As I was going to St. Ives_
+
+    As I was going to St. Ives,
+    I met a man with seven wives,
+    Every wife had seven sacks,
+    Every sack had seven cats,
+    Every cat had seven kits:
+    Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
+    How many were there going to St. Ives?
+
+
+  _Cushy cow bonny_
+
+    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 wilt let down thy milk to me.
+
+
+  _A carrion crow_
+
+    A carrion crow sat on an oak,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    Watching a tailor shape his coat;
+      Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+    Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    That I may shoot yon carrion crow;
+      Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+
+    The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    And shot his own sow quite through the heart;
+      Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+
+
+  _Jack Sprat_
+
+    Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
+    His wife could eat no lean;
+
+    And so, betwixt them both, [you see]
+    They licked the platter clean.
+
+
+  _The Cuckoo_
+
+    The cuckoo's a fine bird,
+      He sings as he flies;
+    He brings us good tidings.
+      He tells us no lies.
+
+    He sucks little birds' eggs,
+      To make his voice clear;
+    And when he sings "cuckoo!"
+      The summer is near.
+
+
+  _Five toes_
+
+    1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig;
+    2. "What to do there?" says that pig;
+    3. "To look for mother," says this pig;
+    4. "What to do with her?" says that pig;
+    5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.
+
+
+  _One misty moisty_
+
+    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!
+
+
+  _My father he died_
+
+    My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
+    He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom,
+
+    I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,
+    I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+    I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
+    I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half;
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+    I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
+    A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+    I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;
+    He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+
+  _For every evil under the sun_
+
+    For every evil under the sun,
+    There is a remedy, or there is none.
+    If there be one, seek till you find it;
+    If there be none, never mind it.
+
+    [Illustration: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THE DAY?]
+
+    "Where have you been all the day,
+      My boy Tammy?"
+    "I've been all the day,
+    Courting of a lady gay:
+    But oh! she's too young
+    To be taken from her mammy."
+
+    "What Work can she do,
+      My boy Tammy?
+    Can she bake and can she brew,
+      My boy Tammy?"
+
+    "She can brew and she can bake,
+    And she can make our wedding cake;
+    But oh! she's too young
+    To be taken from her mammy."
+
+    "What age may she be?
+    What age may she be?
+      My boy Tammy?"
+
+    "Twice two, twice seven,
+    Twice ten, twice eleven:
+    But oh! she's too young
+    To be taken from her mammy."
+
+
+  _Girls and boys, come out to play_
+
+    Girls and boys, come out to play,
+    The moon doth shine as bright as day;
+    Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
+    And come with your playfellows into the street.
+    Come with a whoop, come with a call,
+    Come with a good will or not at all.
+    Up the ladder and down the wall,
+    A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
+    You find milk, and I'll find flour,
+    And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour.
+
+
+  _A man of words and not of deeds_
+
+    A man of words and not of deeds,
+    Is like a garden full of weeds;
+    And when the weeds begin to grow,
+    It's like a garden full of snow;
+    And when the snow begins to fall,
+    It's like a bird upon the wall;
+    And when the bird away does fly,
+    It's like an eagle in the sky;
+    And when the sky begins to roar,
+    It's like a lion at the door;
+    And when the door begins to crack,
+    It's like a stick across your back;
+    And when your back begins to smart,
+    It's like a penknife in your heart;
+    And when your heart begins to bleed,
+    You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
+
+
+  _Come, let's to bed_
+
+    Come, let's to bed,
+    Says Sleepy-head;
+    Tarry a while, says Slow.
+    Put on the pan,
+    Says Greedy Nan,
+    Let's sup before we go.
+
+
+  _If I'd as much money as I could spend_
+
+    If I'd as much money as I could spend,
+    I never would cry old chairs to mend;
+    Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
+    I never would cry old chairs to mend.
+    If I'd as much money as I could tell,
+    I never would cry old clothes to sell;
+    Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
+    I never would cry old clothes to sell.
+
+
+  _Little Bo-peep_
+
+    Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
+      And cannot tell where to find them;
+    Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+      And bring their tails behind them.
+
+    Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+      And dreamt she heard them bleating;
+    But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
+      For still they were 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 all their tails behind 'em.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    A, B, C, tumble down D,
+    The cat's in the cupboard, and can't see me.
+
+    [Illustration: LITTLE BO-PEEP.]
+
+
+  _The Toad and Frog_
+
+    "Croak!" said the Toad, "I'm hungry, I think,
+    To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;
+    I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,
+    And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails."
+    "Ho, ho!" quoth the Frog, "is that what you mean?
+    Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,
+    There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,
+    And then I shall have a good dinner like you."
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    There was an old woman lived under a hill,
+    And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
+
+
+  _When a Twister a twisting_
+
+    When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;
+    For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;
+    But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,
+    The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.
+
+    Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,
+    He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine;
+    Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,
+    He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.
+
+    The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,
+    As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:
+    'Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,
+    He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.
+
+
+  _Little Tom Tucker_
+
+    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?
+
+
+  _Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross_
+
+    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
+    To see a fine lady upon a white horse,
+    Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
+    She shall make music wherever she goes.
+
+
+  _There were two blackbirds_
+
+    There were two blackbirds
+        Sitting on a hill,
+    The one named Jack,
+        The other named Jill;
+      Fly away, Jack!
+      Fly away, Jill!
+      Come again, Jack!
+      Come again, Jill!
+
+
+  _Hark, hark, the dogs do bark_
+
+    Hark, hark,
+      The dogs do bark,
+    Beggars are coming to town:
+        Some in jags,
+        Some in rags,
+    And some in velvet gowns.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    See, see! what shall I see?
+    A horse's head where his tail should be.
+
+
+  _Over the water, and over the lea_
+
+    Over the water, and over the lea,
+    And over the water to Charley,
+    Charley loves good ale and wine,
+    And Charley loves good brandy,
+    And Charley loves a pretty girl,
+    As sweet as sugar-candy.
+
+    Over the water, and over the sea,
+    And over the water to Charley,
+    I'll have none of your nasty beef,
+    Nor I'll have none of your barley;
+    But I'll have some of your very best flour;
+    To make a white cake for my Charley.
+
+
+  _Tom, Tom, the piper's son_
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+    Stole a pig, and away he run!
+    The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
+    And Tom went roaring down the street.
+
+    [Illustration: "Stole a pig and away he run."]
+
+
+  _Daffy-Down-Dilly_
+
+    Daffy-Down-Dilly has come up to town,
+    In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
+
+
+  _A little cock sparrow_
+
+    A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
+    And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he;
+    A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
+    And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he.
+
+    A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
+    Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow,
+    A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow
+    Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow.
+
+    "This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew,
+    And his giblets shall make me a little pie too."
+    "Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I _won't_ make a stew."
+    So he flapped his wings and away he flew!
+
+
+  _Charley, Charley_
+
+    Charley Charley, stole the barley
+      Out of the baker's shop;
+    The baker came out, and gave him a clout,
+      And made poor Charley hop.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman, and what do you think?_
+
+    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;
+    Yet this little old woman could never keep quiet.
+    She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,
+    And when she came home her old husband was dead;
+    She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
+    And when she came back her old husband was well.
+
+
+  _Up hill and down dale_
+
+    Up hill and down dale;
+    Butter is made in every vale;
+    And if that Nancy Cook
+    Is a good girl,
+    She shall have a spouse,
+    And make butter anon,
+    Before her old grandmother
+    Grows a young man.
+
+
+  _A swarm of bees_
+
+    A swarm of bees in May
+    Is worth a load of hay;
+    A swarm of bees in June
+    Is worth a silver spoon;
+    A swarm of bees in July
+    Is not worth a fly.
+
+
+  _A was an archer_
+
+    A was an archer, and shot at a frog,
+    B was a butcher, and had a great dog.
+    C was a captain, all covered with lace,
+    D was a drunkard, and had a red face.
+    E was an esquire, with pride on his brow,
+    F was a farmer, and followed the plough.
+    G was a gamester, who had but ill luck,
+    H was a hunter, and hunted a buck.
+    I was an innkeeper, who loved to bouse,
+    J was a joiner, and built up a house.
+    K was King William, once governed this land,
+    L was a lady, who had a white hand.
+    M was a miser, and hoarded up gold,
+    N was a nobleman, gallant and bold.
+    O was an oyster wench, and went about town,
+    P was a parson, and wore a black gown.
+    Q was a queen, who was fond of good flip,
+    R was a robber, and wanted a whip.
+    S was a sailor, and spent all he got,
+    T was a tinker, and mended a pot.
+    U was an usurer, a miserable elf,
+    V was a vintner, who drank all himself.
+    W was a watchman, and guarded the door,
+    X was expensive, and so became poor.
+    Y was a youth, that did not love school,
+    Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool.
+
+    [Illustration: A TO Z.]
+
+
+  _Pease-porridge hot_
+
+    Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,
+    Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.
+    Some like it hot, some like it cold,
+    Some like it in the pot, nine days old.
+
+
+  _Merry are the bells_
+
+    Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,
+    Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
+    With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
+    And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
+
+    Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose,
+    Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;
+    Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+    With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+    Merry have we met, and merry have we been,
+    Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
+    With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+    And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+
+  _Ride Away_
+
+    Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride,
+    And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side;
+    And he shall have little dog tied to the other;
+    And Johnny shall ride to see his grandmother.
+
+    [Illustration: I'LL TELL YOU A STORY]
+
+      I'll tell you a story
+      About Jack a Nory,--
+    And now my story's begun:
+      I'll tell you another
+      About Jack his brother,--
+    And now my story's done.
+
+
+  _Solomon Grundy_
+
+    Solomon Grundy,
+    Born on a Monday,
+    Christened on Tuesday,
+    Married on Wednesday,
+    Took ill on Thursday,
+    Worse on Friday,
+    Died on Saturday,
+    Buried on Sunday:
+    This is the end
+    Of Solomon Grundy.
+
+
+  _Hey! diddle, diddle_
+
+    Hey! diddle, diddle,
+    The cat and  the fiddle,
+
+    The cow jumped over the moon;
+
+    The little dog laughed
+    To see such sport,
+
+    And the dish ran away with the spoon.
+
+    [Illustration: BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP]
+
+    Baa, baa, black sheep,
+      Have you any wool?
+    Yes, little master,
+      Three bags full
+
+    One for my master,
+      And one for my dame,
+    And one for the little boy
+      Who lives in our lane.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman tossed up in a basket_
+
+    There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
+      Seventy times as high as the moon;
+    Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
+      For in her hand she carried a broom.
+
+    "Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,
+      "Where are you going to up so high?"
+    "To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"
+      "Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."
+
+    [Illustration: "O WHITHER, O WHITHER, O WHITHER, SO HIGH?"]
+
+
+  _Taffy was a Welshman_
+
+    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 was not at home;
+    Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.
+
+    I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;
+    Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;
+    I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,
+    I took the marrow bone and flung it at his head.
+
+
+  _This is the way the ladies ride_
+
+    This is the way the ladies ride;
+        Tri, tre, tre, tree,
+        Tri, tre, tre, tree!
+    This is the way the ladies ride,
+        Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!
+
+    This is the way the gentlemen ride;
+        Gallop-a-trot,
+        Gallop-a-trot!
+    This is the way the gentlemen ride,
+        Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
+
+    This is the way the farmers ride;
+        Hobbledy-hoy,
+        Hobbledy-hoy!
+    This is the way the farmers ride,
+        Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!
+
+
+  _Jack and Jill_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _Master I have, and I am his man_
+
+    Master I have, and I am his man,
+      Gallop a dreary dun;
+    Master I have, and I am his man,
+    And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;
+    With a heighty gaily gamberally,
+      Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
+      Gallop a dreary dun.
+
+
+  _Little Bob Snooks_
+
+    Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books,
+      And loved by his usher and master:
+    But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye,
+      And carries his nose in a plaster.
+
+
+  _There was a man, and he had naught_
+
+    There was a man, and he had naught,
+      And robbers came to rob him;
+    He crept up to the chimney pot,
+      And then they thought they had him.
+
+    But he got down on t'other side,
+      And then they could not find him;
+    He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
+      And never looked behind him.
+
+
+  _Where are you going_
+
+    "Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
+    "I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.
+    "May I go with you, my pretty maid?"
+    "You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.
+    "What is your father, my pretty maid?"
+    "My father's a farmer, sir," she said.
+    "What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"
+    "My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
+    "Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"
+    "Nobody asked you, sir!" she said.
+
+    [Illustration: WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO MY PRETTY MAID?]
+
+
+  _Hush-a-bye_
+
+    Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
+    When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
+    When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
+    Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
+
+
+  _Poor old Robinson Crusoe_
+
+    Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+    Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+    They made him a coat
+    Of an old nanny goat,
+      I wonder how they could do so!
+    With a ring a ting tang,
+    And a ring a ting tang,
+      Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+
+
+  _Queen Anne, Queen Anne_
+
+    Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun,
+    As fair as a lily, as white as a wand
+    I send you three letters, and pray read one,
+    You must read one, if you can't read all,
+    So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.
+
+
+  _The Spider and the Fly_
+
+    "Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly,--
+    "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
+    The way into my parlour is up a winding stair;
+    And I have many curious things to show you when you're there."
+    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain;
+    For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
+
+    "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
+    Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
+    "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and
+        thin;
+    And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
+    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "for I've often heard it said,
+    They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
+
+    Said the cunning spider to the fly--"Dear friend, what can I do
+    To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
+    I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
+    I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?"
+    "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be;
+    I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."
+
+    "Sweet creature," said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
+    How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
+    I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
+    If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
+    "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to
+        say,
+    And bidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day."
+
+    The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
+    For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again;
+    So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
+    And set his table ready, to dine upon the fly.
+    Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,--
+    "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
+    Your robes are green and purple--there's a crest upon your head!
+    Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"
+
+    Alas! alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
+    Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
+    With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
+    Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, her green and purple hue--
+    Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing! At last,
+    Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast!
+    He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
+    Within his little parlour--but she ne'er came out again!
+
+    And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
+    To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you, ne'er give heed;
+    Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye.
+    And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
+
+
+  _Rain, rain, go away_
+
+    Rain, rain, go away,
+    Come again another day;
+    Little Susy wants to play.
+
+
+  _As the days_
+
+    As the days grow longer
+    The storms grow stronger.
+
+
+  _Bessy Bell and Mary Gray_
+
+    Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
+      They were two bonny lasses:
+    They built their house upon the lea,
+      And covered it with rashes.
+
+    Bessy kept the garden gate,
+      And Mary kept the pantry:
+    Bessy always had to wait,
+      While Mary lived in plenty.
+
+
+  _Jack Sprat's pig_
+
+    Jack Sprat's pig,
+    He was not very little,
+    Nor yet very big;
+    He was not very lean,
+    He was not very fat;
+    He'll do well for a grunt,
+    Says little Jack Sprat.
+
+
+  _Needles and Pins_
+
+    Needles and pins, needles and pins,
+    When a man marries his trouble begins.
+
+
+  _The Song of Five Toes_
+
+    1. This little pig went to market;
+    2. This little pig stayed at home,
+    3. This little pig had roast beef;
+    4. This little pig had none;
+    5. This little pig said, wee, wee, wee!
+          I can't find my way home.
+
+
+  _Apple-Pie Alphabet_
+
+    A was an apple-pie;
+    B bit it;
+    C cut it;
+    D dealt it;
+    E eat it;
+    F fought for it;
+    G got it;
+    H had it;
+    J joined it;
+    K kept it;
+    L longed for it;
+    M mourned for it;
+    N nodded at it;
+    O opened it;
+    P peeped in it;
+    Q quartered it;
+    R ran for it;
+    S stole it;
+    T took it;
+    V viewed it;
+    W wanted it;
+    X, Y, and Z all wished a piece of it.
+
+
+  _Bat, bat_
+
+    Bat, bat,
+      Come under my hat,
+    And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
+
+      And when I bake,
+      I'll give you a cake,
+    If I am not mistaken.
+
+
+  _Old Mother Goose_
+
+    Old Mother Goose, when
+    She wanted to wander
+    Would ride through the air
+    On a very fine gander.
+
+    Mother Goose had a house,
+    'Twas built in a wood,
+    Where an owl at the door
+    For sentinel stood.
+
+    She had a son Jack,
+    A plain-looking lad,
+    He is not very good,
+    Nor yet very bad.
+
+    She sent him to market,
+    A live goose he bought,
+    "Here, mother," says he,
+    "It will not go for nought."
+
+    Jack's goose and her gander,
+    Grew very fond;
+    They'd both eat together,
+    Or swim in one pond.
+
+    Jack found one morning,
+    As I have been told,
+    His goose had laid him
+    An egg of pure gold.
+
+    Jack ran to his mother,
+    The news for to tell,
+    She called him a good boy,
+    And said it was well.
+
+    Jack sold his gold egg
+    To a rogue of a Jew,
+    Who cheated him out of
+    The half of his due.
+
+    Then Jack went a courting,
+    A lady so gay,
+    As fair as the lily,
+    And sweet as the May.
+
+    The Jew and the Squire
+    Came behind his back,
+    And began to belabour
+    The sides of poor Jack,
+
+    Then old Mother Goose,
+    That instant came in,
+    And turned her son Jack
+    Into famed Harlequin.
+
+    She then with her wand,
+    Touched the lady so fine,
+    And turned her at once
+    Into sweet Columbine.
+
+    The gold egg into the sea
+    Was thrown then,--
+    When Jack jumped in,
+    And got the egg back again.
+
+    The Jew got the goose,
+    Which he vowed he would kill,
+    Resolving at once
+    His pockets to fill.
+
+    Jack's mother came in,
+    And caught the goose soon,
+    And mounting its back,
+    Flew up to the moon.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,
+    All begins with A.
+
+
+  _Early to bed_
+
+    Early to bed, and early to rise,
+    Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
+
+
+  _When little Fred_
+
+        When little Fred
+        Was called to bed,
+    He always acted right;
+        He kissed Mamma,
+        And then Papa,
+    And wished them all good-night.
+
+        He made no noise,
+        Like naughty boys
+    But gently upstairs
+        Directly went,
+        When he was sent,
+    And always said his prayers.
+
+
+  _Sing a Song of Sixpence_
+
+    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;
+    Was not that a dainty dish,
+      To set before the king?
+
+    The king was in his counting-house
+      Counting out his money;
+    The queen was in the parlour
+      Eating bread and honey;
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    The maid was in the garden
+      Hanging out the clothes,
+    Down came a blackbird,
+      And snapped off her nose.
+
+
+  _Old Mother Hubbard_
+
+    Old Mother Hubbard,
+    She 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 ale-house
+      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 him 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!"
+
+
+  _See-saw, sacaradown_
+
+    See-saw, sacaradown,
+    Which is the way to London town?
+    One foot up, the other down,
+    This is the way to London town.
+
+
+  _To market_
+
+    To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
+    Home again, home again, market is done.
+
+    [Illustration: Hector Protector]
+
+    Hector Protector was dressed all in green;
+    Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.
+
+    The Queen did not like him,
+    No more did the King:
+    So Hector Protector was sent back again.
+
+
+  _Is John Smith within?_
+
+    Is John Smith within?
+    Yes, that he is.
+    Can he set a shoe?
+    Ay, marry, two.
+    Here a nail, there a nail,
+    Now your horse is shoed.
+
+
+  _Johnny shall have a new bonnet_
+
+    Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
+      And Johnny shall go to the fair.
+    And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
+      To tie up his bonny brown hair.
+    And why may not I love Johnny?
+      And why may not Johnny love me?
+    And why may not I love Johnny
+      As well as another body?
+    And here's a leg for a stocking,
+      And here is a leg for a shoe,
+    And he has a kiss for his daddy,
+      And two for his mammy, I trow.
+    And why may not I love Johnny?
+      And why may not Johnny love me?
+    And why may not I love Johnny,
+      As well as another body?
+
+    [Illustration: I Saw a Ship a Sailing]
+
+    I saw a ship a-sailing.
+      A-sailing on the sea;
+    And it was full of pretty things
+      For baby and for me.
+
+    There were comfits in the cabin,
+      And apples in the hold;
+    The sails were all of velvet,
+      And the masts of beaten gold.
+
+    The four-and-twenty sailors
+      That stood between the decks,
+    Were four-and-twenty white mice,
+      With chains about their necks.
+
+    The captain was a duck,
+      With a packet on his back;
+    And when the ship began to move,
+      The captain said, "Quack! quack!"
+
+
+  _Nose, nose_
+
+    Nose, nose, jolly red nose;
+    And what gave thee that jolly red nose?
+    Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves,
+    And they gave me this jolly red nose.
+
+
+  _The King of France_
+
+    The King of France went up the hill,
+      With twenty thousand men;
+    The King of France came down the hill,
+      And ne'er went up again.
+
+    [Illustration: "Went up the hill."]
+
+    [Illustration: "Came down again!"]
+
+
+  _The Babes in the Wood_
+
+    A Gentleman of good account
+      In Norfolk dwelt of late,
+    Whose wealth and riches did surmount
+      Most men of his estate.
+
+    Sore sick he was, and like to die,
+      No help his life could save;
+    His wife by him as sick did lie,
+      And both were near the grave.
+
+    No love between these two was lost:
+      Each to the other kind;
+    In love they lived, in love they died,
+      And left two babes behind.
+
+    Now, if the children chanced to die,
+      Ere they to age should come,
+    Their uncle should possess their wealth!
+      For so the will did run.
+
+    "Now, brother," said the dying man,
+      "Look to my children dear;
+    Be good unto my boy and girl,
+      No friends else have they here."
+
+    Their parents being dead and gone,
+      The children home he takes,
+    And brings them both unto his house,
+      Where much of them he makes.
+
+    He had not kept those pretty babes
+      A twelvemonth and a day,
+    When, for their wealth, he did devise
+      To make them both away.
+
+    He bargained with two ruffians bold,
+      Who were of savage mood,
+    That they should take the children twain,
+      And slay them in a wood.
+
+    They prate and prattle pleasantly,
+      While riding on the way,
+    To those their wicked uncle hired,
+      These lovely babes to slay:
+
+    So that the pretty speech they had,
+      Made the ruffians' heart relent;
+    And they that took the deed to do,
+      Full sorely did repent.
+
+    Yet one of them, more hard of heart,
+      Did vow to do his charge,
+    Because the wretch that hired him
+      Had paid him very large.
+
+    The other would not agree thereto,
+      So here they fell at strife;
+    With one another they did fight,
+      About the children's life.
+
+    [Illustration: "WENT WANDERING UP AND DOWN."]
+
+    And he that was of milder mood
+      Did slay the other there,
+    Within an unfrequented wood,
+      The babes did quake for fear!
+
+    He took the children by the hand,
+      While they for bread complain:
+    "Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring ye bread,
+      When I do come again."
+
+    These pretty babes, with hand in hand,
+      Went wandering up and down;
+    But never more they saw the man
+      Approaching from the town.
+
+    Thus wandered these two pretty dears,
+      Till death did end their grief;
+    In one another's arms they died,
+      Poor babes! past all relief.
+
+    No burial these innocents
+      Of any man receives,
+    But Robin Redbreast lovingly
+      Did cover them with leaves.
+
+    The fellow that did take in hand
+      These children for to kill,
+    Was for a robbery judged to die,
+      As was God's blessed will:
+
+    And did confess the very truth,
+      The which is here expressed;
+    Their uncle died while he for debt
+      Did long in prison rest.
+
+
+  _Little Jack Horner_
+
+    Little Jack Horner
+        Sat in the corner
+    Eating a Christmas pie;
+        He put in his thumb,
+        And pulled out a plum,
+    And said, "What a good boy am I!"
+
+
+  _Bow, wow, says the dog_
+
+    Bow, wow, says the dog;
+      Mew, mew, says the cat;
+    Grunt, grunt, goes the hog;
+      And squeak goes the rat.
+
+    Chirp, chirp, says the sparrow;
+      Caw, caw, says the crow;
+    Quack, quack, says the duck;
+      And what cuckoos say, you know
+
+    So, with sparrows and cuckoos;
+      With rats and with dogs;
+    With ducks and with crows;
+      With cats and with hogs;
+
+    A fine song I have made,
+      To please you, my dear;
+    And if it's well sung,
+      'Twill be charming to hear.
+
+
+  _Tell-Tale-Tit_
+
+    Tell-Tale-Tit,
+        Your tongue shall be slit,
+        And all the little puppy dogs
+          Shall have a little bit.
+
+
+  _The Queen of Hearts_
+
+    The Queen of Hearts,
+    She made some tarts,
+      All on a summer's day;
+    The Knave of Hearts,
+    He stole those tarts,
+      And took them clean away.
+
+    [Illustration: "SHE MADE SOME TARTS."]
+
+      The King of Hearts
+      Called for the tarts,
+    And beat the Knave full sore;
+
+      The Knave of Hearts
+      Brought back the tarts,
+    And vowed he'd steal no more.
+
+
+  _The Champions of Christendom_
+
+    In Egypt was a dragon dire
+    With scales of steel, and breath of fire:
+    And Egypt's Princess fair and good
+    Was doomed to be the monster's food:
+    St. George this fearful dragon slew,
+    And for his wife gained Sebra true.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. Andrew, Scotland's famous knight
+    In deeds of valour took delight;
+    Maidens in grief and matrons grave
+    From insult he was wont to save.
+    For noble deeds he was renowned:
+    His fame did through the world resound.
+
+    St. Andrew fought, as we are told,
+    Against a host of warriors bold;
+    They viewed his strength with wonderment,
+    And yielding, in submission bent.
+    Defeated by his powerful rod,
+    They owned the greatness of his GOD.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. David, Welshman's Champion bold,
+    Preferred rude war to ease and gold:
+    He, fighting for his faith divine,
+    Unhorsed and slew Prince Palestine.
+    His Pagan followers stood in awe,
+    And worshipped heathen gods no more.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. Patrick, Ireland's valiant knight,
+    Did thirty robbers put to flight;
+    Rescued from them six ladies fair,
+    And then protected them with care.
+    Great fame and glory he acquired,
+    And as a holy priest expired.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. Dennis was the knight of France,
+    As brave as ever carried lance:
+    Fair fame he won: for he did free
+    A princess prisoned in a tree.
+    Fair Eglantine, once Thessaly's pride,
+    He saved and took to be his bride.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. James the Champion was of Spain,
+    His country's glory to maintain:
+    An angry boar, inflamed with rage,
+    This hero did in fight engage.
+    And since he slew the boar in strife,
+    He Celestine did gain as wife.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. Anthony, Italian knight,
+    His country's fame upheld in fight:
+    The giant Blanderon did place
+    In prison dark the Queen of Thrace;
+    St. Anthony the giant slew
+    And took as wife the princess true.
+
+
+  _There was a little man, and he had a little gun_
+
+    There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
+      And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.
+
+    He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig,
+      And knocked it off his head, head, head.
+
+
+  _I have seen you, little mouse_
+
+    I have seen you, little mouse,
+    Running all about the house,
+    Through the hole, your little eye
+    In the wainscot peeping sly,
+    Hoping soon some crumbs to steal,
+    To make quite a hearty meal.
+    Look before you venture out,
+    See if pussy is about,
+    If she's gone, you'll quickly run,
+    To the larder for some fun,
+    Round about the dishes creep,
+    Taking into each a peep,
+    To choose the daintiest that's there,
+    Spoiling things you do not care.
+
+
+  _As soft as silk_
+
+    As soft as silk, as white as milk,
+    As bitter as gall, a strong wall,
+    And a green coat covers me all.
+
+                     (_a walnut_)
+
+
+  _Barber barber_
+
+    Barber, barber, shave a pig,
+    How many hairs will make a wig?
+
+    "Four and twenty, that's enough"
+    Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
+
+
+  _Bryan O'Lin_
+
+    Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear
+    So he bought him a sheepskin and made him a pair.
+
+    With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in,
+    "Ah ha, that is warm!" said Bryan O'Lin.
+
+
+  _Mary had a pretty bird_
+
+    Mary had a pretty bird,
+      Feathers bright and yellow
+    Slender legs, upon my word,
+      He was a pretty fellow.
+    The sweetest notes he always sung,
+      Which much delighted Mary;
+    And near the cage she'd ever sit,
+      To hear her own canary.
+
+
+  _The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  "_We are three brethren out of Spain_"
+
+    "We are three brethren out of Spain,
+    Come to court your daughter Jane."
+    "My daughter Jane she is too young,
+    She has not learned her mother tongue."
+
+    "Be she young, or be she old,
+    For her beauty she must be sold,
+    So fare you well, my lady gay,
+    We'll call again another day."
+
+    "Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
+    And rub thy spurs till they be bright."
+    "Of my spurs take you no thought,
+    For in this land they were not bought.
+
+    "So fare you well, my lady gay,
+    We'll call again another day."
+
+    "Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight;
+    And take the fairest in your sight."
+    "The fairest maid that I can see,
+    Is pretty Nancy, come to me."
+
+    "Here comes your daughter, safe and sound,
+    Every pocket with a thousand pound,
+    Every pocket with a gay gold ring,
+    Please to take your daughter in."
+
+
+  _History of John Gilpin_
+
+    John Gilpin was a citizen
+      Of credit and renown,
+    A train-band captain eke was he,
+      Of famous London town.
+
+    John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
+      "Though wedded we have been
+    These twice ten tedious years, yet we
+      No holiday have seen.
+
+    "To-morrow is our wedding-day,
+      And we will then repair
+    Unto the 'Bell' at Edmonton,
+      All in a chaise and pair.
+
+    "My sister, and my sister's child,
+      Myself, and children three
+    Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
+      On horseback after we."
+
+    He soon replied, "I do admire
+      Of womankind but one,
+    And you are she, my dearest dear,
+      Therefore it shall be done.
+
+    "I am a linendraper bold,
+      As all the world doth know,
+    And my good friend the calender
+      Will lend his horse to go."
+
+    Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said;
+      And for that wine is dear,
+    We will be furnished with our own,
+      Which is both bright and clear."
+
+    John Gilpin kissed his losing wife,
+      O'erjoyed was he to find,
+    That though on pleasure she was bent,
+      She had a frugal mind.
+
+    The morning came, the chaise was brought,
+      But yet was not allowed
+    To drive up to the door, lest all
+      Should say that she was proud.
+
+    So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
+      Where they did all get in;
+    Six precious souls, and all agog
+      To dash through thick and thin.
+
+    Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
+      Were never folks so glad!
+    The stones did rattle underneath,
+      As if Cheapside were mad.
+
+    John Gilpin at his horse's side
+      Seized fast the flowing mane,
+    And up he got, in haste to ride,
+      But soon came down again.
+
+    For saddletree scarce reached had he,
+      His journey to begin,
+    When, turning round his head, he saw
+      Three customers come in.
+
+    So down he came; for loss of time,
+      Although it grieved him sore,
+    Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
+      Would trouble him much more.
+
+    'Twas long before the customers
+      Were suited to their mind,
+    When Betty screaming came downstairs,
+      "The wine is left behind!"
+
+    "Good lack!" quoth he, "yet bring it me,
+      My leathern belt likewise,
+    In which I bear my trusty sword
+      When I do exercise."
+
+    Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
+      Had two stone bottles found,
+    To hold the liquor that she loved,
+      And keep it safe and sound.
+
+    Each bottle had a curling ear,
+      Through which the belt he drew,
+    And hung a bottle on each side,
+      To make his balance true.
+
+    Then over all, that he might be
+      Equipped from top to toe,
+    His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,
+      He manfully did throw.
+
+    Now see him mounted once again
+      Upon his nimble steed,
+    Full slowly pacing o'er the stones,
+      With caution and good heed.
+
+    But finding soon a smoother road
+      Beneath his well-shod feet,
+    The snorting beast began to trot,
+      Which galled him in his seat.
+
+    "So, fair and softly!" John he cried,
+      But John he cried in vain;
+    That trot became a gallop soon,
+      In spite of curb and rein.
+
+    So stooping down, as needs he must
+      Who cannot sit upright,
+    He grasped the mane with both his hands,
+      And eke with all his might.
+
+    His horse, who never in that sort
+      Had handled been before,
+    What thing upon his back had got,
+      Did wonder more and more.
+
+    Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
+      Away went hat and wig;
+    He little dreamt, when he set out,
+      Of running such a rig.
+
+    The wind did blow, the cloak did fly
+      Like streamer long and gay,
+    Till, loop and button failing both,
+      At last it flew away.
+
+    Then might all people well discern
+      The bottles he had slung;
+    A bottle swinging at each side,
+      As hath been said or sung.
+
+    The dogs did bark, the children screamed.
+      Up flew the windows all;
+    And every soul cried out, "Well done!"
+      As loud as he could bawl.
+
+    Away went Gilpin--who but he?
+      His fame soon spread around:
+    "He carries weight! he rides a race!
+      'Tis for a thousand pound!"
+
+    And still as fast as he drew near,
+      'Twas wonderful to view
+    How in a trice the turnpike-men
+      Their gates wide open threw.
+
+    And now, as he went bowing down
+      His reeking head full low,
+    The bottles twain behind his back
+      Were shattered at a blow.
+
+    Down ran the wine into the road,
+      Most piteous to be seen,
+    Which made the horse's flanks to smoke
+      As they had basted been.
+
+    But still he seemed to carry weight,
+      With leathern girdle braced;
+    For all might see the bottle-necks
+      Still dangling at his waist.
+
+    Thus all through merry Islington
+      These gambols he did play,
+    Until he came unto the Wash
+      Of Edmonton so gay;
+
+    And there he threw the wash about
+      On both sides of the way,
+    Just like unto a trundling mop.
+      Or a wild goose at play.
+
+    At Edmonton his loving wife
+      From the balcony spied
+    Her tender husband, wondering much
+      To see how he did ride.
+
+    "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--Here's the house!"
+      They all at once did cry;
+    "The dinner waits, and we are tired,"
+      Said Gilpin--"So am I!"
+
+    But yet his horse was not a whit
+      Inclined to tarry there;
+    For why?--his owner had a house
+      Full ten miles off, at Ware.
+
+    So like an arrow swift he flew,
+      Shot by an archer strong;
+    So did he fly--which brings me to
+      The middle of my song.
+
+    Away went Gilpin out of breath
+      And sore against his will,
+    Till at his friend the calender's.
+      His horse at last stood still.
+
+    The calender, amazed to see
+      His neighbour in such trim,
+    Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
+      And thus accosted him:
+
+    "What news? what news? your tidings tell;
+      Tell me you must and shall--
+    Say why bareheaded you are come,
+      Or why you come at all?"
+
+    Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
+      And loved a timely joke;
+    And thus unto the calender
+      In merry guise he spoke:
+
+    "I came because your horse would come:
+      And, if I well forebode,
+    My hat and wig will soon be here,
+      They are upon the road."
+
+    The calender, right glad to find
+      His friend in merry pin,
+    Returned him not a single word,
+      But to the house went in;
+
+    Whence straight he came with hat and wig,
+      A wig that flowed behind,
+    A hat not much the worse for wear,
+      Each comely in its kind.
+
+    He held them up, and in his turn
+      Thus showed his ready wit,
+    "My head is twice as big as yours,
+      They therefore needs must fit.
+
+    "But let me scrape the dirt away,
+      That hangs upon your face;
+    And stop and eat, for well you may
+      Be in a hungry case."
+
+    Said John, "It is my wedding-day,
+      And all the world would stare
+    If wife should dine at Edmonton,
+      And I should dine at Ware."
+
+    So turning to his horse, he said,
+      "I am in haste to dine;
+    'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
+      You shall go back for mine."
+
+    Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast!
+      For which he paid full dear;
+    For while he spake, a braying ass
+      Did sing most loud and clear;
+
+    Whereat his horse did snort, as he
+      Had heard a lion roar,
+    And galloped off with all his might,
+      As he had done before.
+
+    Away went Gilpin, and away
+      Went Gilpin's hat and wig:
+    He lost them sooner than at first,
+      For why--they were too big.
+
+    Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
+      Her husband posting down
+    Into the country far away,
+      She pulled out half-a-crown;
+
+    And thus unto the youth she said,
+      That drove them to the "Bell,"
+    "This shall be yours when you bring back
+      My husband safe and well."
+
+    The youth did ride, and soon did meet
+      John coming back amain;
+    Whom in a trice he tried to stop,
+      By catching at his rein;
+
+    But not performing what he meant,
+      And gladly would have done,
+    The frighted steed he frighted more,
+      And made him faster run.
+
+    Away went Gilpin, and away
+      Went postboy at his heels,
+    The postboy's horse right glad to miss
+      The lumbering of the wheels.
+
+    Six gentlemen upon the road,
+      Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
+    With postboy scampering in the rear,
+      They raised the hue and cry.
+
+    "Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!"
+      Not one of them was mute;
+    And all and each that passed that way
+      Did join in the pursuit.
+
+    And now the turnpike gates again
+      Flew open in short space;
+    The toll-men thinking, as before,
+      That Gilpin rode a race.
+
+    And so he did, and won it too,
+      For he got first to town;
+    Nor stopped till where he had got up,
+      He did again get down.
+
+    Now let us sing, "Long live the King,
+      And Gilpin, long live he;"
+    And when he next doth ride abroad,
+      May I be there to see.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    The bee doth love the sweetest flower,
+    So doth the blossom the April shower.
+
+
+  _One, two, buckle my shoe_
+
+    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,
+    My plate's empty.
+
+
+  _Six little mice sat down to spin_
+
+    Six little mice sat down to spin,
+    Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.
+    "What are you at, my little men?"
+    "Making coats for gentlemen."
+    "Shall I come in and bite off your thread?"
+    "No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll bite off our head."
+
+
+  _Jocky was a piper's son_
+
+    Jocky was a piper's son,
+    And he fell in love when he was young,
+    And the only tune he could play
+    Was, "Over the hills and far away;"
+    Over the hills and a great way off,
+    And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+
+  _There was a piper had a cow_
+
+    There was a piper had a cow,
+      And he had nought to give her;
+    He pulled out his pipes, and played her a tune,
+      And bade the cow consider.
+
+    The cow considered very well,
+      And gave the piper a penny,
+    And bade him play the other tune--
+      "Corn rigs are bonny."
+
+
+  _Mary, Mary, quite contrary_
+
+    Mary, Mary,
+      Quite contrary,
+    How does your garden grow?
+      Silver bells,
+      And cockle-shells,
+    And pretty maids all of a row.
+
+    [Illustration: "PRETTY MAIDS ALL OF A ROW."]
+
+
+  _There was a crooked man_
+
+    There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
+    He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:
+    He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
+    And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
+
+
+  _There was a jolly miller_
+
+    There was a jolly miller
+      Lived on the river Dee:
+    He worked and sung from morn till night,
+      No lark so blithe as he,
+    And this the burden of his song
+      For ever used to be--
+    I jump mejerrime jee!
+      I care for nobody--no! not I,
+    Since nobody cares for me.
+
+
+  _Who killed Cock Robin?_
+
+    Who killed Cock Robin?
+      "I," said the sparrow,
+      "With my bow and arrow,
+    I killed Cock Robin."
+
+    Who saw him die?
+      "I," said the fly,
+      "With my little eye,
+    I saw him die."
+
+    Who caught his blood?
+      "I," said the fish,
+      "With my little dish,
+    I caught his blood."
+
+    Who'll make his shroud?
+      "I," said the beetle,
+      "With my thread and needle,
+    I'll make his shroud."
+
+    Who'll bear the torch?
+      "I," said the linnet,
+      "Will come in a minute,
+    I'll bear the torch."
+
+    Who'll be the clerk?
+      "I," said the lark,
+      "I'll say Amen in the dark,
+    I'll be the clerk."
+
+    Who'll dig his grave?
+      "I," said the owl,
+      "With my spade and shovel,
+    I'll dig his grave."
+
+    Who'll be the parson?
+      "I," said the rook,
+      "With my little book,
+    I'll be the parson."
+
+    Who'll be chief mourner?
+      "I," said the dove,
+      "I mourn for my love,
+    I'll be chief mourner."
+
+    Who'll sing his dirge?
+      "I," said the thrush,
+      "As I sing in a bush,
+    I'll sing his dirge."
+
+    Who'll carry his coffin?
+      "I," said the kite,
+      "If it be in the night,
+    I'll carry his coffin."
+
+    Who'll toll the bell?
+      "I," said the bull,
+      "Because I can pull,
+    I'll toll the bell."
+
+    All the birds of the air
+      Fell sighing and sobbing,
+    When they heard the bell toll
+      For poor Cock Robin.
+
+
+  _Diddle diddle dumpling_
+
+    Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John,
+    Went to bed with his breeches on,
+    One stocking off, and one stocking on;
+    Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
+
+
+  _Pussy-cat, pussy-cat_
+
+    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
+    I've been up to London to look at the queen.
+    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
+    I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
+
+    [Illustration: PUSSY-CAT PUSSY-CAT]
+
+
+  _Billy, Billy, come and play_
+
+    "Billy, Billy, come and play,
+    While the sun shines bright as day."
+
+    "Yes, my Polly, so I will,
+    For I love to please you still."
+
+    "Billy, Billy, have you seen,
+    Sam and Betsy on the green?"
+
+    "Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,
+    Skipping o'er the new-mown grass."
+
+    "Billy, Billy, come along,
+    And I will sing a pretty song."
+
+    "O then, Polly, I'll make haste,
+    Not one moment will I waste,
+    But will come and hear you sing,
+    And my fiddle I will bring."
+
+
+  _I had a little hen_
+
+    I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
+    She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean;
+    She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
+    She brought it home in less than an hour;
+    She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
+    She sat by the fire and told me a fine tale.
+
+
+  _Lady bird, lady bird_
+
+    Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,
+    Your house is on fire, your children have flown.
+    All but one, and her name is Ann,
+    And she has crept under the pudding-pan.
+
+
+  _Hushy baby, my doll_
+
+    Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,
+    And I'll give you some bread and some milk by-and-by;
+    Or, perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart,--
+    Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.
+
+    But how, my dear baby, shall I make you eat
+    Of the bread, or the milk, or the custard, or meat?
+    For those pretty red lips seem shut up so fast,
+    I much fear they won't open to taste the repast.
+
+    Ah! but then, my sweet child, you'll surely not cry,
+    Oh no, not one tear is there now in your eye;
+    Come kiss me, my dear, then, although you're but wood,
+    For I'm sure now you smile, and look very good.
+
+
+  _Cock a doodle doo!_
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    My dame has lost her shoe;
+    My master's lost his fiddling stick,
+    And don't know what to do.
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    What is my dame to do?
+    Till master finds his fiddling stick,
+    She'll dance without her shoe.
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    My dame has lost her shoe,
+    And master's found his fiddling stick,
+    Sing doodle doodle doo!
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    My dame will dance with you.
+    While master fiddles his fiddling stick,
+    For dame and doodle doo.
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    Dame has lost her shoe;
+    Gone to bed and scratched her head,
+    And can't tell what to do.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman_
+
+    There was an old woman had three sons,
+    Jerry and James and John:
+    Jerry was hung, James was drowned,
+    John was lost, and never was found;
+    And there was an end of her three sons,
+    Jerry and James and John!
+
+
+  _When the wind is in the east_
+
+    When the wind is in the east,
+    'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
+    When the wind is in the north,
+    The skilful fisher goes not forth;
+    When the wind is in the south,
+    It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
+    When the wind is in the west,
+    Then 'tis at the very best.
+
+    [Illustration: "WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE EAST"]
+
+
+  _Where should a baby rest?_
+
+    Where should a baby rest?
+    Where but on its mother's arm--
+    Where can a baby lie
+    Half so safe from every harm?
+      Lulla, lulla, lullaby,
+      Softly sleep, my baby;
+      Lulla, lulla, lullaby,
+      Soft, soft, my baby.
+
+    Nestle there, my lovely one!
+    Press to mine thy velvet cheek;
+    Sweetly coo, and smile, and look,
+    All the love thou canst not speak,
+      Lulla, lulla, lullaby,
+      Softly sleep, my baby;
+      Lulla, lulla, lullaby,
+      Soft, soft, my baby.
+
+
+  _Let us go to the woods_
+
+    "Let us go to the woods," says Richard to Robin,
+    "Let us go to the woods," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "Let us go to the woods," says John all alone,
+    "Let us go to the woods," says every one.
+
+    "What to do there?" says Richard to Robin,
+    "What to do there?" says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "What to do there?" says John all alone,
+    "What to do there?" says every one.
+
+    "We will shoot a wren," says Richard to Robin,
+    "We will shoot a wren," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "We will shoot a wren," says John all alone,
+    "We will shoot a wren," says every one.
+
+    "Then pounce, pounce," says Richard to Robin,
+    "Then pounce, pounce," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "Then pounce, pounce," says John all alone,
+    "Then pounce, pounce," says every one.
+
+    "She is dead, she is dead," says Richard to Robin,
+    "She is dead, she is dead," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "She is dead, she is dead," says John all alone,
+    "She is dead, she is dead," says every one.
+
+    "How shall we get her home?" says Richard to Robin,
+    "How shall we get her home?" says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "How shall we get her home?" says John all alone,
+    "How shall we get her home?" says every one.
+
+    "In a cart with six horses," says Richard to Robin,
+    "In a cart with six horses," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "In a cart with six horses," says John all alone.
+    "In a cart with six horses," says every one.
+
+    "How shall we get her dressed?" says Richard to Robin,
+    "How shall we get her dressed?" says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "How shall we get her dressed?" says John all alone,
+    "How shall we get her dressed?" says every one.
+
+    "We will hire seven cooks," says Richard to Robin,
+    "We will hire seven cooks," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "We will hire seven cooks," says John all alone,
+    "We will hire seven cooks," says every one.
+
+
+  _Hickory, Dickory, Dock_
+
+    Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
+    The mouse ran up the clock,
+    The clock struck one,
+    The mouse ran down,
+    Hickory, Dickory, Dock.
+
+
+  _A Frog he would a-wooing go_
+
+    A Frog he would a-wooing go,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    Whether his mother would let him or no.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    So off he set with his opera hat,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    And on the road he met with a rat.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,"
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    When they reached the door of Mousey's hall,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    But let it be something that's not very long."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied Mr. Frog,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "I'll sing you a song that I have just made."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    But while they were all a merry-making,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    The cat she seized the rat by the crown;
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright;
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    He took up his hat, and he wished them good-night.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    So there was an end of one, two, and three,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+
+  _When I was a bachelor_
+
+    When I was a bachelor I lived by myself,
+    And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf,
+    The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
+    That I went to London, to get myself a wife.
+
+    The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
+    I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow,
+    The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,
+    Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.
+
+
+  _Goosey, goosey, gander_
+
+      Goosey, goosey, gander,
+      Whither shall I wander?
+    Upstairs and downstairs,
+      And in my lady's chamber;
+
+    There I met an old man
+      That would not say his prayers;
+    I took him by the left leg,
+      And threw him downstairs.
+
+
+  _Robin the Bobbin_
+
+    Robin the Bobbin, the big bouncing Ben,
+    He ate more meat than fourscore men;
+    He ate a cow, he ate a calf,
+    He ate a butcher and a half;
+    He ate a church, he ate a steeple,
+    He ate the priest and all the people!
+
+
+  _Rock-a-bye, baby_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _Tom, Tom, the piper's son_
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+    He learned to play when he was young,
+    But all the tunes that he could play,
+    Was "Over the hills and far away."
+    Over the hills, and a great way off,
+    And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+    Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
+    That he pleased both the girls and boys,
+    And they stopped to hear him play,
+    "Over the hills and far away."
+
+    Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
+    That those who heard him could never keep still;
+    Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
+    Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
+
+    [Illustration: THOSE THAT HEARD HIM COULD NEVER KEEP STILL.]
+
+    As Dolly was milking the cow one day,
+    Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
+    So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"
+    Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.
+
+    He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
+    He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
+    She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
+    She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
+
+    He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
+    Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
+    He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
+    And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.
+
+
+  _A pie sate on a pear-tree_
+
+    A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+    A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+    A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+    Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
+    Once so merrily hopped she,
+    Twice so merrily hopped she,
+    Thrice so merrily hopped she,
+    Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
+    Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare;
+    But let the little colt go bare.
+
+
+  _Doctor Faustus was a good man_
+
+    Doctor Faustus was a good man,
+    He whipped his scholars now and then;
+
+    When he whipped them he made them dance,
+    Out of Scotland into France,
+    Out of France into Spain,
+    And then he whipped them back again!
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Sing! sing! What shall I sing?
+    The cat's run away with the pudding string.
+
+
+  _The fox and his wife_
+
+    The fox and his wife they had a great strife,
+    They never ate mustard in all their whole life;
+    They ate their meat without fork or knife,
+      And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!
+
+    The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;
+    The stars they were shining, and all things bright;
+    Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night
+      For me to go through the town, e-ho!
+
+    The fox when he came to yonder stile,
+    He lifted his lugs and he listened awhile!
+    Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile
+      From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!
+
+    The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
+    Who should he see but the farmer's drake;
+    I love you well for your master's sake,
+      And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!
+
+    The grey goose she ran round the haystack,
+    Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;
+    You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
+      From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!
+
+    Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,
+    She opened the casement, and popped out her head;
+    Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is dead,
+      And the fox is gone through the town, oh!
+
+    Then the old man got up in his red cap,
+    And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;
+    But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,
+      And ran through the town, the town, oh!
+
+    When he got to the top of the hill,
+    He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,
+    For joy that he was safe
+      Through the town, oh!
+
+    When the fox came back to his den,
+    He had young ones both nine and ten,
+    "You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,
+    If you bring us such nice meat
+      From the town, oh!"
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    They that wash on Friday, wash in need;
+    And they that wash on Saturday, oh! they're sluts indeed.
+
+
+  _Robert Barnes, fellow fine_
+
+    "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."
+
+
+  _Twinkle, twinkle, little star_
+
+    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
+    How I wonder what you are,
+    Up above the world so high,
+    Like a diamond in the sky.
+
+    When the blazing sun is gone,
+    When he nothing shines upon,
+    Then you show your little light,
+    Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
+
+    Then the traveller in the dark
+    Thanks you for your tiny spark:
+    How could he see where to go,
+    If you did not twinkle so?
+
+    In the dark blue sky you keep,
+    Often through my curtains peep,
+    For you never shut your eye,
+    Till the sun is in the sky.
+
+    As your bright and tiny spark
+    Lights the traveller in the dark,
+    Though I know not what you are,
+    Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
+
+
+  _On Christmas eve I turned the spit_
+
+    On Christmas eve I turned the spit,
+    I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;
+    The cock sparrow flew over the table,
+    The pot began to play with the ladle;
+    The ladle stood up like a naked man,
+    And vowed he'd fight the frying-pan;
+    The frying-pan behind the door
+    Said he never saw the like before;
+    And the kitchen clock I was going to wind,
+    Said he never saw the like behind.
+
+
+  _Multiplication is vexation_
+
+    Multiplication is vexation,
+      Division is just as bad;
+    The Rule of Three perplexes me,
+      And Practice drives me mad.
+
+
+  _Elizabeth_
+
+    Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess,
+    Went over the water to rob a bird's nest,
+    They found a nest with five eggs in it,
+    They each took one, and left four in it.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Jack be nimble
+    Jack be quick,
+    Jack jump over the candlestick.
+
+
+  _Good people all, of every sort_
+
+    Good people all, of every sort,
+      Give ear unto my song:
+    And if you find it wondrous short,
+      It cannot hold you long.
+
+    In Islington there was a man,
+      Of whom the world might say,
+    That still a Godly race he ran,
+      Whene'er he went to pray.
+
+    A kind and gentle heart he had,
+      To comfort friends and foes;
+    The naked every day he clad,
+      When he put on his clothes.
+
+    And in that town a dog was found:
+      As many dogs there be--
+    Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
+      And curs of low degree.
+
+    This dog and man at first were friends,
+      But, when a pique began,
+    The dog, to gain some private ends,
+      Went mad, and bit the man.
+
+    Around from all the neighbouring streets
+      The wondering neighbours ran;
+    And swore the dog had lost his wits,
+      To bite so good a man.
+
+    The wound it seemed both sore and sad
+      To every Christian eye;
+    And while they swore the dog was mad,
+      They swore the man would die.
+
+    But soon a wonder came to light,
+      That showed the rogues they lied--
+    The man recovered of the bite;
+      The dog it was that died.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman_
+
+    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 round, and sent them to bed.
+
+    [Illustration: "SHE WHIPPED THEM ALL ROUND."]
+
+
+  _Monday's bairn_
+
+    Monday's bairn is fair of face,
+    Tuesday's bairn is full of grace,
+    Wednesday's bairn is full of woe,
+    Thursday's bairn has far to go,
+    Friday's bairn is loving and giving,
+    Saturday's bairn works hard for its living,
+    But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day
+    Is bonny and blythe and good and gay.
+
+
+  _Punch and Judy_
+
+    Punch and Judy
+      Fought for a pie,
+    Punch gave Judy
+      A knock in the eye.
+
+    Says Punch to Judy,
+      "Will you have any more?"
+    Says Judy to Punch,
+      "My eyes are too sore."
+
+
+  _I will sing you a song_
+
+    I will sing you a song,
+    Though 'tis not very long,
+    Of the woodcock and the sparrow,
+    Of the little dog that burned his tail,
+    And he shall be whipped to-morrow.
+
+
+  _The little clock_
+
+    There's a neat little clock,
+      In the schoolroom it stands,
+    And it points to the time
+      With its two little hands
+
+    And may we, like the clock,
+      Keep a face clean and bright,
+    With hands ever ready
+      To do what is right.
+
+
+  _Cross patch, draw the latch_
+
+    Cross patch,
+      Draw the latch,
+    And sit by the fire and spin;
+      Take a cup,
+      And drink it up,
+    Then call your neighbours in.
+
+
+  _There was a lady loved a swine_
+
+    There was a lady loved a swine,
+      Honey, quoth she,
+    Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?
+      Grunt, quoth he.
+
+    I'll build thee a silver stye
+      Honey, quoth she;
+    And in it thou shalt lie;
+      Grunt, quoth he.
+
+    Pinned with a silver pin,
+      Honey, quoth she,
+    That you may go out and in;
+      Grunt, quoth he.
+
+    Wilt thou now have me,
+      Honey, quoth she;
+    Grunt, grunt, grunt, quoth he,
+      And went his way.
+
+
+  _Robin-a-Bobbin_
+
+    Robin-a-Bobbin
+      Bent his bow,
+    Shot at a pigeon,
+      And killed a crow.
+
+
+  _In marble walls_
+
+    In marble walls as white as milk,
+    Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
+    Within a fountain crystal clear,
+    A golden apple doth appear.
+    No doors there are to this stronghold,
+    Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
+
+
+  _If all the world were water_
+
+    If all the world were water,
+      And all the sea were ink,
+    What should we do for bread and cheese?
+      What should we do for drink?
+
+
+  _GOD bless the master of this house_
+
+    GOD bless the master of this house,
+      The mistress bless also,
+    And all the little children
+      That round the table go;
+    And all your kin and kinsmen,
+      That dwell both far and near:
+    I wish you a merry Christmas,
+      And a happy new year.
+
+
+  _Birds, beasts, and fishes_
+
+    The Dog will come when he is called
+      The Cat will walk away;
+    The Monkey's cheek is very bald;
+      The Goat is fond of play.
+    The Parrot is a prate-apace,
+      Yet knows not what he says:
+    The noble Horse will win the race,
+      Or draw you in a chaise.
+
+    The Pig is not a feeder nice,
+      The Squirrel loves a nut,
+    The Wolf would eat you in a trice,
+      The Buzzard's eyes are shut.
+    The Lark sings high up in the air,
+      The Linnet in the tree;
+    The Swan he has a bosom fair,
+      And who so proud as he?
+
+    Oh, yes, the Peacock is more proud,
+      Because his tail has eyes;
+    The Lion roars so very loud,
+      He'd fill you with surprise.
+    The Raven's coat is shining black,
+      Or, rather, raven-grey:
+    The Camel's bunch is on his back,
+      The Owl abhors the day.
+
+    The Sparrow steals the cherry ripe.
+      The Elephant is wise,
+    The Blackbird charms you with his pipe,
+      The false Hyena cries.
+    The Hen guards well her little chicks,
+      The Cow--her hoof is slit:
+    The Beaver builds with mud and sticks,
+      The Lapwing cries "Peewit."
+
+    The little Wren is very small,
+      The Humming-bird is less;
+    The Lady-bird is least of all,
+      And beautiful in dress.
+    The Pelican she loves her young,
+      The Stork its parent loves;
+    The Woodcock's bill is very long,
+      And innocent are Doves.
+
+    The streaked Tiger's fond of blood,
+      The Pigeon feeds on peas,
+    The Duck will gobble in the mud,
+      The Mice will eat your cheese.
+    A Lobster's black, when boiled he's red,
+      The harmless Lamb must bleed;
+    The Cod-fish has a clumsy head,
+      The Goose on grass will feed.
+
+    The lady in her gown of silk,
+      The little Worm may thank;
+    The sick man drinks the Ass's milk,
+      The Weasel's long and lank.
+    The Buck gives us a venison dish,
+      When hunted for the spoil:
+    The Shark eats up the little fish,
+      The Whale produces oil.
+
+    The Glow-worm shines the darkest night,
+      With Lantern in his tail;
+    The Turtle is the cit's delight,
+      And wears a coat of mail.
+    In Germany they hunt the Boar,
+      The Bee brings honey home,
+    The Ant lays up a winter store,
+      The Bear loves honey-comb.
+
+    The Eagle has a crooked beak,
+      The Plaice has orange spots;
+    The Starling, if he's taught, will speak;
+      The Ostrich walks and trots.
+    The child that does not these things know,
+      Might well be called a dunce;
+    But I in knowledge quick will grow,
+      For youth can come but once.
+
+
+  _Snail, Snail_
+
+    Snail, Snail, come out of your hole,
+    Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.
+
+    Snail, Snail, put out your horns,
+    Here comes a thief to pull down your walls.
+
+
+  _As I was going to sell my eggs_
+
+    As I was going to sell my eggs
+    I met a man with bandy legs;
+    Bandy legs and crooked toes,
+    I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
+
+
+  _A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare_
+
+    A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,
+               Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+    With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
+               Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+    A raven cried "Croak!" and they all tumbled down,
+               Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+    The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,
+               Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+    The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
+               Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+    And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,
+               Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+
+  _My little brother_
+
+    I love you well, my little brother,
+      And you are fond of me;
+    Let us be kind to one another,
+      As brothers ought to be.
+
+    You shall learn to play with me,
+      And learn to use my toys;
+    And then I think that we shall be
+      Two happy little boys.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman lived under a hill_
+
+    There was an old woman lived under a hill,
+    She put a mouse in a bag and sent it to the mill;
+    The miller did swear by the point of his knife,
+    He never took toll of a mouse in his life.
+
+
+  _When I was a little boy_
+
+    When I was a little boy,
+    I washed my mammy's dishes,
+    I put my finger in my eye,
+    And pulled out golden fishes.
+
+
+  _Hickety, pickety_
+
+    Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
+    She lays eggs for gentlemen;
+    Gentlemen come every day
+    To see what my black hen doth lay.
+
+    [Illustration: "... MY BLACK HEN, LAYS EGGS FOR GENTLEMEN."]
+
+
+  _I had a little husband_
+
+    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 a little horse,
+      That galloped up and down;
+    I bridled him, and saddled him,
+      And sent him out of town.
+
+    I gave him some garters,
+      To garter up his hose,
+    And a little handkerchief,
+      To wipe his pretty nose.
+
+
+  _Wash me and comb me_
+
+    Wash me and comb me,
+    And lay me down softly,
+    And lay me on a bank to dry,
+    That I may look pretty
+    When somebody comes by.
+
+
+  _Come take up your hats, and away let us haste_
+
+    Come take up your hats, and away let us haste,
+    To the Butterfly's Ball, and the Grasshopper's Feast.
+    The trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summoned the crew,
+    And the revels are now only waiting for you.
+
+    On the smooth shaven grass, by the side of a wood,
+    Beneath a broad oak which for ages had stood,
+    See the children of earth, and the tenants of air,
+    To an evening's amusement together repair.
+
+    And there came the Beetle so blind and so black,
+    Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back.
+    And there came the Gnat and the Dragonfly too,
+    With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.
+
+    And there came the Moth, with her plumage of down,
+    And the Hornet with jacket of yellow and brown;
+    And with him the Wasp, his companion, did bring,
+    But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.
+
+    Then the sly little Dormouse peeped out of his hole,
+    And led to the Feast his blind cousin the Mole:
+    And the Snail, with her horns peeping out of her shell,
+    Came, fatigued with the distance, the length of an ell.
+
+    A mushroom the table, and on it was spread
+    A water-dock leaf, which their table-cloth made.
+    The viands were various, to each of their taste,
+    And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten the feast.
+
+    With steps most majestic the Snail did advance,
+    And he promised the gazers a minuet to dance;
+    But they all laughed so loud that he drew in his head,
+    And went in his own little chamber to bed.
+
+    Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night,
+    Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with his light.
+    So home let us hasten, while yet we can see,
+    For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.
+
+
+  _I had a little pony_
+
+    I had a little pony,
+      They called him Dapple Grey,
+    I lent him to a lady,
+      To ride a mile away.
+
+    She whipped him, she lashed him,
+      She drove him through the mire,
+    I wadna gie my pony yet
+      For all the lady's hire.
+
+
+  _Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty_
+
+    Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty,
+    The cat run up the plum-tree,
+    Half-a-crown
+    To fetch her down,
+    Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty.
+
+
+  _See, Saw, Margery Daw_
+
+    See, Saw, Margery Daw,
+    Sold her bed and lay upon straw;
+    Was not she a dirty slut,
+    To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Great A, little a, Bouncing B,
+    The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.
+
+
+  _There was a jovial beggar_
+
+        There was a jovial beggar,
+          He had a wooden leg,
+        Lame from his cradle,
+          And forced for to beg.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        A bag for his oatmeal,
+          Another for his salt;
+        And a pair of crutches,
+          To show that he can halt.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        A bag for his wheat,
+          Another for his rye;
+        A little bottle by his side
+          To drink when he's a-dry.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        Seven years I begged
+          For my old Master Wild,
+        He taught me to beg
+          When I was but a child.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        I begged for my master,
+          And got him store of pelf;
+        And now, Jove be praised!
+          I'm begging for myself.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        In a hollow tree
+          I live, and pay no rent;
+        Providence provides for me,
+          And I am well content.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        Of all the occupations,
+          A beggar's life's the best;
+        For whene'er he's weary,
+          He'll lay him down and rest.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go,
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        I fear no plots against me,
+          I live in open cell;
+        Then who would be a king,
+          When beggars live so well?
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+
+  _Now what do you think_
+
+    Now what do you think
+      Of little Jack Jingle?
+    Before he was married
+      He used to live single.
+
+
+  _Bobby Shaftoe_
+
+    Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
+    Silver buckles on his knee;
+    He'll come back and marry me,
+    Bonny Bobby Shaftoe!
+    Bobby Shaftoe's young and fair,
+    Combing down his yellow hair,
+    He's my love for evermore,
+    Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+
+  _For want of a nail_
+
+    For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,
+    For want of the shoe, the horse was lost,
+    For want of the horse, the rider was lost,
+    For want of the rider, the battle was lost,
+    For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,
+    And all from the want of a horseshoe nail!
+
+
+  _Rub-a-dub-dub_
+
+    Rub-a-dub-dub
+      Three men in a tub,
+    And who do you think they be?
+      The butcher, the baker,
+      The candlestick-maker;
+    Turn 'em out, knaves all three!
+
+
+  _There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all_
+
+    There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
+    Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;
+    A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
+    And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
+
+
+  _Jacky, come give me thy fiddle_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _Young Lambs to sell_
+
+        Young Lambs to sell!
+        Young Lambs to sell!
+    If I'd as much money as I can tell,
+    I never would cry--Young Lambs to sell!
+
+    [Illustration: "YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL"]
+
+
+  _Johnny Pringle had a little pig_
+
+    Johnny Pringle had a little pig,
+    It was very little, so not very big:
+    As it was playing on a dunghill,
+    In a moment poor piggy was killed.
+    So Johnny Pringle, he sat down and cried,
+    Betsy Pringle, she lay down and died.
+    There is the history of one, two, and three,
+    Johnny Pringle, Betsy Pringle, and little Piggy.
+
+
+  _Yet didn't you see_
+
+    Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
+    What naughty tricks they put upon me:
+        They broke my pitcher,
+          And spilt my water,
+        And huffed my mother,
+          And chid her daughter,
+    And kissed my sister instead of me.
+
+
+  _Hot-cross Buns!_
+
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+    One a penny, two a penny
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+    If ye have no daughters,
+        Give them to your sons.
+
+
+  _Jack Jingle_
+
+    Jack Jingle went 'prentice
+      To make a horseshoe,
+    He wasted the iron
+      Till it would not do.
+    His master came in,
+      And began for to rail;
+    Says Jack, "The shoe's spoiled,
+      But 'twill still make a nail."
+
+    He tried at the nail,
+      But, chancing to miss,
+    Says, "If it won't make a nail,
+      It shall yet make a hiss."
+    Then into the water
+      Threw the hot iron, smack.
+    "Hiss!" quoth the iron;
+      "I thought so," says Jack.
+
+
+  _Hey ding-a-ding_
+
+    Hey ding-a-ding,
+    I heard a bird sing,
+    The parliament soldiers
+    Are gone to the king.
+
+
+  _Willy boy, where are you going?_
+
+    Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+      I will go with you, if that I may.
+    I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing,
+      I'm going to help them make the hay.
+
+
+  _Little Nancy Etticoat_
+
+    Little Nancy Etticoat,
+    In a white petticoat,
+    And a red nose;
+    The longer she stands,
+    The shorter she grows.
+
+
+  _He that would thrive_
+
+        He that would thrive,
+        Must rise at five;
+        He that hath thriven,
+        May lie till seven;
+    And he that by the plough would thrive,
+    Himself must either hold or drive.
+
+
+  _I had a little nut tree_
+
+    I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
+    But a silver apple and a golden pear;
+    The King of Spain's daughter came to see me,
+    And all for the sake of my little nut tree.
+    I skipped over water, I danced over sea,
+    And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.
+
+
+  _An apple pie_
+
+    An apple pie, when it looks nice,
+    Would make one long to have a slice,
+    But if the taste should prove so, too,
+    I fear one slice would scarcely do.
+    So to prevent my asking twice,
+    Pray, mamma, cut a good large slice.
+
+    [Illustration: I HAD A LITTLE NUT TREE]
+
+
+  _I saw three ships come sailing by_
+
+    I saw three ships come sailing by,
+      Sailing by, sailing by,
+    I saw three ships come sailing by,
+      On New-Year's Day in the morning.
+
+    And what do you think was in them then,
+      In them then, in them then?
+    And what do you think was in them then,
+      On New-Year's Day in the morning.
+
+    Three pretty girls were in them then,
+      In them then, in them then,
+    Three pretty girls were in them then,
+      On New-Year's Day in the morning.
+
+    And one could whistle, and one could sing,
+      And one could play on the violin,
+    Such joy there was at my wedding,
+      On New-Year's Day in the morning.
+
+
+  _Oh, who is so merry_
+
+    Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
+    As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!
+        He dances and sings
+        To the sound of his wings,
+    With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
+
+    Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho!
+    As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!
+        His nectar he sips
+        From a primrose's lips,
+    With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
+
+    Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
+    As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!
+        His night is the noon
+        And his sun is the moon,
+    With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
+
+
+  _One, two, three, four, five_
+
+    One, two, three, four, five,
+    I have caught a fish alive;
+    Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
+    I have let it go again.
+    Why did you let it go?
+    Because it bit my finger so.
+    Which finger did it bite?
+    The little one on the right.
+
+
+  _Little Polly Flinders_
+
+    Little Polly Flinders
+    Sat among the cinders,
+      Warming her pretty little toes!
+    Her mother came and caught her,
+    And whipped her little daughter,
+      For spoiling her nice new clothes.
+
+
+  _A curious discourse_
+
+    A curious discourse about an Apple-pie, that passed between the
+    Twenty-five Letters at Dinner-time.
+
+    Says A, Give me a good large slice.
+    Says B, A little Bit, but nice.
+    Says C, Cut me a piece of Crust.
+    Says D, It is as Dry as Dust.
+    Says E, I'll Eat now, fast who will.
+    Says F, I vow I'll have my Fill.
+    Says G, Give it to me Good and Great.
+    Says H, A little bit I Hate.
+    Says I, I love the Juice the best.
+    And K the very same confessed.
+    Says L, There's nothing more I Love.
+    Says M, It makes your teeth to Move.
+    N Noticed what the others said.
+    O Others' plates with grief surveyed.
+    P Praised the cook up to the life.
+    Q Quarrelled 'cause he'd a bad knife.
+    Says R, It Runs short, I'm afraid.
+    S Silent sat, and nothing said.
+    T thought that Talking might lose time.
+    U Understood it at meals a crime.
+    W Wished there had been a quince in.
+    Says X, Those cooks there's no convincing.
+    Says Y, I'll eat, let others wish.
+    Z sat as mute as any fish.
+    While ampersand, he licked the dish.
+
+
+  _The man in the moon_
+
+      The man in the moon
+      Came tumbling down,
+    And asked his way to Norwich;
+      He went by the south,
+      And burnt his mouth,
+    With supping cold pease-porridge.
+
+
+  _There were three jovial Welshmen_
+
+    There were three jovial Welshmen,
+      As I have 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 he said "Nay;"
+    The third said it was a house,
+      With 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 he said "Nay;"
+    The third said it was a cheese,
+      And half o' it cut away.
+
+
+  _The Hart he loves the high wood_
+
+    The Hart he loves the high wood,
+      The Hare she loves the hill,
+    The Knight he loves his bright sword,
+      The Lady--loves her will.
+
+
+  _I had a little moppet_
+
+        I had a little moppet,
+        I kept it in my pocket,
+    And fed it with corn and hay,
+        There came a proud beggar
+        Who swore he would have her,
+    And stole little moppet away.
+
+
+  _Wee Willie Winkie_
+
+    Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
+    Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
+    Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
+    "Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?"
+
+
+  _There was a little woman_
+
+    There was a little woman, as I've been told,
+    Who was not very young, nor yet very old,
+    Now this little woman her living got,
+    By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!
+
+
+  _Around the green gravel_
+
+    Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
+    And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
+    Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
+    And write their names with a pen and ink.
+
+
+  _Buttons a farthing a pair_
+
+    Buttons a farthing a pair,
+    Come, who will buy them of me?
+    They're round and sound and pretty,
+    And fit for the girls of the city.
+    Come, who will buy them of me,
+    Buttons a farthing a pair?
+
+
+  _As little Jenny Wren_
+
+    As little Jenny Wren
+      Was sitting by the shed,
+    She waggled with her tail,
+      And nodded with her head.
+    She waggled with her tail,
+      And nodded with her head,
+    As little Jenny Wren
+      Was sitting by the shed.
+
+
+  _Three blind mice_
+
+    Three blind mice, see how they run!
+    They all ran after the farmer's wife,
+    Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife,
+    Did you ever see such a thing in your life?
+                               As three blind mice.
+
+
+  _The north wind doth blow_
+
+        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 to keep himself warm,
+    Will hide his head under his wing.
+                       Poor thing!
+
+
+  _Bless you, burny-bee_
+
+    Bless you, bless you, burny-bee:
+    Say when will your wedding be?
+    If it be to-morrow day,
+    Take your wings and fly away.
+
+
+  _The rose is red_
+
+    The rose is red, the violet blue,
+    The gilly-flower sweet, and so are you
+    These are the words you bade me say
+    For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.
+
+
+  _Simple Simon met a pieman_
+
+    Simple Simon met a pieman
+      Going to the fair;
+    Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+      "Let me taste your ware."
+
+    [Illustration: SIMPLE SIMON]
+
+    Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+      "Show me first your penny."
+    Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+      "Indeed, I have not any."
+
+    Simple Simon went a-fishing,
+      For to catch a whale;
+    All the water he had got
+      Was in his mother's pail.
+
+
+  _Yankee Doodle_
+
+    Yankee Doodle went to town,
+      Upon a little pony;
+    He stuck a feather in his hat,
+      And called it Macaroni.
+
+    [Illustration: TWEEDLE-DUM AND TWEEDLE-DEE]
+
+    Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee
+      Resolved to have a battle,
+    For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee
+      Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
+
+    Just then flew by a monstrous crow,
+      As big as a tar barrel,
+    Which frightened both the heroes so,
+      They quite forgot their quarrel.
+
+
+  _Here's Sulky Sue_
+
+    Here's Sulky Sue,
+    What shall we do?
+    Turn her face to the wall
+    Till she comes to.
+
+
+  _Jack Sprat had a cat_
+
+      Jack Sprat
+      Had a cat,
+    It had but one ear;
+      It went to buy butter,
+    When butter was dear.
+
+
+  _A long-tailed pig_
+
+    A long-tailed pig, and a short-tailed pig,
+    Or a pig without e'er a tail,
+    A sow pig, or a boar pig,
+    Or a pig with a curly tail.
+
+    [Illustration: AS I WAS GOING UP PIPPEN HILL.]
+
+    As  I was going up Pippen Hill
+      Pippen Hill was dirty;
+    There I met a pretty miss,
+      And she dropped me a curtsey.
+
+    Little miss, pretty miss,
+      Blessings light upon you!
+    If I had half-a-crown a day,
+      I'd spend it all on you.
+
+
+  _Lavender blue and rosemary green_
+
+    Lavender blue and rosemary green,
+    When I am king you shall be queen;
+    Call up my maids at four o'clock,
+    Some to the wheel and some to the rock,
+    Some to make hay and some to shear corn,
+    And you and I will keep ourselves warm.
+
+
+  _Hey, my kitten, my kitten_
+
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+      And hey, my kitten, my deary!
+    Such a sweet pet as this
+      Was neither far nor neary.
+    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.
+
+    [Illustration: "HERE WE GO BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS."]
+
+
+  _Polly put the kettle on_
+
+    Polly, put the kettle on,
+    Polly, put the kettle on,
+    Polly, put the kettle on,
+      And we'll all have tea.
+
+    Sukey, take it off again,
+    Sukey, take it off again,
+    Sukey, take it off again,
+      They're all gone away.
+
+
+  _There was a little boy went into a barn_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _The old woman and her pig_
+
+    An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked
+    sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I
+    will go to market, and buy a little pig."
+
+    As she was coming home, she came to a stile; but the pig would not
+    go over the stile.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a dog. So she said to the
+    dog--
+
+      "Dog, dog, bite pig!
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the dog would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she said--
+
+      "Stick, stick, beat dog!
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the stick would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said--
+
+      "Fire, fire, burn stick!
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the fire would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met some water. So she said--
+
+      "Water, water, quench fire!
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the water would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met an ox. So she said--
+
+      "Ox, ox, drink water!
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the ox would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a butcher. So she said--
+
+      "Butcher, butcher, kill ox!
+      Ox won't drink water;
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the butcher would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a rope. So she said--
+
+      "Rope, rope, hang butcher!
+      Butcher won't kill ox;
+      Ox won't drink water;
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the rope would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a rat. So she said--
+
+      "Rat, rat, gnaw rope!
+      Rope won't hang butcher;
+      Butcher won't kill ox;
+      Ox won't drink water;
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the rat would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a cat. So she said--
+
+      "Cat, cat, kill rat!
+      Rat won't gnaw rope;
+      Rope won't hang butcher;
+      Butcher won't kill ox;
+      Ox won't drink water;
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+    The cat said, "If you will give me a saucer of milk, I will kill the
+    rat."
+
+    So the old woman gave the cat the milk, and when she had lapped up
+    the milk--
+
+      The cat began to kill the rat;
+      The rat began to gnaw the rope;
+      The rope began to hang the butcher;
+      The butcher began to kill the ox;
+      The ox began to drink the water;
+      The water began to quench the fire;
+      The fire began to burn the stick;
+      The stick began to beat the dog;
+      The dog began to bite the pig;
+      The pig jumped over the stile;
+      And so the old woman got home that night.
+
+
+  _Tit, tat, toe_
+
+    Tit, tat, toe,
+    My first go,
+    Three jolly butcher boys
+    All of a row;
+    Stick one up,
+    Stick one down,
+    Stick one in the old man's crown.
+
+
+  _Monday alone_
+
+    Monday alone,
+      Tuesday together,
+    Wednesday we walk
+      When it's fine weather.
+    Thursday we kiss,
+      Friday we cry,
+    Saturday's hours
+      Seem almost to fly.
+    But of all days in the week
+      We will call
+    Sunday, the rest day,
+      The best day of all.
+
+
+  _As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge_
+
+    As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge,
+      I met with a Westminster scholar;
+    He pulled off his cap, _an' drew_ off his glove,
+      And wished me a very good-morrow,
+        What is his name?
+
+    [Illustration: AS I WALKED BY MYSELF]
+
+    As I walked by myself,
+    I talked to myself,
+      And the self-same self said to me,
+
+    Look out for thyself,
+    Take care of thyself,
+      For nobody cares for thee.
+
+    I answered myself,
+    And said to myself
+      In the self-same repartee,
+
+    Look to thyself,
+    Or not look to thyself,
+      The self-same thing will be.
+
+    [Illustration: THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN AND HE WOO'D A LITTLE MAID]
+
+        There was a little man,
+        And he wooed a little maid,
+    And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
+        I have little more to say,
+        Than will you, yea or nay,
+    For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."
+
+        The little maid replied,
+        Some say a little sighed,
+    "But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?
+        Will the love that you're so rich in
+        Make a fire in the kitchen?
+    Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"
+
+
+  _Pussy sits beside the fire_
+
+    Pussy sits beside the fire,
+      How can she be fair?
+    In comes the little dog,
+      Pussy, are you there?
+    So, so, Mistress Pussy,
+      Pray how do you do?
+    Thank you, thank you, little dog,
+      I'm very well just now.
+
+    [Illustration: BRYAN O'LIN]
+
+    Bryan O'Lin and his wife and wife's mother,
+    They all went over a bridge together:
+    The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,
+    "Mischief take all!" quoth Bryan O'Lin.
+
+
+  _Cold and raw_
+
+    Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,
+      Bleak in a morning early;
+    All the hills are covered with snow,
+      And winter's now come fairly.
+
+
+  _January brings the snow_
+
+    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 hardest 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.
+
+
+  _Bye, baby bunting_
+
+    Bye, baby bunting,
+    Father's gone a-hunting,
+    Mother's gone a-milking,
+    Sister's gone a-silking,
+    Brother's gone to buy a skin
+    To wrap the baby bunting in.
+
+
+  _Ding, dong bell_
+
+    Ding, dong bell,
+    Pussy's in the well!
+    Who put her in?--
+    Little Tommy Green.
+    Who pulled her out?--
+    Little Johnny Stout.
+    What a naughty boy was that
+    To drown poor pussy-cat,
+    Who never did any harm,
+    But killed the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+  _Four and twenty tailors_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _What is the news of the day?_
+
+    What is the news of the day,
+    Good neighbour, I pray?
+    They say the balloon
+    Is gone up to the moon!
+
+
+  _Two little kittens_
+
+    Two little kittens, one stormy night,
+    Began to quarrel and then to fight;
+    One had a mouse, and the other had none,
+    And that's the way the quarrel begun.
+
+    "I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat.
+    "_You'll_ have that mouse?  We'll see about that!"
+    "I _will_ have that mouse," said the eldest son.
+    "You _shan't_ have the mouse," said the little one.
+
+    I told you before 'twas a stormy night
+    When these two little kittens began to fight;
+
+    The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
+    And swept the two kittens right out of the room.
+
+    The ground was covered with frost and snow,
+    And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
+    So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
+    While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.
+
+    Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
+    All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,
+    For they found it was better, that stormy night,
+    To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.
+
+    [Illustration: WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?]
+
+    What are little boys made of, made of,
+    What are little boys made of?
+    Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;
+    And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
+
+    What are little girls made of, made of, made of,
+    What are little girls made of?
+    Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
+    And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
+
+
+  _As I was a-going by a little pig-sty_
+
+    As I was a-going by a little pig-sty,
+    I saw a child's petticoat hanging to dry,
+    I took off my jacket and hung it hard by,
+    To bear the petticoat company.
+    The wind blew high, and down they fell;
+    Jacket and petticoat into the well.
+    Into the well, into the well,
+    Jacket and petticoat into the well.
+
+    [Illustration: THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM]
+
+    Three wise men of Gotham
+    Went to sea in a bowl:
+    And if the bowl had been stronger,
+    My song would have been longer.
+
+
+  _Jenny Wren fell sick_
+
+    Jenny Wren fell sick,
+      Upon a merry time;
+    In came Robin Redbreast
+      And brought her sops and wine.
+
+    "Eat well of the sop, Jenny,
+      Drink well of the wine."
+    "Thank you, Robin, kindly,
+      You shall be mine."
+
+    Jenny she got well,
+      And stood upon her feet,
+    And told Robin plainly
+      She loved him not a bit.
+
+    Robin being angry,
+      Hopped upon a twig,
+    Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you,
+      Bold-faced jig!"
+
+
+  _Sukey, you shall be my wife_
+
+    "Sukey, you shall be my wife,
+      And I will tell you why:
+    I have got a little pig,
+      And you have got a sty;
+
+    "I have got a dun cow,
+      And you can make good cheese,
+    Sukey, will you have me?
+      Say yes, if you please."
+
+    Sukey she made answer,
+      "For your cow and pig,
+    I tell you, Jacky Jingle,
+      I do not care a fig.
+
+    "I have got a puppy-dog,
+      And a pussy-cat,
+    And I have got another thing
+      That's better far than that.
+
+    "For I have got a velvet purse
+      That holds a hundred pound,
+    'Twas left me by my grand-dad
+      Who now lies underground.
+
+    "So if your cow and pig
+      Is all you have in store,
+    You may go home and mind 'em,
+      For now your wooing's o'er."
+
+    Says Jacky, "You're too hasty,
+      I've got a horse and cart;
+    And I have got a better thing,--
+      I've got a constant heart.
+
+    "If that won't do, then you may lay
+      Your money on the shelf,
+    I soon shall get another girl
+      That's better than yourself."
+
+    Then says little Sue,
+      "If your heart is true,
+    This trouble we'll get through,
+      If things are rightly carried."
+
+    There's nothing more to do,
+      'Twixt Jacky and his Sue;
+    "None so happy as us two,
+      For now we'll both be married!"
+
+    Now after they were married
+      Some good things to produce,
+    Sukey's purse and hundred pounds
+      Were quickly put in use;
+
+    Sukey milked the cow,
+      And to make good cheese did try,
+    Jack drove his horse and cart,
+      And minded pig and sty.
+
+    [Illustration: BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GO]
+
+    Blow,  wind,  blow! and go, mill, go!
+    That the miller may grind his corn;
+    That the baker may take it,
+    And into rolls make it,
+    And send us some hot in the morn.
+
+
+  _This is the death of little Jenny Wren_
+
+          This is the death of
+            Little Jenny Wren,
+          And what the doctors
+            All said then.
+
+      Jenny Wren was sick again,
+        And Jenny Wren did die;
+      The doctors vowed they'd cure her,
+        Or know the reason why.
+
+      Doctor Hawk felt her pulse,
+        And, shaking his head,
+      Said, "I fear I can't save her,
+        Because she's quite dead."
+
+    Doctor Hawk's a clever fellow,
+    He pinched her wrist enough to kill her.
+
+      "She'll do very well yet,"
+        Then said Doctor Fox,
+      "If she takes but one pill
+        From out of this box."
+
+    Ah! Doctor Fox,
+      You are very cunning,
+    For if she's dead,
+      You will not get one in.
+
+    With hartshorn in hand,
+      Came Doctor Tom-Tit,
+    Saying, "Really, good sirs,
+      It's only a fit."
+
+    You're right, Doctor Tit,
+      You need make no doubt on,
+    But death is a fit
+      Folk seldom get out on.
+
+    Doctor Cat says, "Indeed,
+      I don't think she's dead,
+    I believe if I try,
+      She yet might be bled."
+
+    You need not a lancet,
+      Miss Pussy, indeed,
+    Your claws are enough
+      A poor Wren to bleed.
+
+    "I think, Puss, you're foolish,"
+      Then says Doctor Goose,
+    "For to bleed a dead Wren
+      Can be of no use."
+
+    Why, Doctor Goose,
+      You're very wise,
+    Your wisdom profound
+      Might Ganders surprise.
+
+    Doctor Jack Ass then said,
+      "See this balsam, I make it;
+    She yet may survive
+      If you get her to take it."
+
+    What you say, Doctor Ass,
+      Perhaps may be true;
+    I ne'er saw the dead drink, though
+      Pray, Doctor, did you?
+
+    Doctor Owl then declared
+      That the cause of her death
+    He really believed, was----
+      The want of more breath.
+
+    Indeed, Doctor Owl,
+      You are much in the right;
+    You as well might have said
+      That day was not night.
+
+    Says Robin, "Get out,
+      You're a parcel of quacks,
+    Or I'll lay this good whip
+      On each of your backs."
+
+      Then Robin began
+        For to bang them about,
+      They stayed for no fees,
+        They were glad to get out.
+
+    Poor Robin long for Jenny grieves,
+    At last he covered her with leaves;
+    Yet near the place, a mournful lay,
+    For Jenny Wren sings every day.
+
+
+  _Here comes a poor widow from Babylon_
+
+    Here comes a poor widow from Babylon,
+    With six poor children all alone,
+    One can bake, and one can brew,
+    One can shape, and one can sew,
+    One can bake a cake for the king.
+    Come choose you east, come choose you west,
+    Come choose you the one that you love best.
+
+
+  _Dame Trot and her cat_
+
+    Dame Trot and her cat
+    Sat down for to chat,
+    The Dame sat on this side,
+    And Puss sat on that.
+    "Puss," says the Dame,
+    "Can you catch a rat,
+    Or a mouse in the dark?"
+    "Purr," says the cat.
+
+
+  _How do you do, neighbour?_
+
+    How do you do, neighbour?
+    Neighbour, how do you do?
+    Very well, I thank you.
+    How does Cousin Sue do?
+    She is very well,
+    And sends her love unto you,
+    And so does Cousin Bell.
+    Ah! how, pray, does she do?
+
+
+  "_Oh, what have you got for dinner?_"
+
+    "Oh, What have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond?"
+    "There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond.
+    Dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,
+    For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!
+
+    "John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two,
+    John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two;
+    Cry dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,
+    For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!"
+
+    "I have been to the ducks that are swimming in the pond,
+    And they won't come to be killed, Mrs. Bond;
+    I cried dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,
+    For you must be stuffed, and the customers filled!"
+
+    [Illustration: "COME, LITTLE WAG-TAILS, COME AND BE KILLED."]
+
+    Mrs. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage,
+    With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage;
+    She cried, "Come, little wag-tails, come and be killed,
+    For you shall be stuffed, and my customers filled!"
+
+
+  _Lucy Locket_
+
+    Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
+      Kitty Fisher found it;
+    Never a penny was there in it,
+      Save the binding round it.
+
+
+  _One, he loves_
+
+    One, he loves; two, he loves;
+    Three, he loves, they say;
+    Four, he loves with all his heart;
+
+    Five, he casts away.
+    Six, he loves; seven, she loves;
+    Eight, they both love.
+
+    Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;
+    Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.
+
+    [Illustration: TINKER, TAILOR, SOLDIER, SAILOR, APOTHECARY,
+                   PLOUGHBOY, THIEF.]
+
+
+  _He loves me_
+
+    1. He loves me,
+    2. He don't!
+    3. He'll have me,
+    4. He won't!
+    5. He would if he could,
+    6. But he can't,
+    7. So he don't!
+
+
+  _There once were two cats_
+
+    There once were two cats of Kilkenny,
+    Each thought there was one cat too many.
+    So they fought and they fit,
+    And they scratched and they bit,
+    Till, excepting their nails
+    And the tips of their tails,
+    Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
+
+
+  _Three little kittens_
+
+    Three little kittens lost their mittens,
+      And they began to cry,
+          Oh! mother dear,
+          We very much fear
+      That we have lost our mittens.
+
+        Lost your mittens!
+        You naughty kittens!
+    Then you shall have no pie.
+                 Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
+    No, you shall have no pie.
+                 Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
+
+    The three little kittens found their mittens
+      And they began to cry,
+          Oh! mother dear,
+          See here, see here!
+    See, we have found our mittens.
+
+        Put on your mittens,
+        You silly kittens,
+    And you shall have some pie.
+                Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
+    Oh! let us have the pie!
+                Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.
+
+    The three little kittens put on their mittens
+      And soon ate up the pie;
+          Oh! mother dear,
+          We greatly fear,
+    That we have soiled our mittens.
+
+        Soiled your mittens!
+        You naughty kittens!
+    Then they began to sigh,
+                Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.
+    Then they began to sigh,
+                Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.
+
+    The three little kittens washed their mittens,
+      And hung them up to dry;
+          Oh! mother dear,
+          Do you not hear,
+    That we have washed our mittens?
+
+          Washed your mittens!
+          Oh! you're good kittens.
+    But I smell a rat close by.
+      Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.
+    We smell a rat close by,
+                   Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
+
+
+  _The cock's on the housetop_
+
+    The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;
+    The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;
+    The maids in the meadows are making of hay,
+    The ducks in the river are swimming away.
+
+
+  _I do not like thee, Doctor Fell_
+
+    I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,
+    The reason why I cannot tell;
+
+    But this I know, and know full well,
+    I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.
+
+
+  _My mammy's maid_
+
+    Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,
+    She stole oranges, I'm afraid;
+    Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,
+    She stole oranges, I do believe.
+
+
+  _I had a little castle_
+
+    I had a little castle upon the sea-shore,
+    One half was water, the other was land;
+    I opened the castle door, and guess what I found,
+    I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.
+    The cup was all gold, filled with wine,
+    "Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine."
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    My diddle dinkety poppety pet,
+    The merchants of London they wear scarlet,
+    Silken the collar and velvet the hem,
+    Merrily march the merchant men.
+
+    [Illustration: "SOME IN HER POCKETS, SOME IN HER SLEEVE."]
+
+
+  _Little Betty Blue_
+
+    Little Betty Blue
+    Lost her holiday shoe.
+
+    What shall little Betty do?
+    Buy her another
+    To match the other,
+    And then she'll walk in two.
+
+
+  _A nick and a nock_
+
+    A nick and a nock,
+    A hen and cock,
+    And a penny for my master.
+
+
+  _Great A, little A_
+
+    Great A, little A,
+    This pancake day;
+    Toss the ball high,
+    Throw the ball low,
+    Those that come after
+    May sing heigh-ho!
+
+
+  _Upon St. Paul's steeple_
+
+    Upon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree.
+    As full of apples as may be,
+    The little boys of London town,
+    They run with hooks and pull them down;
+    And then they run from hedge to hedge
+    Until they come to London Bridge.
+
+    [Illustration: "THEY RUN WITH HOOKS AND PULL THEM DOWN."]
+
+
+  _Cherries are ripe_
+
+    Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,
+      Give the baby some;
+    Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,
+      Baby must have none.
+
+    Cherries are too sour to use,
+    Babies are too young to choose;
+    By-and-by, baked in a pie,
+    Baby shall have some.
+
+
+  _Old Rhyme on Cutting Nails_
+
+    Cut them on Monday, you cut them for health;
+    Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;
+    Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;
+    Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;
+    Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;
+    Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;
+    Cut them on Sunday, and you'll have ill-fortune all through the
+        week.
+
+
+  _Here a little child I stand_
+
+    Here a little child I stand,
+    Heaving up my either hand;
+    Gold as paddocks though they be,
+    Here I lift them up to Thee,
+    For a benison to fall
+    On our meat and on us all!
+
+    [Illustration: THE END]
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |   verse--verse harmless without any obvious moral--is too         |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'Sat him astride of the saddle of mutton.' _p.     |
+  | 126._]                                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | OLD-FASHIONED TALES OF LONG AGO                                   |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Edited with Introduction by E. V. LUCAS                           |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Besides numerous black and white Illustrations, the               |
+  | Frontispiece and Title-page are beautifully printed in            |
+  | Colours.                                                          |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | RUNAWAYS & CASTAWAYS                                              |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  | SWEETHEART TRAVELLERS                                             |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | By S. R. CROCKETT                                                 |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  | General Napoleon Smith                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | By S. R. CROCKETT                                                 |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | SIR TOADY CRUSOE                                                  |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | By S. R. CROCKETT                                                 |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by Gordon Browne                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | FAIRY TALES FROM GRIMM                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Of new editions of old favorites the palm must be given,      |
+  |   we think, to this collection of Fairy Tales from Grimm....      |
+  |   We do not think a better edition has appeared._'--REVIEW        |
+  |   OF REVIEWS.                                                     |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_No more acceptable edition of some of Grimm's Stories         |
+  |   has been published._'--STANDARD.                                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Altogether delightful. The illustrations are full of          |
+  |   charm and sympathy._'--SATURDAY REVIEW.                         |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_A fairy book beyond reproach._'--GRAPHIC.                     |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_We have nothing but praise for this                           |
+  |   collection._'--SKETCH.                                          |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |   he is more delightful than ever. Mr. Gordon Browne charms       |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_All the illustrations are simply inimitable._'--QUEEN.        |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'The Prince who was afraid of Nothing.'--_p.       |
+  | 216._]                                                            |
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+Title: National Rhymes of the Nursery
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+<h1 id="booktitle"><span class="smcap">National Rhymes of the Nursery</span></h1>
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+<p class="caption"><span class="smcap">National Rhymes of the Nursery<br />
+<br />
+With Introduction By<br />
+George Saintsbury<br />
+<br />
+And Drawings By<br />
+Gordon Browne<br />
+<br />
+London<br />
+<br />
+Wells, Gardner, Darton &amp; Co.<br />
+Paternoster Buildings, E.c.</span></p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i003.jpg" alt="i003" width="77" height="72" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i004.jpg" width="600" height="204" alt="i004" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">INTRODUCTION</p>
+
+<p>It is a good many years since Peacock, in one of those curiously
+ill-tempered and not particularly happy attacks on the Lake poets, with
+which he chose to diversify his earlier novels, conceived, as an
+ornament of "Mainchance Villa," a grand allegorical picture, depicting
+the most famous characters of English Nursery Tales, Rhymes,
+&amp;c.&mdash;Margery Daw, Jack and Jill, the other Jack who built the House, the
+chief figures of "that sublime strain of immortal genius" called
+<i>Dickory Dock</i>, and the third Jack, Horner, eating a symbolic Christmas
+pie. At the date of <i>Melincourt</i>, in which this occurs, its even then
+admirable author was apt to shoot his arrows rather at a venture; and it
+may be hoped, without too much rashness, that he did not mean to speak
+disrespectfully of the "sublime strain of immortal genius" itself, but
+only of what he thought Wordsworth's corrupt following of that and
+similar things.</p>
+
+<p>Nevertheless, if he had lived a little longer, or if (for he lived quite
+long enough) he had been in the mind for such game, he might have found
+fresh varieties of it in certain more modern handlings of the same
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span>subject. Since the Brothers Grimm founded modern folklore, it has
+required considerable courage to approach nursery songs and nursery
+tales in any but a spirit of the severest "scientism," which I presume
+to be the proper form for the method of those who call themselves
+"scientists." We have not only had investigations&mdash;some of them by no
+means unfruitful or uninteresting investigations&mdash;into certain things
+which are, or may be, the originals of these artless compositions in
+history or in popular manners. We have not only had some of their queer
+verbal jingles twisted back again into what may have been an articulate
+and authentic meaning. I do not know that many of them have been made
+out to be sun-myths; but that yesterday popular, to-day rather
+discredited, system of exposition is very evidently as applicable to
+them as to anything else. The older variety of mystical and moral
+interpretation having gone out of fashion before they had emerged from
+the contempt of the learned, it has not been much applied to them,
+though the temptation is great, for, as King Charles observes in
+"Woodstock," most things in the world remind one of the tales of Mother
+Goose.</p>
+
+<p>But the most special attentions that nursery rhymes have received have,
+perhaps, taken the form of the elaborate and ingenious divisions
+attempted by Halliwell and others. Indeed, something of the kind has
+been so common that the absence here of anything similar may excite some
+surprise, and look like disrespect to a scientific age. The omission,
+however, is designed, and a reason or two may be rendered for it.
+Halliwell (to take the most generally known instance) has no less than
+seventeen compartments in which he stows remorselessly these "things
+that are old and pretty," to apply to them a phrase that Lamb loved.
+There are, it seems, historical nursery rhymes, literal nursery rhymes;
+nursery rhymes narrative, proverbial, scholastic, lyrical, riddlesome;
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span>rhymes dealing with charms, with gaffers and gammers, with games, with
+paradoxes, with lullabies, with jingles, with love and matrimony, with
+natural (I wish he had called it unnatural) history, with accumulative
+stories, with localities, with relics. It may be permitted to cry "Mercy
+on us," when one thinks of the poor little wildings, so full of nature
+and, if not ignorant of art, of an art so cunningly concealed, being
+subjected to the trimmings and torturings of the <i>Ars Topiaria</i> after
+this fashion. The division is clearly arbitrary and non-natural; it is
+often what logicians very properly object to as a "cross"-division; it
+leads to the inclusion of many things which are not properly nursery
+rhymes at all; and it necessitates, or at least gives occasion to, a
+vast amount of idle talk. For instance, take King Arthur, this way, that
+way, which way you please: as a hero of history, as a great central
+figure of romance, or even (I grieve to say a learned friend of mine is
+wont to speak of him so) as a "West-Welsh thief." Are we called upon in
+the very slightest degree to connect any of these Arthurs with the
+artist of the bag-pudding? to discuss what was the material that Queen
+Guinevere preferred for frying, and to select the most probable
+"noblemen" from the Table Round? Does anybody, except as a rather
+ponderous joke, care to discuss whether King Cole was really father of
+Constantine's mother, and had anything to do with Colchester? Though it
+may be admitted that a "Colchester carpet-bag," that is to say, a very
+thick steak all but sliced through and stuffed with oysters, would
+probably not have been unacceptable to the monarch as a preliminary to
+the bowl.</p>
+
+<p>The simple fact seems to be, that one of Halliwell's
+partitions&mdash;"jingles"&mdash;will do for the whole seventeen, and do a great
+deal better than the other sixteen of them. It may be perfectly true
+that most of the things indicated in these class-names supplied, in this
+case and that, basis for the jingle, starting-points, texts, and so
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span>forth. But all genuine nursery rhymes (even in fragments such as
+"Martin Swart and his men, Sodledum [saddle them], sodledum," if it is
+genuine, and others where definite history comes in) have never become
+nursery rhymes until the historical fact has been practically forgotten
+by those who used them, and nothing but the metrical and musical
+attraction remains. Some of the alphabet and number rhymes may possibly
+(it is sad to have to confess it) have been composed with a deliberate
+purpose of instruction; but it is noticeable that these have never
+become quite the genuine thing, except in cases such as&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p6 noin">"Big A, little a, bouncing B,<br />
+The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see,"</p>
+
+<p class="noin">where the subtle tendency to nonsense takes the weak intention of sense
+on its back as a fox does a chicken and runs right away with it. Again,
+it would be rash to say that it is impossible to make out popular
+customs and popular beliefs from these texts. But it is quite certain
+that they have for the most part left the customs and the beliefs a long
+way behind them, that these things are, to vary the metaphor, merely in
+palimpsest relation to the present purport and contents of the rhymes.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps, therefore, while not grudging folklorists their perquisitions
+in this delightful region, and while acknowledging that there are many
+interesting things to be found out by them in it, we may be permitted to
+look at nursery rhymes from a rather different point of view. And from
+this point it will not, I think, be fanciful to see in them, to a great
+extent, the poetical appeal of sound as opposed to that of meaning
+expressed in its simplest and most unmistakable terms. We shall find in
+these pieces the two special pillars of all modern poetry, alliteration
+and rhyme, or at least assonance, which is only rhyme undeveloped. And
+we shall find something else, which I venture to call
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span>
+the attraction of
+the inarticulate. It is not necessary to take the cynical sense of the
+famous saying, that language was given to man to conceal his thoughts,
+in order to admit that in moments of more intense and genuine feeling,
+if not of thought, he does not as a rule use or at least confine himself
+to articulate speech. If the "little language" of mothers to babies be
+set down to a supposition that the object addressed does not understand,
+that will hardly explain the other "little language" of lovers to
+lovers, which has a tendency to be nearly as inarticulate as a
+cradle-song, and quite as corruptive of dictionary speech as a nursery
+rhyme. In the very stammering of rage there may be thought to be
+something more than a simple inability to choose between words; and in
+the moaning of sorrow something more than an inability to find suitable
+expression. All children&mdash;and children, as somebody (I forget who he
+was, but he was a wise man) has said, are usually very clever people
+till they get spoilt&mdash;fall naturally, long after they are quite able to
+express themselves as it is called rationally, into a sort of pleasant
+gibberish when they are alone and pleased, or even displeased. And I
+dare say that a fair number of very considerably grown-up folk, who have
+not only come to the legal years of discretion but to the poetical age
+of wisdom, do the like now and then.</p>
+
+<p class="p8 noin">"As one walks by oneself,<br />
+And talks to oneself,"</p>
+
+<p class="noin">by the seaside or on a lonely country road, it must be a not infrequent
+experience of most people that one frequently falls into pure jingle and
+nonsense-verse of the nursery kind. In fact, it must have happened to
+more people than one, or one thousand, by the malice of a sudden corner
+or the like, to have been caught doing so to their great confusion, and
+to the comfortable conviction<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span> of the other party that he has met with
+an escaped lunatic.</p>
+
+<p>I should myself, though I may not carry many people with me, go farther
+than this and say that this "attraction of the inarticulate," this
+allurement of mere sound and sequence, has a great deal more to do than
+is generally thought with the charm of the very highest poetry, and that
+no merely valuable thought presented without this accompaniment can
+possibly affect us as it does when it summons to its aid such concert of
+vowels and consonants as&mdash;</p>
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 20em;">"Peace! peace!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Dost thou not see my baby at my breast</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">That sucks the nurse asleep?"</span><br />
+
+<p class="noin">or as&mdash;</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">"Qu&aelig;rens me sedisti lassus,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Redemisti crucem passus;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Tantus labor non sit cassus!"</span><br />
+<br />
+<p>In the best nursery rhymes, as in the simpler and more genuine ballads
+which have so close a connection with them, we find this attraction of
+the inarticulate&mdash;this charm of pure sound, this utilising of
+alliteration and rhyme and assonance, and the cunning juxtaposition now
+of similar, now of contrary vowels&mdash;not in a passionate, but in a frank
+and simple form. Many of them probably, some of them certainly, had, as
+has been said, a definite meaning once, and we may attend to the
+folklorist as he expounds what it was or may have been; but for the most
+part they have very victoriously got the better of that meaning, have
+bid it, in their own lingo, "go to Spain," without the slightest
+meditation or back-thought whether Spain is the proper place for it or
+not. In that particular <i>locus classicus</i> "Spain" rhymes to "rain," and
+that is not merely the chief and principal, but the absolutely
+all-sufficient thing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span> So, too, there is no doubt a most learned
+explanation of the jargon (variously given and spelt)&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="noin p4">"Hotum-potum, paradise tantum, perry-merry-dictum, domaree,"</p>
+
+<p>at which a friend of mine used to laugh consumedly, declaring that this
+cavalier coupling of "paradise <i>tantum</i>" "<i>only</i> paradise," was the
+nicest thing he knew. But the people who mellowed it into that form, and
+recited it afterwards, never cared one scrap for the meaning. They had
+got it into a pleasant jingle of vowels, a desirable sequence of
+consonants, and a good swing of cadence, and that was enough. When
+"Curlylocks" is invited to be "mine" by the promise "thou shalt sew a
+fine seam," does anybody suppose that this housewifely operation was
+much more (it may have been a little more) of a bait to the Curlylocks
+of those days than to the Curlylocks of these? Not at all. "Sew" and
+"seam" went naturally together, they made a pleasing alliteration, and
+the latter word rhymed to "cream," of which the Curlylocks of all days
+has been not unusually fond.</p>
+
+<p>Not, of course, that there is not much wit and much wisdom, much
+picturesqueness and not a little pathos in our rhymes. All good men have
+justly admired these qualities in "Sing a Song of Sixpence" and
+"Ding-dong Bell," in "Margery Daw" and "Who Killed Cock Robin?" I rather
+suspect the wicked literary man of having more to do than genuine
+popular sentiment with the delightful progress and ending of "There was
+a Little Boy and a Little Girl." But the undoubtedly genuine notes are
+numerous enough and various enough, from that previously mentioned and
+admirable thrift of good King Arthur, or rather of Queen Guinevere (from
+whom, according to naughty romancers, we should have less expected it),
+to the sound common-sense of "Three Children;" from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span> the decorative
+convention of "Little Boy Blue" to the arabesque and even grotesque of
+"Hey-diddle-diddle."</p>
+
+<p>But I shall still contend that the main, the pervading, the
+characteristic attraction of them lies in their musical accompaniment of
+purely senseless sound, in their rhythm, rhyme, jingle, refrain, and the
+like, in the simplicity and freshness of their modulated form. For thus
+they serve as anthems and doxologies to the goddess whom in this context
+it is not satirical to call "<i>Divine</i> Nonsensia," who still in all lands
+and times condescends now and then to unbind the burden of meaning from
+the backs and brains of men, and lets them rejoice once more in pure,
+natural, senseless sound.</p>
+
+<p class="author"><span class="smcap">George Saintsbury.</span></p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i005.jpg" width="400" height="266" alt="i005" title="" />
+</div>
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i006.jpg" width="600" height="182" alt="i006" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">INDEX TO FIRST LINES</p>
+
+<div class="centered">
+  <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="60%" summary="Table of Contents">
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl" width="90%">&nbsp;</td>
+      <td class="tdrfirst" width="10%">PAGE</td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A carrion crow sat on an oak</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A diller, a dollar</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_230">230</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"> frog he would a-wooing go</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A gentleman of good account</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A long-tailed pig, and a short-tailed pig</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_274">274</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A man of words and not of deeds</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">An apple pie, when it looks nice</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_256">256</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A nick and a nock</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_330">330</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">An old woman was sweeping her house</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_282">282</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A pie sate on a pear-tree</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Around the green gravel the grass grows green</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">As I walked by myself</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">As I was a-going by a little pig-sty</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_289">289</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">As I was going to sell my eggs</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_229">229</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">As I was going to St. Ives</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">As I was going up Pippen Hill</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_277">277</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">As little Jenny Wren</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">As soft as silk, as white as milk</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A swarm of bees in May</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A was an apple-pie</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">A was an archer, and shot at a frog</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Baa, baa, black sheep</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Barber, barber, shave a pig</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Bat, bat</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+
+      <td class="tdl">Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Billy, Billy, come and play</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Bless you, bless you, burny-bee</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_246">246</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Bow, wow, says the dog</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Buttons a farthing a pair</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Bye, baby bunting</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_296">296</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Charley, Charley, stole the barley</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Cherries are ripe</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_333">333</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Cock a doodle doo</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Cold and raw the north wind doth blow</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Come, let's to bed</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"Croak!" said the toad, "I'm hungry, I think"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Cross patch</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Cushy cow bonny</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Cut them on Monday</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_333">333</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Dame Trot and her cat</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_313">313</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Ding, dong bell</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_326">326</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Doctor Faustus was a good man</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_205">205</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Early to bed, and early to rise</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_213">213</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Elsie Marley is grown so fine</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">For every evil under the sun</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">For want of a nail, the shoe was lost
+       <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_246">246</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Gay go up and gay go down</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Girls and boys, come out to play</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">God bless the master of this house</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Good people all, of every sort</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Goosey, goosey, gander</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_198">198</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Great A, little A</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_330">330</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Handy-Spandy, Jack-a-dandy</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hark, hark</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Have you seen the old woman of Banbury Cross</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">He loves me</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_321">321</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hector Protector was dressed all in green</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Here a little child I stand</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_334">334</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Here comes a poor widow from Babylon</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_312">312</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Here's Sulky Sue</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_276">276</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">He that would thrive</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_255">255</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hey! diddle, diddle</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hey ding-a-ding</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_254">254</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hey, my kitten, my kitten</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_278">278</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hickety, pickety, my black hen</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_232">232</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hickory, Dickory, Dock</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Higgledy piggledy</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hot-cross Buns!</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_252">252</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">How do you do, neighbour?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_313">313</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">How many miles is it to Babylon?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I am a gold lock</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I do not like thee, Doctor Fell</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_325">325</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">If all the world were water</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">If I'd as much money as I could spend</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I had a little castle
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_326">326</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I had a little husband</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I had a little moppet</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_256">256</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I had a little pony</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I had four brothers over the sea</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I have seen you, little mouse</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I like little pussy, her coat is so warm</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I'll tell you a story</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I love my love with an A, because he's agreeable</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I love you well, my little brother</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">In Egypt was a dragon dire</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">In marble walls as white as milk</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I saw a ship a-sailing</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I saw three ships come sailing by</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_259">259</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Is John Smith within?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">I will sing you a song</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Jack and Jill went up the hill</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Jack Jingle went 'prentice</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Jack Sprat</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_274">274</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Jack Sprat could eat no fat</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Jack Sprat's pig</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Jacky, come give me my fiddle</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_248">248</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">January brings the snow</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_295">295</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Jenny Wren fell sick</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Jocky was a piper's son</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">John Gilpin was a citizen</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Johnny Pringle had a little pig</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Johnny shall have a new bonnet</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Lavender blue and rosemary green</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_278">278</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"Let us go to the woods," says Richard to Robin
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"Let us go to the wood," says this pig</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Betty Blue</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_329">329</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Jack Horner</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Miss Muffet</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Nancy Etticoat</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_255">255</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Polly Flinders</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Tommy Tittlemouse</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Little Tom Tucker</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">London Bridge is broken down</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Lucy Locket</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_317">317</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Mary had a pretty bird</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Mary, Mary, quite contrary</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Master I have, and I am his man</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Monday alone</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_289">289</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Monday's bairn is fair of face</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Multiplication is vexation</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">My father he died, but I can't tell you how</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">My lady Wind, my lady Wind</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Needles and pins, needles and pins</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Nose, nose, jolly red nose</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Now what do you think</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_245">245</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Oh, what have you got for dinner?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_314">314</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_260">260</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Old King Cole</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Old Mother Goose</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Old Mother Hubbard</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">On Christmas Eve I turned the spit</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">One, he loves
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">One misty moisty morning</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">One old Oxford ox opening oysters</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">One, two, buckle my shoe</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">One, two, three, four, five</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Over the water, and over the lea</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Please to remember</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Polly, put the kettle on</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Poor old Robinson Crusoe!</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Punch and Judy</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Pussy sits beside the fire</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_293">293</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Rain, rain, go away</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Robert Barnes, fellow fine</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Robin-a-Bobbin bent his bow</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_222">222</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Robin the Bobbin, the big bouncing Ben</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Rub-a-dub-dub</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_247">247</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Says A, Give me a good large slice</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_262">262</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">See, Saw, Margery Daw</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">See-saw, sacaradown</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Simple Simon met a pieman</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Sing a song of sixpence</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Six little mice sat down to spin</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Snail, snail, come out of your hole</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_229">229</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Solomon Grundy</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Sukey, you shall be my wife</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Tell-Tale-Tit</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The cock's on the housetop</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_324">324</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The cuckoo's a fine bird</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The Dog will come when he is called</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The fox and his wife they had a great strife</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The Hart he loves the high wood</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The King of France went up the hill</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The lion and the unicorn</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The man in the moon</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_263">263</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The man in the wilderness asked me</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The north wind doth blow</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The Queen of Hearts</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">The rose is red, the violet blue</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There once were two cats</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_321">321</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a jolly miller</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a jovial beggar</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_243">243</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a lady loved a swine</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a little boy and a little girl</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a little boy went into a barn</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a little Guinea-pig</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a little man</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a little man, and he had a little gun</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a little woman, as I've been told</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a man, and he had naught</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a man of Newington</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a monkey climb'd up a tree</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was a piper had a cow
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was an old woman, and what do you think?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was an old woman, as I've heard tell</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_247">247</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was an old woman had three sons</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was an old woman lived under a hill</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_232">232</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was an old woman tossed up in a basket</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There was an old woman who lived in a shoe</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There were three jovial Welshmen</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There were two blackbirds</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">There's a neat little clock</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Thirty days hath September</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">This is the death of little Jenny Wren</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">This is the house that Jack built</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">This is the way the ladies ride</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">This little pig went to market</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Three blind mice, see how they run!</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_268">268</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Three children sliding on the ice</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Three little kittens</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_322">322</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Three wise men of Gotham</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Tinker, tailor</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Tit, tat, toe</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">To market, to market, to buy a plum bun</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Tom, Tom, the piper's son</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Tom, Tom, the piper's son</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_200">200</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Twinkle, twinkle, little star</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_210">210</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Two legs sat upon three legs</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Two little kittens, one stormy night</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Up hill and down dale</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Upon St. Paul's steeple</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_330">330</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Wash me and comb me</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_236">236</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">We are three brethren out of Spain</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[Pg xxi]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">What are little boys made of, made of?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">What is the news of the day?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">When good King Arthur ruled this land</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">When I was a little boy</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_232">232</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">When little Fred</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">When the wind is in the east</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Where have you been all the day?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Where should a baby rest?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Who killed Cock Robin?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_254">254</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Yankee Doodle went to town</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_274">274</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">Young Lambs to sell!</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_248">248</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[Pg xxiii]</a></span>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i007.jpg" width="600" height="359" alt="i007" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">List of Illustrations</p>
+
+<div class="centered">
+  <table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="60%" summary="Table of Contents">
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl" width="90%"><a href="#Frontispiece"><span class="smcap">Frontispiece</span></a>&mdash;"<i>Ride a cock horse</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdrfirst" width="10%">&nbsp;</td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><a href="#Title"><span class="smcap">Title-Page</span></a></td>
+      <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">&nbsp;</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><span style="font-size:60%">PAGE</span></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Heading to</span> <i>Introduction</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_v">v</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Tailpiece</span></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_xii">xii</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Heading to</span> <i>Index of First Lines</i> </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_xiii">xiii</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Heading to</span> <i>List of Illustrations</i> </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_xxiii">xxiii</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Old King Cole</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>His pipe and his bowl</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>His fiddlers three</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Fighting for the crown</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>He stole three peeks of barley meal</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The fifth of November</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Up got the little dog, and he began to bark</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Little Tommy Tittlemouse</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Here comes a candle</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Humpty Dumpty</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>She lies in bed till eight or nine</i>
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[Pg xxiv]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Curly locks! Curly locks!</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Two legs sat upon three legs</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Up jumps two legs</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Makes him bring back one leg</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Put it in the oven for Tommy and me</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Pussy and I very gently will play</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>He jumped into a quickset hedge</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>There came a spider</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The house that Jack built</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The malt, the rat, and the cat</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The dog, the cow, and the maiden</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The man and the priest</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The cock that crowed in the morn</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The farmer sowing the corn</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>He stepped in a puddle</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>He's under the hay-cock, fast asleep</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>A carrion crow sat on an oak</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Shot his own sow quite through the heart</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Jack Sprat could eat no fat</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>I met an old man clothed all in leather</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>My cat</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Where have you been all the day?</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Come out to play</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Let's to bed</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Little Bo-peep</i>
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[Pg xxv]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The beggars have come to town</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Stole a pig and away he run</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>This little old woman could never be quiet</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>A to Z</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>I'll tell you a story</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Baa, baa, black sheep</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>O whither, O whither, O whither so high?</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Taffy came to my house</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>I went to Taffy's house</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Jack and Jill went up the hill</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Jack fell down</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Little Bob Snooks</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>He crept up to the chimney pot</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Where are you going to, my pretty maid?</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The Spider and the Fly</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Rain, rain, go away</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>When a man marries, his trouble begins</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Come under my hat</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>A dainty dish, to set before the king</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The king was in his counting-house</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The queen was in the parlour</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The maid was in the garden</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Hector Protector was sent to the queen</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Hector Protector was sent back again</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>I saw a ship a-sailing</i>
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvi" id="Page_xxvi">[Pg xxvi]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Went up the hill</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Came down again</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Went wandering up and down</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Bow, wow, says the dog</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>He stole those tarts</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>She made some tarts</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The King of Hearts</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>And vowed he'd steal no more</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Barber, barber, shave a pig</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Three brethren out of Spain</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Here comes your daughter</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>One, two, buckle my shoe</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Pretty maids all of a row</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I killed Cock Robin</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I saw him die</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I caught his blood</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll make his shroud</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll bear the torch</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll be the clerk</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll dig his grave</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll be the parson</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll be chief mourner</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll sing his dirge</i>"
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvii" id="Page_xxvii">[Pg xxvii]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll carry his coffin</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I'll toll the bell</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_177">177</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>My master's lost his fiddling-stick</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>My dame will dance with you</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>North, south, east, west</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>When the wind is in the east</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>So off he set with his opera hat</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me?</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The cat, she seized the rat by the crown</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>A lily-white duck came</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_196">196</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Whither shall I wander?</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_198">198</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Johnny's a drummer</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Those that heard him could never keep still</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_201">201</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>When he whipped them he made them dance</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_205">205</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Can you shoe this horse of mine?</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>How I wonder what you are</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_210">210</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_213">213</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>She whipped them all round</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Will you have any more?</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Honey," quoth she</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>No doors there are to this stronghold</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Snail, snail, come out of your hole</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_229">229</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>Let us be kind to one another</i>"
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxviii" id="Page_xxviii">[Pg xxviii]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>My black hen lays eggs for gentlemen</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I put him in a pint-pot</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>A little handkerchief</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_236">236</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>See, saw, Margery Daw</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Young Lambs to sell</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_249">249</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>One a penny, two a penny</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_252">252</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The parliament soldiers are gone to the king</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_254">254</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Little Nancy Etticoat</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_255">255</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl">"<i>I had a little nut-tree</i>"</td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Little Polly Flinders</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The man in the moon</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_263">263</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>They all ran after the farmer's wife</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_268">268</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The north wind doth blow</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Simple Simon</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Simple Simon went a-fishing</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_273">273</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_274">274</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>They quite forgot their quarrel</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>A pig with a curly tail</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_276">276</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>As I was going up Pippen Hill</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_277">277</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Here we go, backwards and forwards</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_279">279</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Polly, put the kettle on</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>The little boy ran away</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>As I walked by myself</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>I answered myself</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_291">291</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>He wooed a little maid</i>
+        <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxix" id="Page_xxix">[Pg xxix]</a></span>
+      </td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>They all fell in</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Ding, dong bell</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>What are little boys made of?</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Three wise men of Gotham</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>I have got a little pig</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Blow, wind, blow!</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Come, little wag-tails</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_317">317</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Lucy Locket</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_317">317</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Counting the cherry-stones</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_318">318</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Tinker, tailor</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>I do not like thee, Doctor Fell</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_325">325</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Some in her pockets</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_327">327</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>Little Betty Blue</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_329">329</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+    <tr>
+      <td class="tdl"><i>They run with hooks</i></td>
+      <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_331">331</a></td>
+    </tr>
+
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<p class="h5"><i>Initials, Tailpieces, &amp;c., &amp;c.</i></p>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 138px;">
+<img src="images/i008.jpg" width="138" height="200" alt="i008" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 341px;">
+<img src="images/i009.jpg" width="341" height="600" alt="i009" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="spacer">&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+<p class="h1">National Rhymes of the Nursery</p>
+
+<div class="large">
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Old King Cole</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="split" style="width: 190px;">
+<img src="images/i010a.jpg" width="190" height="300" alt="i010a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p>Old King Cole<br />
+Was a merry old soul,<br />
+And a merry old soul was he;<br />
+He called for his pipe,<br />
+And he called for his bowl,<br />
+And he called for his fiddlers three.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i010b.jpg" width="600" height="274" alt="i010b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 290px;">
+<img src="images/i011a.jpg" width="290" height="136" alt="i011a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,<br />
+And a very fine fiddle had he;<br />
+Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.<br />
+Oh, there's none so rare,<br />
+As can compare<br />
+With King Cole and his fiddlers three!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i011b.jpg" width="600" height="289" alt="i011b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Lock and Key</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i012_0.jpg" alt="s_i012_0" width="232" height="67" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i012_1.jpg" alt="s_i012_1" width="172" height="146" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i012_2.jpg" alt="s_i012_2" width="232" height="81" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p6 m10"><b>AM</b> a gold lock.<br />
+I am a gold key.<br />
+I am a silver lock.</p>
+<br clear="all" />
+<p class="p6">I am a silver key.<br />
+I am a brass lock.<br />
+I am a brass key.<br />
+I am a lead lock.<br />
+I am a lead key.<br />
+I am a monk lock.<br />
+I am a monk key!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The days of the month</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Thirty days hath September,<br />
+April, June, and November;<br />
+February has twenty-eight alone,<br />
+All the rest have thirty-one,<br />
+Excepting leap-year, that's the time<br />
+When February's days are twenty-nine.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i013a.jpg" width="600" height="546" alt="i013a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p6">The lion and the unicorn<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were fighting for the crown;</span><br />
+The lion beat the unicorn<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All round about the town.</span><br />
+Some gave them white bread,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And some gave them brown;</span><br />
+Some gave them plum-cake,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sent them out of town.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 262px;">
+<img src="images/i013b.jpg" width="262" height="272" alt="i013b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i014_0.jpg" alt="s_i014_0" width="600" height="213" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i014_1.jpg" alt="s_i014_1" width="101" height="621" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p4">My lady Wind, my lady Wind,<br />
+Went round about the house to find<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A chink to get her foot in:</span><br />
+She tried the key-hole in the door,<br />
+She tried the crevice in the floor,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drove the chimney soot in.</span><br />
+<br />
+And then one night when it was dark,<br />
+She blew up such a tiny spark,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That all the house was pothered:</span><br />
+From it she raised up such a flame,<br />
+As flamed away to Belting Lane,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And White Cross folks were smothered.</span><br />
+<br />
+And thus when once, my little dears,<br />
+A whisper reaches itching ears,<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The same will come, you'll find:</span><br />
+Take my advice, restrain the tongue,<br />
+Remember what old nurse has sung<br />
+<span style="margin-left:5em">Of busy lady Wind!</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 592px;">
+<img src="images/i015.jpg" width="592" height="485" alt="i015" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">When good King Arthur ruled this land,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a goodly king;</span><br />
+He stole three pecks of barley-meal,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make a bag-pudding.</span><br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>
+A bag-pudding the king did make,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stuff'd it well with plums:</span><br />
+And in it put great lumps of fat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As big as my two thumbs.</span><br />
+
+The king and queen did eat thereof,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And noblemen beside;</span><br />
+And what they could not eat that night,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The queen next morning fried.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There was a monkey</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i016_0.jpg" width="258" height="51" alt="s_i016_0" class="splitfull" />
+<img src="images/s_i016_1.jpg" width="231" height="86" alt="s_i016_1" class="split" />
+<img src="images/s_i016_2.jpg" width="258" height="99" alt="s_i016_2" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p8 m16"><b>HERE</b> was a monkey climb'd up a tree,<br />
+When he fell down, then down fell he.<br />
+<br />
+There was a crow sat on a stone,<br />
+When he was gone, then there was none.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
+There was an old wife did eat an apple,<br />
+When she had ate two, she had ate a couple.<br />
+<br />
+There was a horse going to the mill,<br />
+When he went on, he stood not still.<br />
+<br />
+There was a butcher cut his thumb,<br />
+When it did bleed, then blood did come.<br />
+<br />
+There was a lackey ran a race,<br />
+When he ran fast, he ran apace.<br />
+<br />
+There was a cobbler clowting shoon,<br />
+When they were mended, they were done.<br />
+<br />
+There was a chandler making candle,<br />
+When he them strip, he did them handle.<br />
+<br />
+There was a navy went into Spain,<br />
+When it return'd, it came again.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>John Cook</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p2">John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!<br />
+Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare: he, haw, hum!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i017.jpg" width="600" height="624" alt="i017" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2">John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!<br />
+And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>
+John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!<br />
+His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!<br />
+<br />
+The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!<br />
+If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>A diller, a dollar</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i018_0.jpg" width="212" height="119" alt="s_i018_0" class="splitfull" />
+<img src="images/s_i018_1.jpg" width="177" height="76" alt="s_i018_1" class="split" />
+<img src="images/s_i018_2.jpg" width="212" height="45" alt="s_i018_2" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p6 m6"><b>DILLER</b>, a dollar,<br />
+A ten o'clock scholar,<br />
+What makes you come so soon?<br />
+You used to come at ten o'clock,<br />
+But now you come at noon.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i019a.jpg" width="600" height="541" alt="i019a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Please to remember<br />
+The fifth of November,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gunpowder treason and plot;</span><br />
+I know no reason<br />
+Why gunpowder treason<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should ever be forgot.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 210px;">
+<img src="images/i019b.jpg" width="210" height="305" alt="i019b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>I love my love</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i020.jpg" width="153" height="200" alt="i020" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p5 m6"><b>LOVE</b> my love with an A,<br />
+because he's Agreeable.<br />
+I hate him because he's Avaricious.<br />
+He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,<br />
+And treated me with Apples.<br />
+His name's Andrew,<br />
+And he lives at Arlington.</p>
+
+<p class="p2">(<i>This can be continued through the alphabet.</i>)</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There was an old woman, as I've heard tell</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,<br />
+She went to market her eggs for to sell;<br />
+She went to market all on a market-day,<br />
+And she fell asleep on the king's highway.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 428px;">
+<img src="images/i021.jpg" width="428" height="500" alt="i021" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,<br />
+He cut her petticoats all round about;<br />
+He cut her petticoats up to the knees,<br />
+Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>
+When this little woman first did wake,<br />
+She began to shiver and she began to shake,<br />
+She began to wonder and she began to cry,<br />
+"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!<br />
+<br />
+"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,<br />
+I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;<br />
+If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,<br />
+And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."<br />
+<br />
+Home went the little woman all in the dark,<br />
+Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;<br />
+He began to bark, so she began to cry,<br />
+"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i022.jpg" width="500" height="183" alt="i022" title="" />
+
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Little Robin Redbreast</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i023_0.jpg" width="214" height="29" alt="s_i023_0" class="splitfull" />
+<img src="images/s_i023_1.jpg" width="163" height="68" alt="s_i023_1" class="split" />
+<img src="images/s_i023_2.jpg" width="32" height="123" alt="s_i023_2" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p6 m16"><b>ITTLE</b> Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,<br />
+Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;<br />
+Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;<br />
+Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."<br />
+Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,<br />
+Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,<br />
+Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?<br />
+Pussy cat said  "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>St. Swithin's Day</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,<br />
+For forty days it will remain:<br />
+St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,<br />
+For forty days 'twill rain na mair.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Higgledy piggledy</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i024_0.jpg" width="187" height="45" alt="s_i024_0" class="split" />
+<img src="images/s_i024_1.jpg" width="187" height="100" alt="s_i024_1" class="split" />
+<img src="images/s_i024_2.jpg" width="62" height="155" alt="s_i024_2" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m8"><b>IGGLEDY</b> piggledy<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here we lie,</span><br />
+Pick'd and pluck'd,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put in a pie.</span><br />
+My first is snapping, snarling, growling.<br />
+My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.<br />
+Higgledy; piggledy<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here we lie,</span><br />
+Pick'd and pluck'd,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put in a pie. (<i>currant</i>)</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Little Tommy Tittlemouse</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Little Tommy Tittlemouse<br />
+Lived in a little house;<br />
+He caught fishes<br />
+In other men's ditches.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 383px;">
+<img src="images/i025.jpg" width="383" height="600" alt="i025" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Little Tommy Tittle Mouse</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p><p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Gay go up</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i026_0.jpg" width="208" height="51" alt="s_i026_0" class="split" />
+<img src="images/s_i026_1.jpg" width="208" height="60" alt="s_i026_1" class="split" />
+<img src="images/s_i026_2.jpg" width="76" height="189" alt="s_i026_2" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m10"><b>AY</b> go up and gay go down,<br />
+To ring the bells of London town.<br />
+<br />
+Bull's eyes and targets,<br />
+Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.<br />
+<br />
+Brickbats and tiles,<br />
+Say the bells of St. Giles'.<br />
+<br />
+Halfpence and farthings,<br />
+Say the bells of St. Martin's.<br />
+<br />
+Oranges and lemons,<br />
+Say the bells of St. Clement's.<br />
+<br />
+Pancakes and fritters,<br />
+Say the bells of St. Peter's.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>
+Two sticks and an apple,<br />
+Say the bells at Whitechapel.<br />
+<br />
+Old Father Baldpate,<br />
+Say the slow bells at Aldgate.<br />
+<br />
+You owe me ten shillings,<br />
+Say the bells at St. Helen's.<br />
+<br />
+Pokers and tongs,<br />
+Say the bells at St. John's.<br />
+<br />
+Kettles and pans,<br />
+Say the bells at St. Ann's.<br />
+<br />
+When will you pay me?<br />
+Say the bells at Old Bailey.<br />
+<br />
+When I grow rich,<br />
+Say the bells at Shoreditch.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
+Pray when will that be?<br />
+Say the bells of Stepney.<br />
+<br />
+I am sure I don't know,<br />
+Says the great bell at Bow.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 229px;">
+<img src="images/i027.jpg" width="229" height="300" alt="i027" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2">Here comes a candle to light you to bed,<br />
+And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Peter Piper</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i028a.jpg" width="222" height="252" alt="i028a" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m12"><b>ETER PIPER</b> picked a peck of pickled pepper;<br />
+A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;<br />
+If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,<br />
+Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Three children</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i028b.jpg" alt="i028b" width="168" height="206" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p5 m8"><b>HREE</b> children sliding on the ice<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a summer's day,</span><br />
+It so fell out, they all fell in,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rest they ran away.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now had these children been at home,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or sliding on dry ground,</span><br />
+Ten thousand pounds to one penny<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They had not all been drown'd.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
+You parents all that children have,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you that have got none,</span><br />
+If you would have them safe abroad,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray keep them safe at home.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i029.jpg" width="600" height="525" alt="Humpty Dumpty." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Humpty Dumpty.</p>
+
+<p class="p4">Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall,<br />
+Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;<br />
+All the king's horses and all the king's men<br />
+Cannot put Humpty Dumpty together again.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>London Bridge</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i030.jpg" width="220" height="196" alt="i030" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m10"><b>ONDON</b> Bridge is broken down,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dance o'er my Lady Lee;</span><br />
+London Bridge is broken down,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a gay lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+How shall we build it up again?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dance o'er my Lady Lee;</span><br />
+How shall we build it up again?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a gay lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+Silver and gold will be stole away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dance o'er my Lady Lee;</span><br />
+Silver and gold will be stole away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a gay lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+Build it up again with iron and steel,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dance o'er my Lady Lee;</span><br />
+Build it up with iron and steel,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a gay lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>
+Iron and steel will bend and bow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dance o'er my Lady Lee;</span><br />
+Iron and steel will bend and bow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a gay lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+Build it up with wood and clay,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dance o'er my Lady Lee;</span><br />
+Build it up with wood and clay,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a gay lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+Wood and clay will wash away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dance o'er my Lady Lee;</span><br />
+Wood and clay will wash away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a gay lady.</span><br />
+<br />
+Build it up with stone so strong,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dance o'er my Lady Lee;</span><br />
+Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a gay lady.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i031a.jpg" width="600" height="538" alt="i031a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Elsie Marley</p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i031b_0.jpg" alt="s_i031b_0" width="167" height="37" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i031b_1.jpg" alt="s_i031b_1" width="167" height="64" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i031b_2.jpg" alt="s_i031b_2" width="35" height="199" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p5 m8"><b>LSIE MARLEY</b> is grown so fine,<br />
+She won't get up to serve the swine,<br />
+But lies in bed till eight or nine,<br />
+And surely she does take her time.<br />
+<br />
+And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?<br />
+The wife who sells the barley, honey;<br />
+She won't get up to serve her swine,<br />
+And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was a little boy</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a little boy and a little girl<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lived in an alley;</span><br />
+Says the little boy to the little girl,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Shall I, oh! shall I?"</span><br />
+<br />
+Says the little girl to the little boy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What shall we do?"</span><br />
+Says the little boy to the little girl,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I will kiss you."</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>How many miles</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i032.jpg" width="196" height="208" alt="i032" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m10"><b>OW</b> many miles is it to Babylon?&mdash;<br />
+Threescore miles and ten.<br />
+Can I get there by candle-light?&mdash;<br />
+Yes, and back again!<br />
+If your heels are nimble and light,<br />
+You may get there by candle-light.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Curly locks</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i033.jpg" alt="i033" width="252" height="190" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p8 m10"><b>URLY</b> locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?<br />
+Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;<br />
+But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,<br />
+And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 393px;">
+<img src="images/i034.jpg" width="393" height="600" alt="i034" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Curly Locks! Curly Locks!</p>
+
+<p><b><i>Four brothers over the sea</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">I had four brothers over the sea,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.</span><br />
+And they each sent a present unto me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.</span></p>
+<br />
+<p class="p4">The first sent a chicken, without any bones;<br />
+The second sent a cherry, without any stones.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Petrum, &amp;c.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>
+The third sent a book, which no man could read;<br />
+The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Petrum, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+How could there be a chicken without any bones?<br />
+How could there be a cherry without any stones?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Petrum, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+How could there be a book which no man could read?<br />
+How could there be a blanket without a thread?<br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Petrum, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones;<br />
+When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Petrum, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>
+When the book's in ye press no man it can read;<br />
+When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Petrum, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Two, three, and four legs</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Two legs sat upon three legs,<br />
+With one leg in his lap;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 243px;">
+<img src="images/i035.jpg" width="243" height="300" alt="i035" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">In comes four legs,<br />
+And runs away with one leg.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>
+Up jumps two legs,<br />
+Catches up three legs,</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 337px;">
+<img src="images/i036a.jpg" width="337" height="300" alt="i036a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Throws it after four legs,</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 287px;">
+<img src="images/i036b.jpg" width="287" height="300" alt="i036b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">And makes him bring back one leg.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The dove and the wren</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i037a.jpg" width="122" height="120" alt="i037a" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4 m6"><b>HE</b> dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?<br />
+I can scarce maintain two.<br />
+Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,<br />
+And keep them all like gentlemen!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>A puzzle</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i037b.jpg" alt="i037b" width="144" height="270" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p5 m10"><b>AVE</b> you seen the old woman of Banbury Cross,<br />
+Who rode to the fair on the top of her horse?<br />
+And since her return she still tells, up and down,<br />
+Of the wonderful lady she saw when in town.<br />
+She has a small mirror in each of her eyes,<br />
+And her nose is a bellows of minnikin size;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
+There's a neat little drum fix'd in each of her ears,<br />
+Which beats a tattoo to whatever she hears.<br />
+She has in each jaw a fine ivory mill,<br />
+And day after day she keeps grinding it still.<br />
+Both an organ and flute in her small throat are placed,<br />
+And they are played by a steam engine worked in her breast.<br />
+But the wonder of all, in her mouth it is said,<br />
+She keeps a loud bell that might waken the dead;<br />
+And so frightened the woman, and startled the horse,<br />
+That they galloped full speed back to Banbury Cross.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p5">Long legs, crooked thighs,<br />
+Little head and no eyes. (<i>a pair of tongs</i>)</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!<br />
+Make me a cake, as fast as you can:</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i038a.jpg" alt="i038a" width="600" height="409" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,<br />
+Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" alt="i063b" width="128" height="28" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<img src="images/s_i038b_0.jpg" alt="s_i038b_0" width="91" height="63" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i038b_1.jpg" alt="s_i038b_1" width="128" height="129" class="split" />
+
+<p class="m8"><b>ABBIT</b>, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!<br />
+Come, my ladies, come and buy;<br />
+Else your babies they will cry.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The man in the wilderness</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i039a_0.jpg" alt="s_i039a_0" width="177" height="27" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i039a_1.jpg" alt="s_i039a_1" width="177" height="76" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i039a_2.jpg" alt="s_i039a_2" width="28" height="196" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p6 m10"><b>HE</b> man in the wilderness asked me,<br />
+How many strawberries grew in the sea?<br />
+I answered him, as I thought good,<br />
+As many as red herrings grew in the wood.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>One old Oxford ox</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i039b_0.jpg" alt="s_i039b_0" width="200" height="51" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i039b_1.jpg" alt="s_i039b_1" width="128" height="119" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4 m8"><b>NE</b> old Oxford ox opening oysters;<br />
+Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tedsbury;<br />
+Three thick thumping tigers tickling trout;<br />
+Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;<br />
+Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;<br />
+Six sportsmen shooting snipes;<br />
+Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;<br />
+Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;<br />
+Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
+Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinder-boxes with ten tenpenny tacks;<br />
+Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;<br />
+Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>I like little pussy</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,<br />
+And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;<br />
+So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,<br />
+But pussy and I very gently will play.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i040.jpg" width="300" height="226" alt="i040" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i041.jpg" width="600" height="557" alt="i041" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">There Was a Man of Newington</p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a man of Newington,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he was wond'rous wise,</span><br />
+He jump'd into a quickset hedge,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scratch'd out both his eyes:</span><br />
+But when he saw his eyes were out,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all his might and main</span><br />
+He jump'd into another hedge,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scratch'd 'em in again.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was a little Guinea-pig</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i042.jpg" width="120" height="120" alt="" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4 m6"><b>HERE</b> was a little Guinea-pig,<br />
+Who, being little, was not big;<br />
+He always walked upon his feet<br />
+And never fasted when he eat.<br />
+<br />
+When from a place he ran away,<br />
+He never at that place did stay;<br />
+And while he ran, as I am told,<br />
+He ne'er stood still for young or old.<br />
+<br />
+He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,<br />
+And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;<br />
+Though ne'er instructed by a cat,<br />
+He knew a mouse was not a rat.<br />
+<br />
+One day, as I am certified,<br />
+He took a whim and fairly died;<br />
+And, as I'm told by men of sense,<br />
+He never has been living since.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Little Miss Muffet</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i043a.jpg" width="222" height="194" alt="i043a" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m10"><b>ITTLE</b> Miss Muffet,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sat on a tuffet,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating of curds and whey;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i043b.jpg" width="500" height="482" alt="i043b" title="" />
+
+</div>
+
+<p class="p8"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">There came a spider,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sat down beside her,</span><br />
+And frightened Miss Muffet away.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The house that Jack built</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i044a.jpg" width="400" height="181" alt="i044a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">This is the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 284px;">
+<img src="images/i044b.jpg" width="284" height="282" alt="i044b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">This is the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 284px;">
+<img src="images/i044c.jpg" width="284" height="76" alt="i044c" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">This is the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<img src="images/i044d.jpg" alt="i044d" width="150" height="228" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p>This is the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
+
+<img src="images/i045a.jpg" alt="i045a" width="150" height="200" class="splitr" />
+
+<p class="p4">This is the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i045b.jpg" alt="i045b" width="200" height="117" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p7">This is the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<img src="images/i045c.jpg" alt="i045c" width="150" height="300" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">This is the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+
+<img src="images/i046a.jpg" alt="i046a" width="106" height="292" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">This is the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<img src="images/i046b.jpg" alt="i046b" width="110" height="290" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">This is the priest all shaven and shorn,<br />
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<img src="images/i047.jpg" alt="i047" width="150" height="185" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p5">This is the cock that crowed in the morn,<br />
+That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br />
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
+
+<img src="images/i048a.jpg" alt="i048a" width="200" height="236" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">This is the farmer sowing his corn,<br />
+That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,<br />
+That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br />
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt<br />
+That lay the house that Jack built.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Handy-Spandy</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i048b.jpg" alt="i048b" width="150" height="263" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m8"><b>ANDY-SPANDY</b>, Jack-a-dandy,<br />
+Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy.<br />
+He bought some at a grocer's shop,<br />
+And pleased, away he went, hop, hop, hop.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Doctor Foster</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,<br />
+In a shower of rain;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 467px;">
+<img src="images/i049.jpg" width="467" height="600" alt="i049" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,<br />
+And never went there again.</p><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i051.jpg" width="600" height="468" alt="i051" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;HE&#39;S UNDER THE HAY-COCK FAST ASLEEP.&quot;</p>
+
+<p><b><i>Little Boy Blue</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i050_0.jpg" alt="s_i050_0" width="214" height="35" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i050_1.jpg" alt="s_i050_1" width="164" height="175" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p5 m6"><b>ITTLE</b> Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,<br />
+The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;<br />
+Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?<br />
+He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.<br />
+Will you wake him?  No, not I;<br />
+For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>As I was going to St. Ives</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">As I was going to St. Ives,<br />
+I met a man with seven wives,<br />
+Every wife had seven sacks,<br />
+Every sack had seven cats,<br />
+Every cat had seven kits:<br />
+Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,<br />
+How many were there going to St. Ives?</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+<p><b><i>Cushy cow bonny</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Cushy cow bonny,<br />
+Let down thy milk,<br />
+And I will give thee a gown of silk;<br />
+A gown of silk and a silver tee,<br />
+If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>A carrion crow</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i052.jpg" width="300" height="238" alt="i052" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">A carrion crow sat on an oak,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</span><br />
+Watching a tailor shape his coat;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</span><br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</span><br />
+Wife, bring me my old bent bow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</span><br />
+That I may shoot yon carrion crow;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i053.jpg" width="500" height="411" alt="i053" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">The tailor he shot and missed his mark,<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</span><br />
+And shot his own sow quite through the heart;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Jack Sprat</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Jack Sprat could eat no fat,<br />
+His wife could eat no lean;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 590px;">
+<img src="images/i054.jpg" width="590" height="372" alt="i054" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">And so, betwixt them both, [you see]<br />
+They licked the platter clean.</p>
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The Cuckoo</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i055.jpg" width="250" height="214" alt="" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m14"><b>HE</b> cuckoo's a fine bird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He sings as he flies;</span><br />
+He brings us good tidings.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He tells us no lies.</span></p>
+
+<p class="p6">He sucks little birds' eggs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To make his voice clear;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And when he sings "cuckoo!"</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The summer is near.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Five toes</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig;<br />
+2. "What to do there?" says that pig;<br />
+3. "To look for mother," says this pig;<br />
+4. "What to do with her?" says that pig;<br />
+5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>One misty moisty</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">One misty moisty morning<br />
+When cloudy was the weather,</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 579px;">
+<img src="images/i056.jpg" width="579" height="600" alt="i056" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">There I met an old man<br />
+Clothed all in leather;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>
+Clothed all in leather,<br />
+With cap under his chin,&mdash;<br />
+How do you do, and how do you do,<br />
+And how do you do again!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>My father he died</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i057.jpg" alt="i057" width="140" height="228" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p5 m12"><b>Y</b> father he died, but I can't tell you how,<br />
+He left me six horses to drive in my plough:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my wing wang waddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack sing saddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blowsey boys buble oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the broom,</span><br />
+<br />
+I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,<br />
+I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my wing wang waddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack sing saddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blowsey boys buble oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the broom.</span><br />
+<br />
+I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;<br />
+I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my wing wang waddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack sing saddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blowsey boys buble oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the broom.</span><br />
+<br />
+I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;<br />
+A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my wing wang waddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack sing saddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blowsey boys buble oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the broom.</span><br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
+
+<br />
+
+I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;<br />
+He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my wing wang waddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack sing saddle oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blowsey boys buble oh,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Under the broom.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 178px;">
+<img src="images/i058.jpg" width="178" height="280" alt="i058" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>For every evil under the sun</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">For every evil under the sun,<br />
+There is a remedy, or there is none.<br />
+If there be one, seek till you find it;<br />
+If there be none, never mind it.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 597px;">
+<img src="images/i059.jpg" width="597" height="600" alt="i059" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Where Have You Been All The Day?</p>
+
+<p class="p8">"Where have you been all the day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My boy Tammy?"</span><br />
+"I've been all the day,<br />
+Courting of a lady gay:<br />
+But oh! she's too young<br />
+To be taken from her mammy."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>
+"What Work can she do,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My boy Tammy?</span><br />
+Can she bake and can she brew,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My boy Tammy?"</span><br />
+<br />
+"She can brew and she can bake,<br />
+And she can make our wedding cake;<br />
+But oh! she's too young<br />
+To be taken from her mammy."<br />
+<br />
+"What age may she be?<br />
+What age may she be?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My boy Tammy?"</span><br />
+<br />
+"Twice two, twice seven,<br />
+Twice ten, twice eleven:<br />
+But oh! she's too young<br />
+To be taken from her mammy."</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i060_0.jpg" alt="s_i060_0" width="600" height="125" class="splitr" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i060_1.jpg" alt="s_i060_1" width="109" height="622" class="splitr" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i060_2.jpg" alt="s_i060_2" width="600" height="134" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Girls and boys, come out to play</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Girls and boys, come out to play,<br />
+The moon doth shine as bright as day;<br />
+Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,<br />
+And come with your playfellows into the street.<br />
+Come with a whoop, come with a call,<br />
+Come with a good will or not at all.<br />
+Up the ladder and down the wall,<br />
+A halfpenny roll will serve us all.<br />
+You find milk, and I'll find flour,<br />
+And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>A man of words and not of deeds</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i061_0.jpg" alt="s_i061_0" width="218" height="125" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i061_1.jpg" alt="s_i061_1" width="185" height="111" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p6 m8"><b>MAN</b> of words and not of deeds,<br />
+Is like a garden full of weeds;<br />
+And when the weeds begin to grow,<br />
+It's like a garden full of snow;<br />
+And when the snow begins to fall,<br />
+It's like a bird upon the wall;<br />
+And when the bird away does fly,<br />
+It's like an eagle in the sky;<br />
+And when the sky begins to roar,<br />
+It's like a lion at the door;<br />
+And when the door begins to crack,<br />
+It's like a stick across your back;<br />
+And when your back begins to smart,<br />
+It's like a penknife in your heart;<br />
+And when your heart begins to bleed,<br />
+You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Come, let's to bed</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i062a.jpg" alt="i062a" width="230" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m10"><b>OME</b>, let's to bed,<br />
+Says Sleepy-head;<br />
+Tarry a while, says Slow.<br />
+Put on the pan,<br />
+Says Greedy Nan,<br />
+Let's sup before we go.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>If I'd as much money as I could spend</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i062b.jpg" alt="i062b" width="280" height="288" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p9 m16"><b>F</b> I'd as much money as I could spend,<br />
+I never would cry old chairs to mend;<br />
+Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;<br />
+I never would cry old chairs to mend.<br />
+If I'd as much money as I could tell,<br />
+I never would cry old clothes to sell;<br />
+Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;<br />
+I never would cry old clothes to sell.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Little Bo-peep</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i063a.jpg" alt="i063a" width="220" height="188" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p8 m12"><b>ITTLE BO-PEEP</b> has lost her sheep,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cannot tell where to find them;</span><br />
+Leave them alone, and they'll come home,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bring their tails behind them.</span><br />
+<br />
+Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dreamt she heard them bleating;</span><br />
+But when she awoke, she found it a joke,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For still they were all fleeting.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then up she took her little crook,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Determined for to find them,</span><br />
+She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" alt="i063b" width="128" height="28" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p8">A, B, C, tumble down D,<br />
+The cat's in the cupboard, and can't see me.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/i064.jpg" width="415" height="584" alt="Little Bo-peep" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Little Bo-peep</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The Toad and Frog</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i065_0.jpg" alt="s_i065_0" width="206" height="39" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i065_1.jpg" alt="s_i065_1" width="133" height="177" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p4 m8"><b>ROAK!"</b> said the Toad, "I'm hungry, I think,<br />
+To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;<br />
+I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,<br />
+And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails."<br />
+"Ho, ho!" quoth the Frog, "is that what you mean?<br />
+Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,<br />
+There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,<br />
+And then I shall have a good dinner like you."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" alt="i063b" width="128" height="28" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">There was an old woman lived under a hill,<br />
+And if she's not gone, she lives there still.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>When a Twister a twisting</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i066_0.jpg" alt="s_i066_0" width="232" height="33" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i066_1.jpg" alt="s_i066_1" width="220" height="74" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i066_2.jpg" alt="s_i066_2" width="54" height="273" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m6"><b>HEN</b> a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;<br />
+For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;<br />
+But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,<br />
+The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.<br />
+<br />
+Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,<br />
+He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine;<br />
+Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,<br />
+He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
+The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,<br />
+As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:<br />
+'Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,<br />
+He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Little Tom Tucker</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i067_0.jpg" alt="s_i067_0" width="105" height="69" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i067_1.jpg" alt="s_i067_1" width="122" height="177" class="split" />
+
+<p class="m12"><b>ITTLE TOM TUCKER</b><br />
+Sings for his supper;<br />
+What shall he eat?<br />
+White bread and butter.<br />
+How shall he cut it<br />
+Without e'er a knife?<br />
+How will he be married<br />
+<span style="margin-left:4em">Without e'er a wife?</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i068_0.jpg" alt="s_i068_0" width="224" height="115" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i068_1.jpg" alt="s_i068_1" width="172" height="58" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i068_2.jpg" alt="s_i068_2" width="224" height="81" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p7 m16"><b>IDE</b> a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,<br />
+To see a fine lady upon a white horse,<br />
+Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,<br />
+She shall make music wherever she goes.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There were two blackbirds</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There were two blackbirds<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sitting on a hill,</span><br />
+The one named Jack,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The other named Jill;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly away, Jack!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fly away, Jill!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come again, Jack!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come again, Jill!</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Hark, hark, the dogs do bark</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i069a.jpg" width="136" height="180" alt="i069a" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m12"><b>ARK</b>, hark,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dogs do bark,</span><br />
+Beggars are coming to town:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Some in jags,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Some in rags,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And some in velvet gowns.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i069b.jpg" width="600" height="309" alt="i069b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">See, see! what shall I see?<br />
+A horse's head where his tail should be.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Over the water, and over the lea</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i070_0.jpg" alt="s_i070_0" width="208" height="57" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i070_1.jpg" alt="s_i070_1" width="134" height="111" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p4 m8"><b>VER</b> the water, and over the lea,<br />
+And over the water to Charley,<br />
+Charley loves good ale and wine,<br />
+And Charley loves good brandy,<br />
+And Charley loves a pretty girl,<br />
+As sweet as sugar-candy.<br />
+<br />
+Over the water, and over the sea,<br />
+And over the water to Charley,<br />
+I'll have none of your nasty beef,<br />
+Nor I'll have none of your barley;<br />
+But I'll have some of your very best flour;<br />
+To make a white cake for my Charley.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Tom, Tom, the piper's son</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p5">Tom, Tom, the piper's son,<br />
+Stole a pig, and away he run!<br />
+The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,<br />
+And Tom went roaring down the street.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i071.jpg" width="600" height="409" alt="i071" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;Stole a pig and away he run.&quot;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p><p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p><p><i>Daffy-Down-Dilly</i></p>
+
+<img src="images/i072.jpg" alt="i072" width="214" height="288" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>AFFY-DOWN-DILLY</b> has come up to town,<br />
+In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>A little cock sparrow</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,<br />
+And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he;<br />
+A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,<br />
+And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he.<br />
+<br />
+A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,<br />
+Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow,<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
+A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow<br />
+Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow.<br />
+<br />
+"This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew,<br />
+And his giblets shall make me a little pie too."<br />
+"Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I <i>won't</i> make a stew."<br />
+So he flapped his wings and away he flew!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Charley, Charley</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i073.jpg" alt="i073" width="254" height="186" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p8 m8"><b>HARLEY</b> Charley, stole the barley<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out of the baker's shop;</span><br />
+The baker came out, and gave him a clout,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made poor Charley hop.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was an old woman, and what do you think?</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was an old woman, and what do you think?<br />
+She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i074.jpg" width="600" height="262" alt="i074" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;<br />
+Yet this little old woman could never keep quiet.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>
+She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,<br />
+And when she came home her old husband was dead;<br />
+She went to the clerk to toll the bell,<br />
+And when she came back her old husband was well.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Up hill and down dale</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Up hill and down dale;<br />
+Butter is made in every vale;<br />
+And if that Nancy Cook<br />
+Is a good girl,<br />
+She shall have a spouse,<br />
+And make butter anon,<br />
+Before her old grandmother<br />
+Grows a young man.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>A swarm of bees</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i075.jpg" alt="i075" width="132" height="202" class="split" />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>SWARM</b> of bees in May<br />
+Is worth a load of hay;<br />
+A swarm of bees in June<br />
+Is worth a silver spoon;<br />
+A swarm of bees in July<br />
+Is not worth a fly.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>A was an archer</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">A was an archer, and shot at a frog,<br />
+B was a butcher, and had a great dog.<br />
+C was a captain, all covered with lace,<br />
+D was a drunkard, and had a red face.<br />
+E was an esquire, with pride on his brow,<br />
+F was a farmer, and followed the plough.<br />
+G was a gamester, who had but ill luck,<br />
+H was a hunter, and hunted a buck.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>
+I was an innkeeper, who loved to bouse,<br />
+J was a joiner, and built up a house.<br />
+K was King William, once governed this land,<br />
+L was a lady, who had a white hand.<br />
+M was a miser, and hoarded up gold,<br />
+N was a nobleman, gallant and bold.<br />
+O was an oyster wench, and went about town,<br />
+P was a parson, and wore a black gown.<br />
+Q was a queen, who was fond of good flip,<br />
+R was a robber, and wanted a whip.<br />
+S was a sailor, and spent all he got,<br />
+T was a tinker, and mended a pot.<br />
+U was an usurer, a miserable elf,<br />
+V was a vintner, who drank all himself.<br />
+W was a watchman, and guarded the door,<br />
+X was expensive, and so became poor.<br />
+Y was a youth, that did not love school,<br />
+Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i076.jpg" width="600" height="412" alt="A to Z." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">A to Z.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Pease-porridge hot</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,<br />
+Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.<br />
+Some like it hot, some like it cold,<br />
+Some like it in the pot, nine days old.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Merry are the bells</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i077.jpg" alt="i077" width="132" height="240" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>ERRY</b> are the bells, and merry would they ring,<br />
+Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;<br />
+With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,<br />
+And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p class="p4">Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose,<br />
+Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
+Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,<br />
+With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!<br />
+<br />
+Merry have we met, and merry have we been,<br />
+Merry let us part, and merry meet again;<br />
+With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,<br />
+And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Ride Away</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride,<br />
+And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side;<br />
+And he shall have little dog tied to the other;<br />
+And Johnny shall ride to see his grandmother.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 558px;">
+<img src="images/i078.jpg" width="558" height="600" alt="i078" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">I&#39;LL TELL YOU A STORY</p>
+
+<p class="p8"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll tell you a story</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About Jack a Nory,&mdash;</span><br />
+And now my story's begun:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll tell you another</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About Jack his brother,&mdash;</span><br />
+And now my story's done.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Solomon Grundy</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i079_0.jpg" alt="s_i079_0" width="212" height="41" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i079_1.jpg" alt="s_i079_1" width="122" height="141" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p4 m8"><b>OLOMON GRUNDY,</b><br />
+Born on a Monday,<br />
+Christened on Tuesday,<br />
+Married on Wednesday,<br />
+Took ill on Thursday,<br />
+Worse on Friday,<br />
+Died on Saturday,<br />
+Buried on Sunday:<br />
+This is the end<br />
+Of Solomon Grundy.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Hey! diddle, diddle</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i079b.jpg" width="256" height="212" alt="i079b" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p>Hey! diddle, diddle,<br />
+The cat and  the fiddle,</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i079c.jpg" width="248" height="226" alt="i079c" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">The cow jumped over the moon;</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p>
+
+<img src="images/i080a.jpg" width="140" height="258" alt="i080a" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p>The little dog laughed<br />
+To see such sport,</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i080b.jpg" width="225" height="300" alt="i080b" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">And the dish ran away<br />
+with the spoon.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i080c.jpg" width="600" height="432" alt="i080c" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Baa Baa Black Sheep</p>
+
+<p class="p8">Baa, baa, black sheep,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have you any wool?</span><br />
+Yes, little master,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three bags full</span><br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>
+<br />
+One for my master,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And one for my dame,</span><br />
+And one for the little boy<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who lives in our lane.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There was an old woman tossed up in a basket</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i081_0.jpg" alt="s_i081_0" width="183" height="106" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i081_1.jpg" alt="s_i081_1" width="39" height="194" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>HERE</b> was an old woman tossed up in a basket<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seventy times as high as the moon;</span></p>
+<p class="p6">Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For in her hand she carried a broom.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where are you going to up so high?"</span><br />
+<br />
+"To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 391px;">
+<img src="images/i082.jpg" width="391" height="600" alt="i082" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;O whither, o whither, o whither, so high?&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p><p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Taffy was a Welshman</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i083a.jpg" width="231" height="300" alt="i083a" class="split" />
+
+<p>Taffy; was a Welshman,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was a thief;</span><br />
+Taffy came to my house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and stole a piece of beef;</span><br />
+I went to Taffy's house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was not at home;</span><br />
+Taffy came to my house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and stole a marrow bone.</span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i083b.jpg" width="300" height="148" alt="i083b" class="splitr" />
+
+<p class="p4">I went to Taffy's house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was not in;</span><br />
+Taffy came to my house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and stole a silver pin;</span><br />
+I went to Taffy's house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was in bed,</span><br />
+I took the marrow bone<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and flung it at his head.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>This is the way the ladies ride</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i084_0.jpg" alt="s_i084_0" width="252" height="45" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i084_1.jpg" alt="s_i084_1" width="215" height="62" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i084_2.jpg" alt="s_i084_2" width="252" height="107" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>HIS</b> is the way the ladies ride;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tri, tre, tre, tree,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tri, tre, tre, tree!</span><br /><br />
+This is the way the ladies ride,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;">Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!</span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p class="p6">This is the way the gentlemen ride;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gallop-a-trot,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gallop-a-trot!</span><br />
+<br />
+This is the way the gentlemen ride,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!</span><br />
+<br />
+This is the way the farmers ride;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hobbledy-hoy,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hobbledy-hoy!</span><br />
+<br />
+This is the way the farmers ride,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Jack and Jill</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i085_0.jpg" alt="s_i085_0" width="600" height="31" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i085_1.jpg" alt="s_i085_1" width="163" height="88" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i085_2.jpg" alt="s_i085_2" width="600" height="408" class="splitfull" />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>ACK</b> and Jill went up the hill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fetch a pail of water;</span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p class="p4">Jack fell down, and broke his crown,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Jill came tumbling after.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i085.jpg" width="600" height="309" alt="i085" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Master I have, and I am his man</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i086a.jpg" alt="i086a" width="142" height="248" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>ASTER</b> I have, and I am his man,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gallop a dreary dun;</span><br />
+Master I have, and I am his man,<br />
+And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;<br />
+With a heighty gaily gamberally,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Gallop a dreary dun.</span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Little Bob Snooks</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And loved by his usher and master:</span><br />
+But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And carries his nose in a plaster.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 172px;">
+<img src="images/i086b.jpg" width="172" height="272" alt="i086b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was a man, and he had naught</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a man, and he had naught,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And robbers came to rob him;</span><br />
+He crept up to the chimney pot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then they thought they had him.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/i087.jpg" width="275" height="400" alt="i087" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">But he got down on t'other side,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then they could not find him;</span><br />
+He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never looked behind him.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Where are you going</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"<br />
+"I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.<br />
+"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"<br />
+"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.<br />
+"What is your father, my pretty maid?"<br />
+"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.<br />
+"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"<br />
+"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.<br />
+"Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"<br />
+"Nobody asked you, sir!" she said.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 385px;">
+<img src="images/i088.jpg" width="385" height="600" alt="WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO MY PRETTY MAID?" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO MY PRETTY MAID?</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Hush-a-bye</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,<br />
+When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;<br />
+When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,<br />
+Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Poor old Robinson Crusoe</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i089_0.jpg" alt="s_i089_0" width="178" height="39" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i089_1.jpg" alt="s_i089_1" width="109" height="203" class="split" />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>OOR</b> old Robinson Crusoe!
+Poor old Robinson Crusoe!<br />
+They made him a coat<br />
+Of an old nanny goat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wonder how they could do so!</span><br />
+With a ring a ting tang,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And a ring a ting tang,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Poor old Robinson Crusoe!</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Queen Anne, Queen Anne</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun,<br />
+As fair as a lily, as white as a wand<br />
+I send you three letters, and pray read one,<br />
+You must read one, if you can't read all,<br />
+So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i090.jpg" width="600" height="276" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The Spider and the Fly</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly,&mdash;<br />
+"'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.<br />
+The way into my parlour is up a winding stair;<br />
+And I have many curious things to show you when you're there."<br />
+"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain;<br />
+For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>
+"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;<br />
+Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.<br />
+"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin;<br />
+And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"<br />
+"Oh no, no," said the little fly; "for I've often heard it said,<br />
+They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"<br />
+<br />
+Said the cunning spider to the fly&mdash;"Dear friend, what can I do<br />
+To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>
+I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;<br />
+I'm sure you're very welcome&mdash;will you please to take a slice?"<br />
+"Oh no, no," said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be;<br />
+I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."<br />
+<br />
+"Sweet creature," said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise;<br />
+How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!<br />
+I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,<br />
+If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
+"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say,<br />
+And bidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day."<br />
+<br />
+The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,<br />
+For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again;<br />
+So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,<br />
+And set his table ready, to dine upon the fly.<br />
+Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,&mdash;<br />
+"Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;<br />
+Your robes are green and purple&mdash;there's a crest upon your head!<br />
+Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>
+<br />
+Alas! alas! how very soon this silly little fly,<br />
+Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by.<br />
+With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,<br />
+Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, her green and purple hue&mdash;<br />
+Thinking only of her crested head&mdash;poor foolish thing! At last,<br />
+Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast!<br />
+He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,<br />
+Within his little parlour&mdash;but she ne'er came out again!<br />
+<br />
+And now, dear little children, who may this story read,<br />
+To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you, ne'er give heed;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>
+Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye.<br />
+And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Rain, rain, go away</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i091a.jpg" width="122" height="198" alt="" class="split" />
+<img src="images/i091b.jpg" alt="i091b" width="272" height="500" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m14"><b>AIN</b>, rain, go away,<br />
+Come again another day;<br />
+Little Susy wants to play.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>As the days</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">As the days grow longer<br />
+The storms grow stronger.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Bessy Bell and Mary Gray</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i092.jpg" width="228" height="172" alt="" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m10"><b>ESSY BELL</b> and Mary Gray,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were two bonny lasses:</span><br />
+They built their house upon the lea,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And covered it with rashes.</span><br />
+<br />
+Bessy kept the garden gate,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Mary kept the pantry:</span><br />
+Bessy always had to wait,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While Mary lived in plenty.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Jack Sprat's pig</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Jack Sprat's pig,<br />
+He was not very little,<br />
+Nor yet very big;<br />
+He was not very lean,<br />
+He was not very fat;<br />
+He'll do well for a grunt,<br />
+Says little Jack Sprat.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Needles and Pins</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Needles and pins, needles and pins,</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px;">
+<img src="images/i093.jpg" width="390" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">When a man marries his trouble begins.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The Song of Five Toes</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">1. This little pig went to market;<br />
+2. This little pig stayed at home,<br />
+3. This little pig had roast beef;<br />
+4. This little pig had none;<br />
+5. This little pig said, wee, wee, wee!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I can't find my way home.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Apple-Pie Alphabet</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p8">A was an apple-pie;<br />
+B bit it;<br />
+C cut it;<br />
+D dealt it;<br />
+E eat it;<br />
+F fought for it;<br />
+G got it;<br />
+H had it;<br />
+J joined it;<br />
+K kept it;<br />
+L longed for it;<br />
+M mourned for it;<br />
+N nodded at it;<br />
+O opened it;<br />
+P peeped in it;<br />
+Q quartered it;<br />
+R ran for it;<br />
+S stole it;<br />
+T took it;<br />
+V viewed it;<br />
+W wanted it;<br />
+X, Y, and Z all wished a piece of it.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Bat, bat</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i094a.jpg" width="230" height="178" alt="" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m8"><b>AT</b>, bat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come under my hat,</span><br />
+And I'll give you a slice of bacon;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 263px;">
+<img src="images/i094b.jpg" width="263" height="350" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p8"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when I bake,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll give you a cake,</span><br />
+If I am not mistaken.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Old Mother Goose</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i095_0.jpg" alt="s_i095_0" width="204" height="61" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i095_1.jpg" alt="s_i095_1" width="204" height="115" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m30"><b>LD</b> Mother Goose, when<br />
+She wanted to wander<br />
+Would ride through the air<br />
+On a very fine gander.<br />
+<br />
+Mother Goose had a house,<br />
+'Twas built in a wood,<br />
+Where an owl at the door<br />
+For sentinel stood.<br />
+<br />
+She had a son Jack,<br />
+A plain-looking lad,<br />
+He is not very good,<br />
+Nor yet very bad.<br />
+<br />
+She sent him to market,<br />
+A live goose he bought,<br />
+"Here, mother," says he,<br />
+"It will not go for nought."<br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
+
+Jack's goose and her gander,<br />
+Grew very fond;<br />
+They'd both eat together,<br />
+Or swim in one pond.<br />
+<br />
+Jack found one morning,<br />
+As I have been told,<br />
+His goose had laid him<br />
+An egg of pure gold.<br />
+<br />
+Jack ran to his mother,<br />
+The news for to tell,<br />
+She called him a good boy,<br />
+And said it was well.<br />
+<br />
+Jack sold his gold egg<br />
+To a rogue of a Jew,<br />
+Who cheated him out of<br />
+The half of his due.<br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>
+
+Then Jack went a courting,<br />
+A lady so gay,<br />
+As fair as the lily,<br />
+And sweet as the May.<br />
+<br />
+The Jew and the Squire<br />
+Came behind his back,<br />
+And began to belabour<br />
+The sides of poor Jack,<br />
+<br />
+Then old Mother Goose,<br />
+That instant came in,<br />
+And turned her son Jack<br />
+Into famed Harlequin.<br />
+<br />
+She then with her wand,<br />
+Touched the lady so fine,<br />
+And turned her at once<br />
+Into sweet Columbine.<br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
+The gold egg into the sea<br />
+Was thrown then,&mdash;<br />
+When Jack jumped in,<br />
+And got the egg back again.<br />
+<br />
+The Jew got the goose,<br />
+Which he vowed he would kill,<br />
+Resolving at once<br />
+His pockets to fill.<br />
+<br />
+Jack's mother came in,<br />
+And caught the goose soon,<br />
+And mounting its back,<br />
+Flew up to the moon.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p6">Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,<br />
+All begins with A.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Early to bed</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Early to bed, and early to rise,<br />
+Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>When little Fred</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i096_0.jpg" alt="s_i096_0" width="184" height="29" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i096_1.jpg" alt="s_i096_1" width="184" height="68" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i096_2.jpg" alt="s_i096_2" width="62" height="203" class="split" />
+
+<p class="m8"><b>HEN</b> little Fred</p>
+
+<p class="p6"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was called to bed,</span><br />
+He always acted right;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He kissed Mamma,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And then Papa,</span><br />
+And wished them all good-night.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He made no noise,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like naughty boys</span><br />
+But gently upstairs<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Directly went,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When he was sent,</span><br />
+And always said his prayers.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Sing a Song of Sixpence</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i097a.jpg" width="262" height="162" alt="i097a" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>ING</b> a song of sixpence,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A pocket full of rye;</span><br />
+Four and twenty blackbirds<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baked in a pie.</span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" >
+<img src="images/i097b.jpg" alt="i097b" width="600" height="387" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p6">When the pie was opened,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The birds began to sing;</span><br />
+Was not that a dainty dish,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To set before the king?</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i098a.jpg" width="600" height="396" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p6">The king was in his counting-house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Counting out his money;</span><br />
+The queen was in the parlour<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating bread and honey;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i098b.jpg" width="600" height="297" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
+<img src="images/i099.jpg" width="435" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p6">The maid was in the garden<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hanging out the clothes,</span><br />
+Down came a blackbird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And snapped off her nose.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Old Mother Hubbard</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i100.jpg" width="194" height="172" alt="" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m30"><b>LD</b> Mother Hubbard,<br />
+She went to the cupboard,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give her poor dog a bone,</span><br />
+But when she came there<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cupboard was bare,</span><br />
+And so the poor dog had none.<br />
+<br />
+She went to the baker's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some bread,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor dog was dead</span><br />
+<br />
+She went to the joiner's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a coffin,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor dog was laughing.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>
+She took a clean dish<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get him some tripe,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was smoking his pipe.</span><br />
+<br />
+She went to the ale-house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get him some beer,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog sat in a chair.</span><br />
+<br />
+She went to the tavern<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For white wine and red,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog stood on his head.</span><br />
+<br />
+She went to the hatter's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a hat,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was feeding the cat.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>
+She went to the barber's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a wig,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was dancing a jig.</span><br />
+<br />
+She went to the fruiterer's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some fruit,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was playing the flute.</span><br />
+<br />
+She went to the tailor's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a coat,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was riding a goat.</span><br />
+<br />
+She went to the cobbler's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some shoes,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was reading the news.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>
+She went to the sempstress<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some linen,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog was spinning.</span><br />
+<br />
+She went to the hosier's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some hose,</span><br />
+And when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was dressed in his clothes.</span><br />
+<br />
+The dame made a curtsey,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog made a bow;</span><br />
+The dame said, "Your servant,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog said, "Bow, wow!"</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>See-saw, sacaradown</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">See-saw, sacaradown,<br />
+Which is the way to London town?<br />
+One foot up, the other down,<br />
+This is the way to London town.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>To market</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i101a.jpg" alt="i101a" width="128" height="120" class="split" />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>O</b> market,to market,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">to buy a plum bun,</span><br />
+Home again, home again,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">market is done.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 794px;">
+<img src="images/i101b.jpg" width="794" height="804" alt="i101b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Hector Protector</p>
+
+<p class="p8">Hector Protector was dressed all in green;<br />
+Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>
+The Queen did not like him,<br />
+No more did the King:<br />
+So Hector Protector was sent back again.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i102a.jpg" width="600" height="266" alt="i102a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>Is John Smith within?</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i102b.jpg" alt="i102b" width="114" height="136" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4 m12"><b>S</b> John Smith within?<br />
+Yes, that he is.<br />
+Can he set a shoe?<br />
+<br />
+Ay, marry, two.<br />
+Here a nail, there a nail,<br />
+Now your horse is shoed.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Johnny shall have a new bonnet</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i103.jpg" alt="i103" width="244" height="210" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m10"><b>OHNNY</b> shall have a new bonnet,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Johnny shall go to the fair.</span><br />
+And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tie up his bonny brown hair.</span><br />
+And why may not I love Johnny?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And why may not Johnny love me?</span><br />
+And why may not I love Johnny<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as another body?</span><br />
+And here's a leg for a stocking,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here is a leg for a shoe,</span><br />
+And he has a kiss for his daddy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And two for his mammy, I trow.</span><br />
+And why may not I love Johnny?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And why may not Johnny love me?</span><br />
+And why may not I love Johnny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as another body?</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i104.jpg" width="600" height="399" alt="I Saw a Ship a Sailing" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">I Saw a Ship a Sailing</p>
+
+<p class="p4">I saw a ship a-sailing.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-sailing on the sea;</span><br />
+And it was full of pretty things<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For baby and for me.</span><br />
+<br />
+There were comfits in the cabin,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And apples in the hold;</span><br />
+The sails were all of velvet,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the masts of beaten gold.</span><br />
+<br />
+The four-and-twenty sailors<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That stood between the decks,</span><br />
+Were four-and-twenty white mice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With chains about their necks.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>
+The captain was a duck,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a packet on his back;</span><br />
+And when the ship began to move,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captain said, "Quack! quack!"</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Nose, nose</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Nose, nose, jolly red nose;<br />
+And what gave thee that jolly red nose?<br />
+Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves,<br />
+And they gave me this jolly red nose.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The King of France</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i105_0.jpg" alt="s_i105_0" width="181" height="31" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i105_1.jpg" alt="s_i105_1" width="181" height="68" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i105_2.jpg" alt="s_i105_2" width="40" height="201" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p6 m12"><b>HE</b> King of France went up the hill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With twenty thousand men;</span><br />
+The King of France came down the hill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ne'er went up again.</span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i106a.jpg" width="600" height="387" alt="i106a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;Went up the hill.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i106b.jpg" width="600" height="365" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;Came down again!&quot;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>The Babes in the Wood</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i107.jpg" alt="i107" width="216" height="240" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m16"><b>GENTLEMAN</b> of good account<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Norfolk dwelt of late,</span><br />
+Whose wealth and riches did surmount<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Most men of his estate.</span><br />
+<br />
+Sore sick he was, and like to die,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No help his life could save;</span><br />
+His wife by him as sick did lie,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And both were near the grave.</span><br />
+<br />
+No love between these two was lost:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each to the other kind;</span><br />
+In love they lived, in love they died,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And left two babes behind.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now, if the children chanced to die,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere they to age should come,</span><br />
+Their uncle should possess their wealth!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For so the will did run.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>
+"Now, brother," said the dying man,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Look to my children dear;</span><br />
+Be good unto my boy and girl,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No friends else have they here."</span><br />
+<br />
+Their parents being dead and gone,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The children home he takes,</span><br />
+And brings them both unto his house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where much of them he makes.</span><br />
+<br />
+He had not kept those pretty babes<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A twelvemonth and a day,</span><br />
+When, for their wealth, he did devise<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make them both away.</span><br />
+<br />
+He bargained with two ruffians bold,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who were of savage mood,</span><br />
+That they should take the children twain,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And slay them in a wood.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
+They prate and prattle pleasantly,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While riding on the way,</span><br />
+To those their wicked uncle hired,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">These lovely babes to slay:</span><br />
+<br />
+So that the pretty speech they had,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Made the ruffians' heart relent;</span><br />
+And they that took the deed to do,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full sorely did repent.</span><br />
+<br />
+Yet one of them, more hard of heart,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did vow to do his charge,</span><br />
+Because the wretch that hired him<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had paid him very large.</span><br />
+<br />
+The other would not agree thereto,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So here they fell at strife;</span><br />
+With one another they did fight,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About the children's life.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/i108.jpg" width="404" height="600" alt="i108" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;WENT WANDERING UP AND DOWN.&quot;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="p7">And he that was of milder mood<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did slay the other there,</span><br />
+Within an unfrequented wood,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The babes did quake for fear!</span><br />
+<br />
+He took the children by the hand,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While they for bread complain:</span><br />
+"Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring ye bread,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I do come again."</span><br />
+<br />
+These pretty babes, with hand in hand,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went wandering up and down;</span><br />
+But never more they saw the man<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Approaching from the town.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thus wandered these two pretty dears,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till death did end their grief;</span><br />
+In one another's arms they died,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poor babes! past all relief.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>
+No burial these innocents<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of any man receives,</span><br />
+But Robin Redbreast lovingly<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did cover them with leaves.</span><br />
+<br />
+The fellow that did take in hand<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">These children for to kill,</span><br />
+Was for a robbery judged to die,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As was God's blessed will:</span><br />
+<br />
+And did confess the very truth,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The which is here expressed;</span><br />
+Their uncle died while he for debt<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did long in prison rest.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>Little Jack Horner</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i109.jpg" alt="i109" width="216" height="222" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<p class="p6 m20"><b>ITTLE</b> Jack Horner<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sat in the corner</span><br />
+Eating a Christmas pie;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He put in his thumb,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And pulled out a plum,</span><br />
+And said, "What a good boy am I!"</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Bow, wow, says the dog</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i110.jpg" alt="i110" width="282" height="262" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p8">Bow, wow, says the dog;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mew, mew, says the cat;</span><br />
+Grunt, grunt, goes the hog;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And squeak goes the rat.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+Chirp, chirp, says the sparrow;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Caw, caw, says the crow;</span><br />
+Quack, quack, says the duck;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And what cuckoos say, you know</span><br />
+<br />
+So, with sparrows and cuckoos;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With rats and with dogs;</span><br />
+With ducks and with crows;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With cats and with hogs;</span><br />
+<br />
+A fine song I have made,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To please you, my dear;</span><br />
+And if it's well sung,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twill be charming to hear.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Tell-Tale-Tit</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i111a.jpg" alt="i111a" width="262" height="228" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m20"><b>ELL-TALE-TIT</b>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Your tongue shall be slit,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And all the little puppy dogs</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shall have a little bit.</span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The Queen of Hearts</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">The Queen of Hearts,<br />
+She made some tarts,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All on a summer's day;</span><br />
+The Knave of Hearts,<br />
+He stole those tarts,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And took them clean away.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i111b.jpg" width="400" height="363" alt="i111b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;">
+<img src="images/i112.jpg" width="441" height="600" alt="i112" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;SHE MADE SOME TARTS.&quot;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p>
+
+<img src="images/i113a.jpg" width="203" height="300" alt="i113a" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The King of Hearts</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Called for the tarts,</span><br />
+And beat the Knave full sore;</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<img src="images/i113b.jpg" alt="i113b" width="206" height="300" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p2"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Knave of Hearts</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brought back the tarts,</span><br />
+And vowed he'd steal no more.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The Champions of Christendom</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i114.jpg" alt="i114" width="250" height="296" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m20"><b>N</b> Egypt was a dragon dire<br />
+With scales of steel, and breath of fire:<br />
+And Egypt's Princess fair and good<br />
+Was doomed to be the monster's food:<br />
+St. George this fearful dragon slew,<br />
+And for his wife gained Sebra true.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="i063b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p7">St. Andrew, Scotland's famous knight<br />
+In deeds of valour took delight;<br />
+Maidens in grief and matrons grave<br />
+From insult he was wont to save.<br />
+For noble deeds he was renowned:<br />
+His fame did through the world resound.<br />
+<br />
+St. Andrew fought, as we are told,<br />
+Against a host of warriors bold;<br />
+They viewed his strength with wonderment,<br />
+And yielding, in submission bent.<br />
+Defeated by his powerful rod,<br />
+They owned the greatness of his GOD.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="i063b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p7">St. David, Welshman's Champion bold,<br />
+Preferred rude war to ease and gold:<br />
+He, fighting for his faith divine,<br />
+Unhorsed and slew Prince Palestine.<br />
+His Pagan followers stood in awe,<br />
+And worshipped heathen gods no more.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="i063b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p7">St. Patrick, Ireland's valiant knight,<br />
+Did thirty robbers put to flight;<br />
+Rescued from them six ladies fair,<br />
+And then protected them with care.<br />
+Great fame and glory he acquired,<br />
+And as a holy priest expired.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="i063b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p7">St. Dennis was the knight of France,<br />
+As brave as ever carried lance:<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>
+Fair fame he won: for he did free<br />
+A princess prisoned in a tree.<br />
+Fair Eglantine, once Thessaly's pride,<br />
+He saved and took to be his bride.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="i063b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p7">St. James the Champion was of Spain,<br />
+His country's glory to maintain:<br />
+An angry boar, inflamed with rage,<br />
+This hero did in fight engage.<br />
+And since he slew the boar in strife,<br />
+He Celestine did gain as wife.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="i063b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p7">St. Anthony, Italian knight,<br />
+His country's fame upheld in fight:<br />
+The giant Blanderon did place<br />
+In prison dark the Queen of Thrace;<br />
+St. Anthony the giant slew<br />
+And took as wife the princess true.</p><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was a little man, and he had a little gun</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a little man, and he had a little gun,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i115.jpg" width="600" height="314" alt="i115" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And knocked it off his head, head, head.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>I have seen you, little mouse</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i116_0.jpg" alt="s_i116_0" width="266" height="61" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i116_1.jpg" alt="s_i116_1" width="266" height="114" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i116_2.jpg" alt="s_i116_2" width="74" height="117" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p8 m8"><b>HAVE</b> have seen you, little mouse,<br />
+Running all about the house,<br />
+Through the hole, your little eye<br />
+In the wainscot peeping sly,<br />
+Hoping soon some crumbs to steal,<br />
+To make quite a hearty meal.<br />
+Look before you venture out,<br />
+See if pussy is about,<br />
+If she's gone, you'll quickly run,<br />
+To the larder for some fun,<br />
+Round about the dishes creep,<br />
+Taking into each a peep,<br />
+To choose the daintiest that's there,<br />
+Spoiling things you do not care.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>As soft as silk</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">As soft as silk, as white as milk,<br />
+As bitter as gall, a strong wall,<br />
+And a green coat covers me all.<br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;">(<i>a walnut</i>)</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Barber barber</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Barber, barber, shave a pig,<br />
+How many hairs will make a wig?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 463px;">
+<img src="images/i117.jpg" width="463" height="600" alt="i117" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">"Four and twenty, that's enough"<br />
+Give the barber a pinch of snuff.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Bryan O'Lin</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear<br />
+So he bought him a sheepskin and made him a pair.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 492px;">
+<img src="images/i118.jpg" width="492" height="600" alt="i118" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in,<br />
+"Ah ha, that is warm!" said Bryan O'Lin.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Mary had a pretty bird</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i119.jpg" width="142" height="242" alt="i119" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>ARY</b> had a pretty bird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Feathers bright and yellow</span><br />
+Slender legs, upon my word,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a pretty fellow.</span><br />
+The sweetest notes he always sung,</p>
+<p class="p5"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which much delighted Mary;</span><br />
+And near the cage she'd ever sit,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hear her own canary.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cried, gobble, gobble, gobble:</span><br />
+The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went hobble, hobble, hobble.</span></p>
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b>"<i>We are three brethren out of Spain</i>"</b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i120.jpg" width="600" height="382" alt="i120" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">"We are three brethren out of Spain,<br />
+Come to court your daughter Jane."<br />
+"My daughter Jane she is too young,<br />
+She has not learned her mother tongue."<br />
+<br />
+"Be she young, or be she old,<br />
+For her beauty she must be sold,<br />
+So fare you well, my lady gay,<br />
+We'll call again another day."<br />
+<br />
+"Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,<br />
+And rub thy spurs till they be bright."<br />
+"Of my spurs take you no thought,<br />
+For in this land they were not bought.<br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>
+"So fare you well, my lady gay,<br />
+We'll call again another day."<br />
+<br />
+"Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight;<br />
+And take the fairest in your sight."<br />
+"The fairest maid that I can see,<br />
+Is pretty Nancy, come to me."<br />
+<br />
+"Here comes your daughter, safe and sound,<br />
+Every pocket with a thousand pound,<br />
+Every pocket with a gay gold ring,<br />
+Please to take your daughter in."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 152px;">
+<img src="images/i121.jpg" width="152" height="300" alt="i121" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>History of John Gilpin</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i122_0.jpg" alt="s_i122_0" width="232" height="47" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i122_1.jpg" alt="s_i122_1" width="232" height="72" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i122_2.jpg" alt="s_i122_2" width="83" height="265" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p7 m16"><b>OHN</b> Gilpin was a citizen<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of credit and renown,</span><br />
+A train-band captain eke was he,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of famous London town.</span><br />
+<br />
+John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Though wedded we have been</span><br />
+These twice ten tedious years, yet we<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No holiday have seen.</span><br />
+<br />
+"To-morrow is our wedding-day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we will then repair</span><br />
+Unto the 'Bell' at Edmonton,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All in a chaise and pair.</span><br />
+<br />
+"My sister, and my sister's child,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Myself, and children three</span><br />
+Will fill the chaise; so you must ride<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On horseback after we."</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>
+He soon replied, "I do admire<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of womankind but one,</span><br />
+And you are she, my dearest dear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Therefore it shall be done.</span><br />
+<br />
+"I am a linendraper bold,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As all the world doth know,</span><br />
+And my good friend the calender<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will lend his horse to go."</span><br />
+<br />
+Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for that wine is dear,</span><br />
+We will be furnished with our own,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which is both bright and clear."</span><br />
+<br />
+John Gilpin kissed his losing wife,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'erjoyed was he to find,</span><br />
+That though on pleasure she was bent,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She had a frugal mind.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>
+
+The morning came, the chaise was brought,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But yet was not allowed</span><br />
+To drive up to the door, lest all<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should say that she was proud.</span><br />
+<br />
+So three doors off the chaise was stayed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where they did all get in;</span><br />
+Six precious souls, and all agog<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To dash through thick and thin.</span><br />
+<br />
+Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were never folks so glad!</span><br />
+The stones did rattle underneath,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if Cheapside were mad.</span><br />
+<br />
+John Gilpin at his horse's side<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seized fast the flowing mane,</span><br />
+And up he got, in haste to ride,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But soon came down again.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>
+
+For saddletree scarce reached had he,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His journey to begin,</span><br />
+When, turning round his head, he saw<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three customers come in.</span><br />
+<br />
+So down he came; for loss of time,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although it grieved him sore,</span><br />
+Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would trouble him much more.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Twas long before the customers<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were suited to their mind,</span><br />
+When Betty screaming came downstairs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The wine is left behind!"</span><br />
+<br />
+"Good lack!" quoth he, "yet bring it me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My leathern belt likewise,</span><br />
+In which I bear my trusty sword<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I do exercise."</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>
+
+Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had two stone bottles found,</span><br />
+To hold the liquor that she loved,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And keep it safe and sound.</span><br />
+<br />
+Each bottle had a curling ear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through which the belt he drew,</span><br />
+And hung a bottle on each side,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make his balance true.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then over all, that he might be<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Equipped from top to toe,</span><br />
+His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He manfully did throw.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now see him mounted once again<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon his nimble steed,</span><br />
+Full slowly pacing o'er the stones,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With caution and good heed.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>
+
+But finding soon a smoother road<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath his well-shod feet,</span><br />
+The snorting beast began to trot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which galled him in his seat.</span><br />
+<br />
+"So, fair and softly!" John he cried,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But John he cried in vain;</span><br />
+That trot became a gallop soon,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In spite of curb and rein.</span><br />
+<br />
+So stooping down, as needs he must<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who cannot sit upright,</span><br />
+He grasped the mane with both his hands,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And eke with all his might.</span><br />
+<br />
+His horse, who never in that sort<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had handled been before,</span><br />
+What thing upon his back had got,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did wonder more and more.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>
+
+Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Away went hat and wig;</span><br />
+He little dreamt, when he set out,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of running such a rig.</span><br />
+<br />
+The wind did blow, the cloak did fly<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like streamer long and gay,</span><br />
+Till, loop and button failing both,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At last it flew away.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then might all people well discern<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bottles he had slung;</span><br />
+A bottle swinging at each side,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As hath been said or sung.</span><br />
+<br />
+The dogs did bark, the children screamed.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up flew the windows all;</span><br />
+And every soul cried out, "Well done!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As loud as he could bawl.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span>
+
+Away went Gilpin&mdash;who but he?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His fame soon spread around:</span><br />
+"He carries weight! he rides a race!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis for a thousand pound!"</span><br />
+<br />
+And still as fast as he drew near,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twas wonderful to view</span><br />
+How in a trice the turnpike-men<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their gates wide open threw.</span><br />
+<br />
+And now, as he went bowing down<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His reeking head full low,</span><br />
+The bottles twain behind his back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were shattered at a blow.</span><br />
+<br />
+Down ran the wine into the road,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Most piteous to be seen,</span><br />
+Which made the horse's flanks to smoke<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they had basted been.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>
+But still he seemed to carry weight,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With leathern girdle braced;</span><br />
+For all might see the bottle-necks<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still dangling at his waist.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thus all through merry Islington<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">These gambols he did play,</span><br />
+Until he came unto the Wash<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Edmonton so gay;</span><br />
+<br />
+And there he threw the wash about<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On both sides of the way,</span><br />
+Just like unto a trundling mop.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or a wild goose at play.</span><br />
+<br />
+At Edmonton his loving wife<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the balcony spied</span><br />
+Her tender husband, wondering much<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see how he did ride.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>
+
+"Stop, stop, John Gilpin!&mdash;Here's the house!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They all at once did cry;</span><br />
+"The dinner waits, and we are tired,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said Gilpin&mdash;"So am I!"</span><br />
+<br />
+But yet his horse was not a whit<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Inclined to tarry there;</span><br />
+For why?&mdash;his owner had a house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full ten miles off, at Ware.</span><br />
+<br />
+So like an arrow swift he flew,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shot by an archer strong;</span><br />
+So did he fly&mdash;which brings me to<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The middle of my song.</span><br />
+<br />
+Away went Gilpin out of breath<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sore against his will,</span><br />
+Till at his friend the calender's.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His horse at last stood still.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>
+
+The calender, amazed to see<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His neighbour in such trim,</span><br />
+Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus accosted him:</span><br />
+<br />
+"What news? what news? your tidings tell;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell me you must and shall&mdash;</span><br />
+Say why bareheaded you are come,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or why you come at all?"</span><br />
+<br />
+Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And loved a timely joke;</span><br />
+And thus unto the calender<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In merry guise he spoke:</span><br />
+<br />
+"I came because your horse would come:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, if I well forebode,</span><br />
+My hat and wig will soon be here,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They are upon the road."</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>
+
+The calender, right glad to find<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His friend in merry pin,</span><br />
+Returned him not a single word,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But to the house went in;</span><br />
+<br />
+Whence straight he came with hat and wig,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A wig that flowed behind,</span><br />
+A hat not much the worse for wear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each comely in its kind.</span><br />
+<br />
+He held them up, and in his turn<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus showed his ready wit,</span><br />
+"My head is twice as big as yours,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They therefore needs must fit.</span><br />
+<br />
+"But let me scrape the dirt away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That hangs upon your face;</span><br />
+And stop and eat, for well you may<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be in a hungry case."</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span>
+
+Said John, "It is my wedding-day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the world would stare</span><br />
+If wife should dine at Edmonton,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I should dine at Ware."</span><br />
+<br />
+So turning to his horse, he said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I am in haste to dine;</span><br />
+'Twas for your pleasure you came here,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You shall go back for mine."</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For which he paid full dear;</span><br />
+For while he spake, a braying ass<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did sing most loud and clear;</span><br />
+<br />
+Whereat his horse did snort, as he<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had heard a lion roar,</span><br />
+And galloped off with all his might,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he had done before.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>
+
+Away went Gilpin, and away<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went Gilpin's hat and wig:</span><br />
+He lost them sooner than at first,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For why&mdash;they were too big.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her husband posting down</span><br />
+Into the country far away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She pulled out half-a-crown;</span><br />
+<br />
+And thus unto the youth she said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That drove them to the "Bell,"</span><br />
+"This shall be yours when you bring back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My husband safe and well."</span><br />
+<br />
+The youth did ride, and soon did meet<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">John coming back amain;</span><br />
+Whom in a trice he tried to stop,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By catching at his rein;</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>
+But not performing what he meant,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gladly would have done,</span><br />
+The frighted steed he frighted more,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made him faster run.</span><br />
+<br />
+Away went Gilpin, and away<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went postboy at his heels,</span><br />
+The postboy's horse right glad to miss<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lumbering of the wheels.</span><br />
+<br />
+Six gentlemen upon the road,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus seeing Gilpin fly,</span><br />
+With postboy scampering in the rear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They raised the hue and cry.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not one of them was mute;</span><br />
+And all and each that passed that way<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did join in the pursuit.</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>
+
+And now the turnpike gates again<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flew open in short space;</span><br />
+The toll-men thinking, as before,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Gilpin rode a race.</span><br />
+<br />
+And so he did, and won it too,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he got first to town;</span><br />
+Nor stopped till where he had got up,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He did again get down.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now let us sing, "Long live the King,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Gilpin, long live he;"</span><br />
+And when he next doth ride abroad,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May I be there to see.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p7">The bee doth love the sweetest flower,<br />
+So doth the blossom the April shower.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>One, two, buckle my shoe</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i123a_0.jpg" alt="s_i123a_0" width="600" height="187" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i123a_1.jpg" alt="s_i123a_1" width="151" height="589" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p5">One, two,<br />
+Buckle my shoe;<br />
+Three, four,<br />
+Shut the door;<br />
+Five, six,<br />
+Pick up sticks;<br />
+Seven, eight,<br />
+Lay them straight;<br />
+<img src="images/i123b.jpg" alt="i123b" width="151" height="250" class="splitr" />
+Nine, ten,<br />
+A good fat hen;<br />
+Eleven, twelve,<br />
+Who will delve?<br />
+Thirteen, fourteen,<br />
+Maids a-courting;<br />
+Fifteen, sixteen,<br />
+Maids in the kitchen;<br />
+Seventeen, eighteen,<br />
+Maids a waiting;<br />
+Nineteen, twenty,<br />
+My plate's empty.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Six little mice sat down to spin</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Six little mice sat down to spin,<br />
+Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.<br />
+"What are you at, my little men?"<br />
+"Making coats for gentlemen."<br />
+"Shall I come in and bite off your thread?"<br />
+"No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll bite off our head."</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Jocky was a piper's son</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i124_0.jpg" alt="s_i124_0" width="224" height="46" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i124_1.jpg" alt="s_i124_1" width="224" height="67" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i124_2.jpg" alt="s_i124_2" width="74" height="257" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m14"><b>OCKY</b> was a piper's son,<br />
+And he fell in love when he was young,<br />
+And the only tune he could play<br />
+Was, "Over the hills and far away;"<br />
+Over the hills and a great way off,<br />
+And the wind will blow my top-knot off.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was a piper had a cow</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a piper had a cow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he had nought to give her;</span><br />
+He pulled out his pipes, and played her a tune,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bade the cow consider.</span><br />
+
+The cow considered very well,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gave the piper a penny,</span><br />
+And bade him play the other tune&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Corn rigs are bonny."</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Mary, Mary, quite contrary</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i125.jpg" alt="i125" width="142" height="236" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4 m6"><b>ARY</b>, Mary,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quite contrary,</span><br />
+How does your garden grow?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Silver bells,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cockle-shells,</span><br />
+And pretty maids all of a row.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 419px;">
+<img src="images/i126.jpg" width="419" height="600" alt="i126" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;Pretty maids all of a row.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p><p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was a crooked man</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i127.jpg" alt="i127" width="122" height="130" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4 m8"><b>HERE</b> was a crooked man,
+and he went a crooked mile,<br />
+He found a crooked sixpence
+against a crooked stile:<br />
+He bought a crooked cat,
+which caught a crooked mouse,<br />
+And they all lived together
+in a little crooked house.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There was a jolly miller</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a jolly miller<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lived on the river Dee:</span><br />
+He worked and sung from morn till night,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No lark so blithe as he,</span><br />
+And this the burden of his song<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For ever used to be&mdash;</span><br />
+I jump mejerrime jee!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I care for nobody&mdash;no! not I,</span><br />
+Since nobody cares for me.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Who killed Cock Robin?</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i128a.jpg" alt="i128a" width="223" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p>Who killed Cock Robin?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the sparrow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"With my bow and arrow,</span><br />
+I killed Cock Robin."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i128b.jpg" alt="i128b" width="196" height="142" class="splitr" />
+
+<p class="p4">Who saw him die?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the fly,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"With my little eye,</span><br />
+I saw him die."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i128c.jpg" alt="i128c" width="311" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p>Who caught his blood?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the fish,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"With my little dish,</span><br />
+I caught his blood."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p>
+
+<img src="images/i129a.jpg" alt="i129a" width="216" height="264" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">Who'll make his shroud?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the beetle,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"With my thread and needle,</span><br />
+I'll make his shroud."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i129b.jpg" alt="i129b" width="178" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p>Who'll bear the torch?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the linnet,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Will come in a minute,</span><br />
+I'll bear the torch."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i129c.jpg" alt="i129c" width="136" height="300" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">Who'll be the clerk?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the lark,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll say Amen in the dark,</span><br />
+I'll be the clerk."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p>
+
+<img src="images/i130a.jpg" alt="i130a" width="215" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p>Who'll dig his grave?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the owl,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"With my spade and shovel,</span><br />
+I'll dig his grave."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i130b.jpg" alt="i130b" width="199" height="300" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">Who'll be the parson?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the rook,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"With my little book,</span><br />
+I'll be the parson."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i130c.jpg" alt="i130c" width="191" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p>Who'll be chief mourner?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the dove,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I mourn for my love,</span><br />
+I'll be chief mourner."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i131a.jpg" alt="i131a" width="244" height="300" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">Who'll sing his dirge?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the thrush,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"As I sing in a bush,</span><br />
+I'll sing his dirge."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i131b.jpg" alt="i131b" width="196" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p>Who'll carry his coffin?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the kite,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If it be in the night,</span><br />
+I'll carry his coffin."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<img src="images/i131c.jpg" alt="i131c" width="230" height="300" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">Who'll toll the bell?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I," said the bull,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Because I can pull,</span><br />
+I'll toll the bell."</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="p4">All the birds of the air<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fell sighing and sobbing,</span><br />
+When they heard the bell toll<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For poor Cock Robin.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Diddle diddle dumpling</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i132.jpg" alt="i132" width="216" height="280" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>IDDLE</b> diddle dumpling, my son John,<br />
+Went to bed with his breeches on,<br />
+One stocking off, and one stocking on;<br />
+Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Pussy-cat, pussy-cat</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?<br />
+I've been up to London to look at the queen.<br />
+Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?<br />
+I frightened a little mouse under the chair.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 357px;">
+<img src="images/i133.jpg" width="357" height="600" alt="i133" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Pussy-cat Pussy-cat</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Billy, Billy, come and play</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i134.jpg" alt="i134" width="234" height="186" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m10"><b>ILLY</b>, Billy, come and play,<br />
+While the sun shines bright as day."<br />
+<br />
+"Yes, my Polly, so I will,<br />
+For I love to please you still."<br />
+<br />
+"Billy, Billy, have you seen,<br />
+Sam and Betsy on the green?"<br />
+<br />
+"Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,<br />
+Skipping o'er the new-mown grass."<br />
+<br />
+"Billy, Billy, come along,<br />
+And I will sing a pretty song."<br />
+<br />
+"O then, Polly, I'll make haste,<br />
+Not one moment will I waste,<br />
+<br />
+But will come and hear you sing,<br />
+And my fiddle I will bring."</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>I had a little hen</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i135a.jpg" alt="i135a" width="170" height="244" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p5 m6"><b>HAD</b> a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,<br />
+She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean;<br />
+She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,<br />
+She brought it home in less than an hour;<br />
+She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,<br />
+She sat by the fire and told me a fine tale.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Lady bird, lady bird</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i135b.jpg" alt="i135b" width="186" height="300" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,<br />
+Your house is on fire, your children have flown.<br />
+All but one, and her name is Ann,<br />
+And she has crept under the pudding-pan.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Hushy baby, my doll</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i136.jpg" alt="i136" width="150" height="272" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p5 m10"><b>USHY</b> baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,<br />
+And I'll give you some bread and some milk by-and-by;<br />
+Or, perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart,&mdash;<br />
+Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.<br />
+<br />
+But how, my dear baby, shall I make you eat<br />
+Of the bread, or the milk, or the custard, or meat?<br />
+For those pretty red lips seem shut up so fast,<br />
+I much fear they won't open to taste the repast.<br />
+<br />
+Ah! but then, my sweet child, you'll surely not cry,<br />
+Oh no, not one tear is there now in your eye;<br />
+Come kiss me, my dear, then, although you're but wood,<br />
+For I'm sure now you smile, and look very good.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Cock a doodle doo!</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i137a.jpg" alt="i137a" width="250" height="294" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>OCK</b> a doodle doo!<br />
+My dame has lost her shoe;<br />
+My master's lost his fiddling stick,<br />
+And don't know what to do.</p>
+<br />
+<img src="images/i137b.jpg" alt="i137b" width="400" height="302" class="splitr" />
+
+<p class="p2">Cock a doodle doo!<br />
+What is my dame to do?<br />
+Till master finds his fiddling stick,<br />
+She'll dance without her shoe.<br />
+<br />
+Cock a doodle doo!<br />
+My dame has lost her shoe,<br />
+And master's found his fiddling stick,<br />
+Sing doodle doodle doo!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
+
+<img src="images/i138.jpg" alt="i138" width="388" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p12">Cock a doodle doo!<br />
+My dame will dance with you.<br />
+While master fiddles his fiddling stick,<br />
+For dame and doodle doo.<br />
+<br />
+Cock a doodle doo!<br />
+Dame has lost her shoe;<br />
+Gone to bed and scratched her head,<br />
+And can't tell what to do.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There was an old woman</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was an old woman had three sons,<br />
+Jerry and James and John:<br />
+Jerry was hung, James was drowned,<br />
+John was lost, and never was found;<br />
+And there was an end of her three sons,<br />
+Jerry and James and John!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>When the wind is in the east</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 240px;">
+<img src="images/i139.jpg" width="240" height="300" alt="i139" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">When the wind is in the east,<br />
+'Tis neither good for man nor beast;<br />
+When the wind is in the north,<br />
+The skilful fisher goes not forth;<br />
+When the wind is in the south,<br />
+It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;<br />
+When the wind is in the west,<br />
+Then 'tis at the very best.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 373px;">
+<img src="images/i140.jpg" width="373" height="600" alt="&quot;When the wind is in the east&quot;" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;When the wind is in the east&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Where should a baby rest?</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i141_0.jpg" alt="s_i141_0" width="222" height="33" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i141_1.jpg" alt="s_i141_1" width="222" height="74" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i141_2.jpg" alt="s_i141_2" width="58" height="269" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p7 m10"><b>HERE</b> should a baby rest?<br />
+Where but on its mother's arm&mdash;<br />
+Where can a baby lie<br />
+Half so safe from every harm?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lulla, lulla, lullaby,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Softly sleep, my baby;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lulla, lulla, lullaby,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soft, soft, my baby.</span><br />
+<br />
+Nestle there, my lovely one!<br />
+Press to mine thy velvet cheek;<br />
+Sweetly coo, and smile, and look,<br />
+All the love thou canst not speak,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lulla, lulla, lullaby,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Softly sleep, my baby;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lulla, lulla, lullaby,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soft, soft, my baby.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Let us go to the woods</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i142.jpg" alt="i142" width="224" height="190" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m12"><b>ET</b> us go to the woods," says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"Let us go to the woods," says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"Let us go to the woods," says John all alone,<br />
+"Let us go to the woods," says every one.<br />
+<br />
+"What to do there?" says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"What to do there?" says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"What to do there?" says John all alone,<br />
+"What to do there?" says every one.<br />
+<br />
+"We will shoot a wren," says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"We will shoot a wren," says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"We will shoot a wren," says John all alone,<br />
+"We will shoot a wren," says every one.<br />
+<br />
+"Then pounce, pounce," says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"Then pounce, pounce," says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"Then pounce, pounce," says John all alone,<br />
+"Then pounce, pounce," says every one.<br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span>
+
+"She is dead, she is dead," says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"She is dead, she is dead," says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"She is dead, she is dead," says John all alone,<br />
+"She is dead, she is dead," says every one.<br />
+<br />
+"How shall we get her home?" says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"How shall we get her home?" says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"How shall we get her home?" says John all alone,<br />
+"How shall we get her home?" says every one.<br />
+<br />
+"In a cart with six horses," says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"In a cart with six horses," says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"In a cart with six horses," says John all alone.<br />
+"In a cart with six horses," says every one.<br />
+<br />
+"How shall we get her dressed?" says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"How shall we get her dressed?" says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"How shall we get her dressed?" says John all alone,<br />
+"How shall we get her dressed?" says every one.<br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span>
+
+"We will hire seven cooks," says Richard to Robin,<br />
+"We will hire seven cooks," says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"We will hire seven cooks," says John all alone,<br />
+"We will hire seven cooks," says every one.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Hickory, Dickory, Dock</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i143.jpg" alt="i143" width="176" height="300" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>ICKORY</b>, Dickory, Dock,<br />
+The mouse ran up the clock,<br />
+The clock struck one,<br />
+The mouse ran down,<br />
+Hickory, Dickory, Dock.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>A Frog he would a-wooing go</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">A Frog he would a-wooing go,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+Whether his mother would let him or no.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i144.jpg" width="400" height="357" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">So off he set with his opera hat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+And on the road he met with a rat.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 238px;">
+<img src="images/i145.jpg" width="238" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+"Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+<br />
+When they reached the door of Mousey's hall,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span>
+
+"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+"Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+<br />
+"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+<br />
+"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+But let it be something that's not very long."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>
+
+"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied Mr. Frog,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+"A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+<br />
+"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>
+
+But while they were all a merry-making,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 311px;">
+<img src="images/i146.jpg" width="311" height="400" alt="i146" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">The cat she seized the rat by the crown;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>
+
+This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+He took up his hat, and he wished them good-night.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span></p>
+
+<img src="images/i147.jpg" width="229" height="400" alt="" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>
+
+So there was an end of one, two, and three,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>When I was a bachelor</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">When I was a bachelor I lived by myself,<br />
+And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf,<br />
+The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,<br />
+That I went to London, to get myself a wife.<br />
+<br />
+The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,<br />
+I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow,<br />
+The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,<br />
+Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Goosey, goosey, gander</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Goosey, goosey, gander,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whither shall I wander?</span><br />
+Upstairs and downstairs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in my lady's chamber;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 409px;">
+<img src="images/i148.jpg" width="409" height="400" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">There I met an old man<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That would not say his prayers;</span><br />
+I took him by the left leg,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And threw him downstairs.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Robin the Bobbin</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Robin the Bobbin, the big bouncing Ben,<br />
+He ate more meat than fourscore men;<br />
+He ate a cow, he ate a calf,<br />
+He ate a butcher and a half;<br />
+He ate a church, he ate a steeple,<br />
+He ate the priest and all the people!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Rock-a-bye, baby</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;<br />
+Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;<br />
+And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;<br />
+And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 228px;">
+<img src="images/i149.jpg" width="228" height="312" alt="i149" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>
+
+<p><b><i>Tom, Tom, the piper's son</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i150_0.jpg" alt="s_i150_0" width="224" height="37" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i150_1.jpg" alt="s_i150_1" width="224" height="90" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i150_2.jpg" alt="s_i150_2" width="59" height="255" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p7 m10"><b>OM</b>, Tom, the piper's son,<br />
+He learned to play when he was young,<br />
+But all the tunes that he could play,<br />
+Was "Over the hills and far away."<br />
+Over the hills, and a great way off,<br />
+And the wind will blow my top-knot off.<br />
+<br />
+Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,<br />
+That he pleased both the girls and boys,<br />
+And they stopped to hear him play,<br />
+"Over the hills and far away."<br />
+<br />
+<br />Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,<br />
+That those who heard him could never keep still;<br />
+Whenever they heard they began for to dance,<br />
+Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i151.jpg" width="600" height="439" alt="i151" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Those that heard him could never keep still.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="p7">As Dolly was milking the cow one day,<br />
+Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;<br />
+So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"<br />
+Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.<br />
+<br />
+He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,<br />
+He used his pipe, and she used her legs;<br />
+She danced about till the eggs were all broke,<br />
+She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.<br />
+<br />
+He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,<br />
+Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>
+He took out his pipe and played them a tune,<br />
+And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>A pie sate on a pear-tree</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i152.jpg" alt="i152" width="122" height="208" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4 m8"><b>PIE</b> sate on a pear-tree,<br />
+A pie sate on a pear-tree,<br />
+A pie sate on a pear-tree,<br />
+Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!<br />
+Once so merrily hopped she,<br />
+Twice so merrily hopped she,<br />
+Thrice so merrily hopped she,<br />
+Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!<br />
+Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare;<br />
+But let the little colt go bare.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Doctor Faustus was a good man</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Doctor Faustus was a good man,<br />
+He whipped his scholars now and then;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i153.jpg" width="600" height="372" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">When he whipped them he made them dance,<br />
+Out of Scotland into France,<br />
+Out of France into Spain,<br />
+And then he whipped them back again!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Sing! sing! What shall I sing?<br />
+The cat's run away with the pudding string.</p>
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The fox and his wife</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i154.jpg" alt="i154" width="256" height="216" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p7 m16"><b>HE</b> fox and his wife they had a great strife,<br />
+They never ate mustard in all their whole life;<br />
+They ate their meat without fork or knife,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!</span><br />
+<br />
+The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;<br />
+The stars they were shining, and all things bright;<br />
+Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For me to go through the town, e-ho!</span><br />
+<br />
+The fox when he came to yonder stile,<br />
+He lifted his lugs and he listened awhile!<br />
+Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!</span><br />
+<br />
+The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,<br />
+Who should he see but the farmer's drake;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span>
+I love you well for your master's sake,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!</span><br />
+<br />
+The grey goose she ran round the haystack,<br />
+Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;<br />
+You'll grease my beard and ride on my back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!</span><br />
+<br />
+Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,<br />
+She opened the casement, and popped out her head;<br />
+Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is dead,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the fox is gone through the town, oh!</span><br />
+<br />
+Then the old man got up in his red cap,<br />
+And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>
+But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ran through the town, the town, oh!</span><br />
+<br />
+When he got to the top of the hill,<br />
+He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,<br />
+For joy that he was safe<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through the town, oh!</span><br />
+<br />
+When the fox came back to his den,<br />
+He had young ones both nine and ten,<br />
+"You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,<br />
+If you bring us such nice meat<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the town, oh!"</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">They that wash on Friday, wash in need;<br />
+And they that wash on Saturday, oh! they're sluts indeed.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Robert Barnes, fellow fine</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i155a.jpg" alt="i155a" width="122" height="192" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m20"><b>OBERT BARNES</b>, fellow fine,<br />
+Can you shoe this horse of mine?"<br />
+"Yes, good Sir, that I can,<br />
+As well as any other man;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i155b.jpg" width="500" height="505" alt="i155b" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">There's a nail, and there's a prod,<br />
+And now, good Sir, your horse is shod."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Twinkle, twinkle, little star</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i156a.jpg" alt="i156a" width="226" height="366" class="split" />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>WINKLE</b>, twinkle, little star,<br />
+How I wonder what you are,</p>
+<img src="images/i156b.jpg" width="550" height="618" alt="156b" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<p class="p4">Up above the world so high,<br />
+Like a diamond in the sky.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>
+<br />
+When the blazing sun is gone,<br />
+When he nothing shines upon,<br />
+Then you show your little light,<br />
+Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.<br />
+<br />
+Then the traveller in the dark<br />
+Thanks you for your tiny spark:<br />
+How could he see where to go,<br />
+If you did not twinkle so?<br />
+<br />
+In the dark blue sky you keep,<br />
+Often through my curtains peep,<br />
+For you never shut your eye,<br />
+Till the sun is in the sky.<br />
+<br />
+As your bright and tiny spark<br />
+Lights the traveller in the dark,<br />
+Though I know not what you are,<br />
+Twinkle, twinkle, little star.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>On Christmas eve I turned the spit</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i157.jpg" alt="i157" width="198" height="168" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m30"><b>N</b> Christmas eve I turned the spit,<br />
+I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;<br />
+The cock sparrow flew over the table,<br />
+The pot began to play with the ladle;<br />
+The ladle stood up like a naked man,<br />
+And vowed he'd fight the frying-pan;<br />
+The frying-pan behind the door<br />
+Said he never saw the like before;<br />
+And the kitchen clock I was going to wind,<br />
+Said he never saw the like behind.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Multiplication is vexation</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Multiplication is vexation,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Division is just as bad;</span><br />
+The Rule of Three perplexes me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Practice drives me mad.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Elizabeth</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess,
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i158a.jpg" width="550" height="308" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Went over the water to rob a bird's nest,<br />
+They found a nest with five eggs in it,<br />
+They each took one, and left four in it.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Jack be Nimble</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i158b.jpg" alt="i158b" width="252" height="222" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m16"><b>ACK</b> be nimble<br />
+Jack be quick,<br />
+Jack jump over the candlestick.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Good people all, of every sort</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i159.jpg" alt="i159" width="237" height="350" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m6"><b>OOD</b> people all, of every sort,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Give ear unto my song:</span><br />
+And if you find it wondrous short,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It cannot hold you long.</span><br />
+<br />
+In Islington there was a man,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of whom the world might say,</span><br />
+That still a Godly race he ran,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whene'er he went to pray.</span><br />
+<br />
+A kind and gentle heart he had,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To comfort friends and foes;</span><br />
+The naked every day he clad,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he put on his clothes.</span><br />
+<br />
+And in that town a dog was found:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As many dogs there be&mdash;</span><br />
+Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And curs of low degree.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>
+This dog and man at first were friends,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, when a pique began,</span><br />
+The dog, to gain some private ends,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went mad, and bit the man.</span><br />
+<br />
+Around from all the neighbouring streets<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wondering neighbours ran;</span><br />
+And swore the dog had lost his wits,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To bite so good a man.</span><br />
+<br />
+The wound it seemed both sore and sad<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To every Christian eye;</span><br />
+And while they swore the dog was mad,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They swore the man would die.</span><br />
+<br />
+But soon a wonder came to light,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That showed the rogues they lied&mdash;</span><br />
+The man recovered of the bite;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dog it was that died.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was an old woman</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,<br />
+She had so many children she didn't know what to do;<br />
+She gave them some broth without any bread,<br />
+She whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i161.jpg" width="600" height="456" alt="i161" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;She whipped them all round.&quot;</p>
+
+<p><b><i>Monday's bairn</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i160.jpg" alt="i160" width="146" height="236" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4 m10"><b>ONDAY's</b> bairn is fair of face,<br />
+Tuesday's bairn is full of grace,<br />
+Wednesday's bairn is full of woe,<br />
+Thursday's bairn has far to go,<br />
+Friday's bairn is loving and giving,<br />
+Saturday's bairn works hard for its living,<br />
+But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day<br />
+Is bonny and blythe and good and gay.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p>
+<p><b><i>Punch and Judy</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i162a.jpg" width="316" height="316" alt="i162a" class="splitr" />
+
+<p class="p4">Punch and Judy<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fought for a pie,</span><br />
+Punch gave Judy<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A knock in the eye.</span><br />
+
+Says Punch to Judy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Will you have any more?"</span><br />
+Says Judy to Punch,<br />
+
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My eyes are too sore."</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>I will sing you a song</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i162b_0.jpg" alt="s_i162b_0" width="266" height="67" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i162b_1.jpg" alt="s_i162b_1" width="266" height="116" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i162b_2.jpg" alt="s_i162b_2" width="66" height="123" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p8 m8"><b>WILL</b> sing you a song,<br />
+Though 'tis not very long,<br />
+Of the woodcock and the sparrow,<br />
+Of the little dog that burned his tail,<br />
+And he shall be whipped to-morrow.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The little clock</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i163a.jpg" alt="i163a" width="226" height="364" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6">HERE'S a neat little clock,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the schoolroom it stands,</span><br />
+And it points to the time<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With its two little hands</span><br />
+
+And may we, like the clock,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Keep a face clean and bright,</span><br />
+With hands ever ready<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To do what is right.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Cross patch, draw the latch</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i163b_0.jpg" alt="s_i163b_0" width="216" height="59" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i163b_1.jpg" alt="s_i163b_1" width="216" height="161" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p6 m20"><b>ROSS</b> patch,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Draw the latch,</span><br />
+And sit by the fire and spin;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take a cup,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drink it up,</span><br />
+Then call your neighbours in.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was a lady loved a swine</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i164.jpg" width="600" height="640" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a lady loved a swine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Honey, quoth she,</span><br />
+Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grunt, quoth he.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>
+I'll build thee a silver stye<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Honey, quoth she;</span><br />
+And in it thou shalt lie;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grunt, quoth he.</span><br />
+<br />
+Pinned with a silver pin,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Honey, quoth she,</span><br />
+That you may go out and in;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grunt, quoth he.</span><br />
+<br />
+Wilt thou now have me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Honey, quoth she;</span><br />
+Grunt, grunt, grunt, quoth he,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And went his way.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Robin-a-Bobbin</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Robin-a-Bobbin<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bent his bow,</span><br />
+Shot at a pigeon,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And killed a crow.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>In marble walls</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i165a.jpg" alt="i165a" width="234" height="284" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m20"><b>N</b> marble walls as white as milk,<br />
+Lined with a skin as soft as silk;<br />
+Within a fountain crystal clear,<br />
+A golden apple doth appear.<br />
+No doors there are to this stronghold,<br />
+Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 436px;">
+<img src="images/i165b.jpg" width="436" height="432" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>If all the world were water</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">If all the world were water,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the sea were ink,</span><br />
+What should we do for bread and cheese?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What should we do for drink?</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i><span class="smcap">God</span> bless the master of this house</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">GOD bless the master of this house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mistress bless also,</span><br />
+And all the little children<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That round the table go;</span><br />
+And all your kin and kinsmen,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That dwell both far and near:</span><br />
+I wish you a merry Christmas,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a happy new year.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Birds, beasts, and fishes</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i166.jpg" alt="i166" width="220" height="364" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m6"><b>HE</b> Dog will come when he is called<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Cat will walk away;</span><br />
+The Monkey's cheek is very bald;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Goat is fond of play.</span><br />
+The Parrot is a prate-apace,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet knows not what he says:</span><br />
+The noble Horse will win the race,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or draw you in a chaise.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span>
+The Pig is not a feeder nice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Squirrel loves a nut,</span><br />
+The Wolf would eat you in a trice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Buzzard's eyes are shut.</span><br />
+The Lark sings high up in the air,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Linnet in the tree;</span><br />
+The Swan he has a bosom fair,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And who so proud as he?</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, yes, the Peacock is more proud,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because his tail has eyes;</span><br />
+The Lion roars so very loud,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He'd fill you with surprise.</span><br />
+The Raven's coat is shining black,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or, rather, raven-grey:</span><br />
+The Camel's bunch is on his back,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Owl abhors the day.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span>
+The Sparrow steals the cherry ripe.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Elephant is wise,</span><br />
+The Blackbird charms you with his pipe,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The false Hyena cries.</span><br />
+The Hen guards well her little chicks,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Cow&mdash;her hoof is slit:</span><br />
+The Beaver builds with mud and sticks,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lapwing cries "Peewit."</span><br />
+<br />
+The little Wren is very small,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Humming-bird is less;</span><br />
+The Lady-bird is least of all,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And beautiful in dress.</span><br />
+The Pelican she loves her young,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Stork its parent loves;</span><br />
+The Woodcock's bill is very long,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And innocent are Doves.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span>
+The streaked Tiger's fond of blood,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Pigeon feeds on peas,</span><br />
+The Duck will gobble in the mud,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Mice will eat your cheese.</span><br />
+A Lobster's black, when boiled he's red,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The harmless Lamb must bleed;</span><br />
+The Cod-fish has a clumsy head,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Goose on grass will feed.</span><br />
+<br />
+The lady in her gown of silk,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little Worm may thank;</span><br />
+The sick man drinks the Ass's milk,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Weasel's long and lank.</span><br />
+The Buck gives us a venison dish,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When hunted for the spoil:</span><br />
+The Shark eats up the little fish,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Whale produces oil.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>
+The Glow-worm shines the darkest night,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Lantern in his tail;</span><br />
+The Turtle is the cit's delight,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wears a coat of mail.</span><br />
+In Germany they hunt the Boar,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Bee brings honey home,</span><br />
+The Ant lays up a winter store,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Bear loves honey-comb.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Eagle has a crooked beak,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Plaice has orange spots;</span><br />
+The Starling, if he's taught, will speak;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Ostrich walks and trots.</span><br />
+The child that does not these things know,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Might well be called a dunce;</span><br />
+But I in knowledge quick will grow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For youth can come but once.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Snail, Snail</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Snail, Snail, come out of your hole,<br />
+Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i167.jpg" width="550" height="426" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Snail, Snail, put out your horns,<br />
+Here comes a thief to pull down your walls.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>As I was going to sell my eggs</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">As I was going to sell my eggs<br />
+I met a man with bandy legs;<br />
+Bandy legs and crooked toes,<br />
+I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br />
+<br />
+A raven cried "Croak!" and they all tumbled down,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br />
+<br />
+The mischievous raven flew laughing away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 5.5em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>My little brother</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">I love you well, my little brother,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you are fond of me;</span><br />
+Let us be kind to one another,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As brothers ought to be.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i168.jpg" width="550" height="422" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">You shall learn to play with me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And learn to use my toys;</span><br />
+And then I think that we shall be<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two happy little boys.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was an old woman lived under a hill</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i169_0.jpg" alt="s_i169_0" width="224" height="41" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i169_1.jpg" alt="s_i169_1" width="224" height="86" class="split" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i169_2.jpg" alt="s_i169_2" width="54" height="241" class="split" />
+
+<p class="p7 m6"><b>HERE</b> was an old woman lived under a hill,<br />
+She put a mouse in a bag and sent it to the mill;<br />
+The miller did swear by the point of his knife,<br />
+He never took toll of a mouse in his life.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>When I was a little boy</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">When I was a little boy,<br />
+I washed my mammy's dishes,<br />
+I put my finger in my eye,<br />
+And pulled out golden fishes.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Hickety, pickety</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Hickety, pickety, my black hen,<br />
+She lays eggs for gentlemen;<br />
+Gentlemen come every day<br />
+To see what my black hen doth lay.<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i170.jpg" width="600" height="502" alt="&quot;... My black hen, Lays eggs for gentlemen.&quot;" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;... My black hen, Lays eggs for gentlemen.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p><p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>I had a little husband</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i171.jpg" width="550" height="581" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">I had a little husband,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No bigger than my thumb;</span><br />
+I put him in a pint pot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there I bid him drum.</span><br />
+<br />
+I bought a little horse,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That galloped up and down;</span><br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span>
+I bridled him, and saddled him,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sent him out of town.</span><br />
+<br />
+I gave him some garters,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To garter up his hose,</span><br />
+And a little handkerchief,</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 288px;">
+<img src="images/i172.jpg" width="288" height="328" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wipe his pretty nose.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Wash me and comb me</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Wash me and comb me,<br />
+And lay me down softly,<br />
+And lay me on a bank to dry,<br />
+That I may look pretty<br />
+When somebody comes by.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Come take up your hats, and away let us haste</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/s_i163b_0.jpg" alt="s_i163b_0" width="216" height="59" class="splitfull" />
+
+<img src="images/s_i163b_1.jpg" alt="s_i163b_1" width="216" height="161" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m20"><b>OME</b> take up your hats, and away let us haste,<br />
+To the Butterfly's Ball, and the Grasshopper's Feast.<br />
+The trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summoned the crew,<br />
+And the revels are now only waiting for you.<br />
+<br />
+On the smooth shaven grass, by the side of a wood,<br />
+Beneath a broad oak which for ages had stood,<br />
+See the children of earth, and the tenants of air,<br />
+To an evening's amusement together repair.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span>
+<br />
+And there came the Beetle so blind and so black,<br />
+Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back.<br />
+And there came the Gnat and the Dragonfly too,<br />
+With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.<br />
+<br />
+And there came the Moth, with her plumage of down,<br />
+And the Hornet with jacket of yellow and brown;<br />
+And with him the Wasp, his companion, did bring,<br />
+But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span>
+<br />
+Then the sly little Dormouse peeped out of his hole,<br />
+And led to the Feast his blind cousin the Mole:<br />
+And the Snail, with her horns peeping out of her shell,<br />
+Came, fatigued with the distance, the length of an ell.<br />
+<br />
+A mushroom the table, and on it was spread<br />
+A water-dock leaf, which their table-cloth made.<br />
+The viands were various, to each of their taste,<br />
+And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten the feast.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span>
+<br />
+With steps most majestic the Snail did advance,<br />
+And he promised the gazers a minuet to dance;<br />
+But they all laughed so loud that he drew in his head,<br />
+And went in his own little chamber to bed.<br />
+<br />
+Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night,<br />
+Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with his light.<br />
+So home let us hasten, while yet we can see,<br />
+For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>I had a little pony</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">I had a little pony,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They called him Dapple Grey,</span><br />
+I lent him to a lady,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To ride a mile away.</span><br />
+<br />
+She whipped him, she lashed him,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She drove him through the mire,</span><br />
+I wadna gie my pony yet<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all the lady's hire.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty,<br />
+The cat run up the plum-tree,<br />
+Half-a-crown<br />
+To fetch her down,<br />
+Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>See, Saw, Margery Daw</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i174a.jpg" alt="i174a" width="290" height="232" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="m20"><b>EE</b>, Saw, Margery Daw,<br />
+Sold her bed and lay upon straw;<br />
+Was not she a dirty slut,<br />
+To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i174b.jpg" width="550" height="430" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Great A, little a, Bouncing B,<br />
+The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There was a jovial beggar</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i175.jpg" alt="i175" width="196" height="204" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m30"><b>HERE</b> was a jovial beggar,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He had a wooden leg,</span><br />
+Lame from his cradle,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And forced for to beg.</span><br />
+And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;<br />
+And a-begging we will go!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A bag for his oatmeal,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Another for his salt;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a pair of crutches,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To show that he can halt.</span><br />
+And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;<br />
+And a-begging we will go!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A bag for his wheat,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Another for his rye;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A little bottle by his side</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To drink when he's a-dry.</span><br />
+And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;<br />
+And a-begging we will go!<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span>
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seven years I begged</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For my old Master Wild,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He taught me to beg</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I was but a child.</span><br />
+And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;<br />
+And a-begging we will go!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I begged for my master,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And got him store of pelf;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now, Jove be praised!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'm begging for myself.</span><br />
+And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;<br />
+And a-begging we will go!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a hollow tree</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I live, and pay no rent;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Providence provides for me,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And I am well content.</span><br />
+And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;<br />
+And a-begging we will go!<br />
+
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span>
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of all the occupations,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A beggar's life's the best;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For whene'er he's weary,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He'll lay him down and rest.</span><br />
+And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go,<br />
+And a-begging we will go!<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I fear no plots against me,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I live in open cell;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then who would be a king,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When beggars live so well?</span><br />
+And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;<br />
+And a-begging we will go!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Now what do you think</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Now what do you think<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of little Jack Jingle?</span><br />
+Before he was married<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He used to live single.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Bobby Shaftoe</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,<br />
+Silver buckles on his knee;<br />
+He'll come back and marry me,<br />
+Bonny Bobby Shaftoe!<br />
+Bobby Shaftoe's young and fair,<br />
+Combing down his yellow hair,<br />
+He's my love for evermore,<br />
+Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>For want of a nail</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,<br />
+For want of the shoe, the horse was lost,<br />
+For want of the horse, the rider was lost,<br />
+For want of the rider, the battle was lost,<br />
+For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,<br />
+And all from the want of a horseshoe nail!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Rub-a-dub-dub</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i176.jpg" alt="i176" width="136" height="194" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p5 m30"><b>UB-A-DUB-DUB</b><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three men in a tub,</span><br />
+And who do you think they be?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The butcher, the baker,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The candlestick-maker;</span><br />
+Turn 'em out, knaves all three!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,<br />
+Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;<br />
+A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
+And down at one gulp house and old woman went.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Jacky, come give me thy fiddle</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i177.jpg" alt="i177" width="226" height="380" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m12"><b>ACKY</b>, come give me thy fiddle,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If ever thou mean to thrive.</span><br />
+Nay; I'll not give my fiddle<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To any man alive.</span><br />
+<br />
+If I should give my fiddle,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They'll think that I'm gone mad;</span><br />
+For many a joyful day<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My fiddle and I have had.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Young Lambs to sell</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Young Lambs to sell!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Young Lambs to sell!</span><br />
+If I'd as much money as I can tell,
+I never would cry&mdash;Young Lambs to sell!</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 393px;">
+<img src="images/i178.jpg" width="393" height="600" alt="i178" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;Young Lambs To Sell&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p><p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Johnny Pringle had a little pig</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Johnny Pringle had a little pig,<br />
+It was very little, so not very big:<br />
+As it was playing on a dunghill,<br />
+In a moment poor piggy was killed.<br />
+So Johnny Pringle, he sat down and cried,<br />
+Betsy Pringle, she lay down and died.<br />
+There is the history of one, two, and three,<br />
+Johnny Pringle, Betsy Pringle, and little Piggy.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>Yet didn't you see</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,<br />
+What naughty tricks they put upon me:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They broke my pitcher,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And spilt my water,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And huffed my mother,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And chid her daughter,</span><br />
+And kissed my sister instead of me.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Hot-cross Buns!</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hot-cross Buns!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hot-cross Buns!</span><br />
+One a penny, two a penny<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hot-cross Buns!</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i179.jpg" width="500" height="433" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hot-cross Buns!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hot-cross Buns!</span><br />
+If ye have no daughters,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Give them to your sons.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Jack Jingle</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Jack Jingle went 'prentice<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make a horseshoe,</span><br />
+He wasted the iron<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till it would not do.</span><br />
+His master came in,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And began for to rail;</span><br />
+Says Jack, "The shoe's spoiled,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'twill still make a nail."</span><br />
+<br />
+He tried at the nail,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, chancing to miss,</span><br />
+Says, "If it won't make a nail,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It shall yet make a hiss."</span><br />
+Then into the water<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Threw the hot iron, smack.</span><br />
+"Hiss!" quoth the iron;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I thought so," says Jack.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Hey ding-a-ding</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Hey ding-a-ding,<br />
+I heard a bird sing,<br />
+The parliament soldiers<br />
+Are gone to the king.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i180.jpg" width="550" height="339" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Willy boy, where are you going?</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I will go with you, if that I may.</span><br />
+I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm going to help them make the hay.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Little Nancy Etticoat</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Little Nancy Etticoat,<br />
+In a white petticoat,<br />
+And a red nose;<br />
+The longer she stands,<br />
+The shorter she grows.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 196px;">
+<img src="images/i181.jpg" width="196" height="292" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>He that would thrive</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">He that would thrive,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Must rise at five;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He that hath thriven,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">May lie till seven;</span><br />
+And he that by the plough would thrive,<br />
+Himself must either hold or drive.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>I had a little nut tree</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i182.jpg" alt="i182" width="276" height="292" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m10"><b>HAD</b> a little nut tree, nothing would it bear<br />
+But a silver apple and a golden pear;<br />
+The King of Spain's daughter came to see me,<br />
+And all for the sake of my little nut tree.<br />
+I skipped over water, I danced over sea,<br />
+And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.</p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>An apple pie</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">An apple pie, when it looks nice,<br />
+Would make one long to have a slice,<br />
+But if the taste should prove so, too,<br />
+I fear one slice would scarcely do.<br />
+So to prevent my asking twice,<br />
+Pray, mamma, cut a good large slice.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/i183.jpg" width="414" height="600" alt="i183" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">I Had a Little Nut Tree</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span></p><p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>I saw three ships come sailing by</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">I saw three ships come sailing by,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sailing by, sailing by,</span><br />
+I saw three ships come sailing by,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On New-Year's Day in the morning.</span><br />
+<br />
+And what do you think was in them then,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In them then, in them then?</span><br />
+And what do you think was in them then,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On New-Year's Day in the morning.</span><br />
+<br />
+Three pretty girls were in them then,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In them then, in them then,</span><br />
+Three pretty girls were in them then,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On New-Year's Day in the morning.</span><br />
+<br />
+And one could whistle, and one could sing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And one could play on the violin,</span><br />
+Such joy there was at my wedding,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On New-Year's Day in the morning.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Oh, who is so merry</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!<br />
+As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He dances and sings</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the sound of his wings,</span><br />
+With a hey and a heigh and a ho!<br />
+<br />
+Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho!<br />
+As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His nectar he sips</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From a primrose's lips,</span><br />
+With a hey and a heigh and a ho!<br />
+<br />
+Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!<br />
+As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His night is the noon</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And his sun is the moon,</span><br />
+With a hey and a heigh and a ho!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>One, two, three, four, five</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i184a.jpg" alt="i184a" width="180" height="162" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="p6 m12"><b>NE</b>, two, three, four, five,<br />
+I have caught a fish alive;<br />
+Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,<br />
+I have let it go again.<br />
+<br />
+Why did you let it go?<br />
+Because it bit my finger so.<br />
+Which finger did it bite?<br />
+The little one on the right.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>Little Polly Flinders</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i184b.jpg" width="390" height="408" alt="" class="splitr" />
+
+<p class="p4">Little Polly Flinders<br />
+Sat among the cinders,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Warming her pretty little toes!</span><br />
+Her mother came and caught her,
+And whipped her little daughter,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For spoiling her nice new clothes.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>A curious discourse</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">A curious discourse about an Apple-pie, that
+passed between the Twenty-five Letters
+at Dinner-time.<br />
+<br />
+Says A, Give me a good large slice.<br />
+Says B, A little Bit, but nice.<br />
+Says C, Cut me a piece of Crust.<br />
+Says D, It is as Dry as Dust.<br />
+Says E, I'll Eat now, fast who will.<br />
+Says F, I vow I'll have my Fill.<br />
+Says G, Give it to me Good and Great.<br />
+Says H, A little bit I Hate.<br />
+Says I, I love the Juice the best.<br />
+And K the very same confessed.<br />
+Says L, There's nothing more I Love.<br />
+Says M, It makes your teeth to Move.<br />
+N Noticed what the others said.<br />
+O Others' plates with grief surveyed.<br />
+P Praised the cook up to the life.<br />
+Q Quarrelled 'cause he'd a bad knife.<br />
+Says R, It Runs short, I'm afraid.<br />
+S Silent sat, and nothing said.<br />
+T thought that Talking might lose time.<br />
+U Understood it at meals a crime.<br />
+W Wished there had been a quince in.<br />
+Says X, Those cooks there's no convincing.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span>
+Says Y, I'll eat, let others wish.<br />
+Z sat as mute as any fish.<br />
+While ampersand, he licked the dish.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The man in the moon</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i185.jpg" width="500" height="433" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p6"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The man in the moon</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came tumbling down,</span><br />
+And asked his way to Norwich;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He went by the south,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And burnt his mouth,</span><br />
+With supping cold pease-porridge.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>There were three jovial Welshmen</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There were three jovial Welshmen,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I have heard them say,</span><br />
+And they would go a-hunting<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon St. David's day.</span><br />
+<br />
+All the day they hunted,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nothing could they find;</span><br />
+But a ship a-sailing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-sailing with the wind.</span><br />
+<br />
+One said it was a ship.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other he said "Nay;"</span><br />
+The third said it was a house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the chimney blown away.</span><br />
+<br />
+And all the night they hunted,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nothing could they find,</span><br />
+But the moon a-gliding,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-gliding with the wind.</span><br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span>
+<br />
+One said it was the moon,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other he said "Nay;"</span><br />
+The third said it was a cheese,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And half o' it cut away.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The Hart he loves the high wood</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">The Hart he loves the high wood,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Hare she loves the hill,</span><br />
+The Knight he loves his bright sword,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lady&mdash;loves her will.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>I had a little moppet</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I had a little moppet,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I kept it in my pocket,</span><br />
+And fed it with corn and hay,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There came a proud beggar</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who swore he would have her,</span><br />
+And stole little moppet away.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Wee Willie Winkie</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,<br />
+Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,<br />
+Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,<br />
+"Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?"</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There was a little woman</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a little woman, as I've been told,<br />
+Who was not very young, nor yet very old,<br />
+Now this little woman her living got,<br />
+By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Around the green gravel</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Around the green gravel the grass grows green,<br />
+And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;<br />
+Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,<br />
+And write their names with a pen and ink.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Buttons a farthing a pair</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Buttons a farthing a pair,<br />
+Come, who will buy them of me?<br />
+They're round and sound and pretty,<br />
+And fit for the girls of the city.<br />
+Come, who will buy them of me,<br />
+Buttons a farthing a pair?</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>As little Jenny Wren</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">As little Jenny Wren<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was sitting by the shed,</span><br />
+She waggled with her tail,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nodded with her head.</span><br />
+She waggled with her tail,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nodded with her head,</span><br />
+As little Jenny Wren<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was sitting by the shed.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Three blind mice</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Three blind mice, see how they run!<br />
+They all ran after the farmer's wife,</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 437px;">
+<img src="images/i186.jpg" width="437" height="550" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife,<br />
+Did you ever see such a thing in your life?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">As three blind mice.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The north wind doth blow</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i187.jpg" width="600" height="323" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The north wind doth blow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we shall have snow,</span><br />
+And what will poor Robin do then?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Poor thing!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He'll sit in a barn,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And to keep himself warm,</span><br />
+Will hide his head under his wing.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Poor thing!</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Bless you, burny-bee</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Bless you, bless you, burny-bee:<br />
+Say when will your wedding be?<br />
+If it be to-morrow day,<br />
+Take your wings and fly away.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The rose is red</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">The rose is red, the violet blue,<br />
+The gilly-flower sweet, and so are you<br />
+These are the words you bade me say<br />
+For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Simple Simon met a pieman</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Simple Simon met a pieman<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Going to the fair;</span><br />
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Let me taste your ware."</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 389px;">
+<img src="images/i188.jpg" width="389" height="600" alt="i188" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Simple Simon</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Says the pieman to Simple Simon,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Show me first your penny."</span><br />
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Indeed, I have not any."</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<img src="images/i189.jpg" width="185" height="400" alt="" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p4">Simple Simon went a-fishing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to catch a whale;</span><br />
+All the water he had got<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was in his mother's pail.</span></p>
+
+<br clear="all" />
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Yankee Doodle</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Yankee Doodle went to town,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a little pony;</span><br />
+He stuck a feather in his hat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And called it Macaroni.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i190.jpg" width="550" height="527" alt="i190" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee</p>
+
+<p class="p8">Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Resolved to have a battle,</span><br />
+For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had spoiled his nice new rattle.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span>
+Just then flew by a monstrous crow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As big as a tar barrel,</span><br />
+Which frightened both the heroes so,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They quite forgot their quarrel.</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i191.jpg" width="550" height="314" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Here's Sulky Sue</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Here's Sulky Sue,<br />
+What shall we do?<br />
+Turn her face to the wall<br />
+Till she comes to.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Jack Sprat had a cat</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jack Sprat</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had a cat,</span><br />
+It had but one ear;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It went to buy butter,</span><br />
+When butter was dear.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>A long-tailed pig</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i192a.jpg" alt="i192a" width="132" height="202" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>LONG-TAILED</b> pig, and a short-tailed pig,<br />
+Or a pig without e'er a tail,<br />
+A sow pig, or a boar pig,<br />
+Or a pig with a curly tail.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 186px;">
+<img src="images/i192b.jpg" width="186" height="306" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 511px;">
+<img src="images/i193.jpg" width="511" height="600" alt="i193" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">As I was going up Pippen Hill.</p>
+
+<p class="p8">As  I was going up Pippen Hill<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pippen Hill was dirty;</span><br />
+There I met a pretty miss,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she dropped me a curtsey.</span><br />
+<br />
+Little miss, pretty miss,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blessings light upon you!</span><br />
+If I had half-a-crown a day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'd spend it all on you.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Lavender blue and rosemary green</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Lavender blue and rosemary green,<br />
+When I am king you shall be queen;<br />
+Call up my maids at four o'clock,<br />
+Some to the wheel and some to the rock,<br />
+Some to make hay and some to shear corn,<br />
+And you and I will keep ourselves warm.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Hey, my kitten, my kitten</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Hey, my kitten, my kitten,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hey, my kitten, my deary!</span><br />
+Such a sweet pet as this<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was neither far nor neary.</span><br />
+Here we go up, up, up,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here we go down, down, downy;</span><br />
+And here we go backwards and forwards,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here we go round, round, roundy.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 394px;">
+<img src="images/i194.jpg" width="394" height="600" alt="i194" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;Here we go backwards and forwards.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Polly put the kettle on</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i195a.jpg" alt="i195a" width="226" height="256" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<img src="images/i195b.jpg" alt="i195b" width="185" height="400" class="splitr" />
+
+<p class="p7 m16"><b>OLLY</b>, put the kettle on,<br />
+Polly, put the kettle on,<br />
+Polly, put the kettle on,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we'll all have tea.</span><br />
+<br />
+Sukey, take it off again,<br />
+Sukey, take it off again,<br />
+Sukey, take it off again,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They're all gone away.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>There was a little boy went into a barn</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There was a little boy went into a barn,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lay down on some hay;</span><br />
+An owl came out and flew about,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the little boy ran away.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 102px;">
+<img src="images/i195c.jpg" width="102" height="142" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>The old woman and her pig</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i196.jpg" alt="i196" width="134" height="208" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+
+<p class="m6"><b>N</b> old woman was sweeping her house,
+and she found a little crooked sixpence.
+"What," said she, "shall I do with this
+little sixpence? I will go to market, and
+buy a little pig."</p>
+<br />
+<br />
+<p>As she was coming home, she came
+to a stile; but the pig would not go over
+the stile.<br />
+<br />
+She went a little farther, and she met
+a dog. So she said to the dog&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Dog, dog, bite pig!<br />
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br />
+<br />
+But the dog would not.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Stick, stick, beat dog!<br />
+Dog won't bite pig;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span>
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br />
+<br />
+But the stick would not.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met
+a fire. So she said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Fire, fire, burn stick!<br />
+Stick won't beat dog;<br />
+Dog won't bite pig;<br />
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br />
+<br />
+But the fire would not.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met
+some water. So she said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Water, water, quench fire!<br />
+Fire won't burn stick;<br />
+Stick won't beat dog;<br />
+Dog won't bite pig;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span>
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br />
+<br />
+But the water would not.</p>
+<br />
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met an ox. So she said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Ox, ox, drink water!<br />
+Water won't quench fire;<br />
+Fire won't burn stick;<br />
+Stick won't beat dog;<br />
+Dog won't bite pig;<br />
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br />
+<br />
+But the ox would not.</p>
+<br />
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a butcher. So she said&mdash;</p>
+<br />
+<p class="p4">"Butcher, butcher, kill ox!<br />
+Ox won't drink water;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span>
+Water won't quench fire;<br />
+Fire won't burn stick;<br />
+Stick won't beat dog;<br />
+Dog won't bite pig;<br />
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br />
+<br />
+But the butcher would not.</p>
+<br />
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a rope. So she said&mdash;</p>
+<br />
+<p class="p4">"Rope, rope, hang butcher!<br />
+Butcher won't kill ox;<br />
+Ox won't drink water;<br />
+Water won't quench fire;<br />
+Fire won't burn stick;<br />
+Stick won't beat dog;<br />
+Dog won't bite pig;<br />
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>
+<br />
+But the rope would not.</p>
+<br />
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met
+a rat. So she said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Rat, rat, gnaw rope!<br />
+Rope won't hang butcher;<br />
+Butcher won't kill ox;<br />
+Ox won't drink water;<br />
+Water won't quench fire;<br />
+Fire won't burn stick;<br />
+Stick won't beat dog;<br />
+Dog won't bite pig;<br />
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."<br />
+<br />
+But the rat would not.</p>
+<br />
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a cat. So she said
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Cat, cat, kill rat!<br />
+Rat won't gnaw rope;<br />
+Rope won't hang butcher;<br />
+Butcher won't kill ox;<br />
+Ox won't drink water;<br />
+Water won't quench fire;<br />
+Fire won't burn stick;<br />
+Stick won't beat dog;<br />
+Dog won't bite pig;<br />
+Pig won't get over the stile;<br />
+And I shan't get home to-night."</p>
+<br />
+<p>The cat said, "If you will give me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat."<br />
+<br />
+So the old woman gave the cat the milk, and when she had lapped up the
+milk&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="p4">The cat began to kill the rat;<br />
+The rat began to gnaw the rope;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span>
+The rope began to hang the butcher;<br />
+The butcher began to kill the ox;<br />
+The ox began to drink the water;<br />
+The water began to quench the fire;<br />
+The fire began to burn the stick;<br />
+The stick began to beat the dog;<br />
+The dog began to bite the pig;<br />
+The pig jumped over the stile;<br />
+And so the old woman got home that night.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Tit, tat, toe</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Tit, tat, toe,<br />
+My first go,<br />
+Three jolly butcher boys<br />
+All of a row;<br />
+Stick one up,<br />
+Stick one down,<br />
+Stick one in the old man's crown.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Monday alone</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Monday alone,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tuesday together,</span><br />
+Wednesday we walk<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When it's fine weather.</span><br />
+Thursday we kiss,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Friday we cry,</span><br />
+Saturday's hours<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seem almost to fly.</span><br />
+But of all days in the week<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We will call</span><br />
+Sunday, the rest day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The best day of all.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I met with a Westminster scholar;</span><br />
+He pulled off his cap, <i>an' drew</i> off his glove,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wished me a very good-morrow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What is his name?</span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i197a.jpg" width="500" height="528" alt="i197a" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">As I walked by myself</p>
+
+<img src="images/i197b.jpg" alt="i197b" width="268" height="268" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p8 m6"><b>S</b> I walked by myself,<br />
+I talked to myself,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the self-same self said to me,</span><br />
+<br />
+Look out for thyself,<br />
+Take care of thyself,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For nobody cares for thee.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span>
+I answered myself,<br />
+And said to myself<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the self-same repartee,</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 239px;">
+<img src="images/i198.jpg" width="239" height="400" alt="i198" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p8">Look to thyself,<br />
+Or not look to thyself,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The self-same thing will be.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 564px;">
+<img src="images/i199.jpg" width="564" height="600" alt="i199" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">There was a Little man and he woo&#39;d a Little maid</p>
+
+<p class="p8"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">There was a little man,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he wooed a little maid,</span><br />
+And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I have little more to say,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Than will you, yea or nay,</span><br />
+For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The little maid replied,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Some say a little sighed,</span><br />
+"But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Will the love that you're so rich in</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Make a fire in the kitchen?</span><br />
+Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>Pussy sits beside the fire</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Pussy sits beside the fire,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How can she be fair?</span><br />
+In comes the little dog,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy, are you there?</span><br />
+So, so, Mistress Pussy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray how do you do?</span><br />
+Thank you, thank you, little dog,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm very well just now.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i200.jpg" width="550" height="313" alt="i200" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Bryan O&#39;Lin</p>
+
+<p class="p8">Bryan O'Lin and his wife and wife's mother,<br />
+They all went over a bridge together:<br />
+The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,<br />
+"Mischief take all!" quoth Bryan O'Lin.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Cold and raw</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bleak in a morning early;</span><br />
+All the hills are covered with snow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And winter's now come fairly.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>January brings the snow</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">January brings the snow,<br />
+Makes our feet and fingers glow.<br />
+<br />
+February brings the rain,<br />
+Thaws the frozen lake again.<br />
+<br />
+March brings breezes loud and shrill,<br />
+Stirs the dancing daffodil.<br />
+<br />
+April brings the primrose sweet,<br />
+Scatters daisies at our feet.<br />
+<br />
+May brings flocks of pretty lambs,<br />
+Skipping by their fleecy dams.<br />
+<br />
+June brings tulips, lilies, roses,<br />
+Fills the children's hands with posies.<br />
+<br />
+Hot July brings cooling showers,<br />
+Apricots and gillyflowers.<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span>
+<br />
+August brings the sheaves of corn,<br />
+Then the hardest home is borne.<br />
+<br />
+Warm September brings the fruit,<br />
+Sportsmen then begin to shoot.<br />
+<br />
+Fresh October brings the pheasant,<br />
+Then to gather nuts is pleasant.<br />
+<br />
+Dull November brings the blast,<br />
+Then the leaves are whirling fast.<br />
+<br />
+Chill December brings the sleet,<br />
+Blazing fire and Christmas treat.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>Bye, baby bunting</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Bye, baby bunting,<br />
+Father's gone a-hunting,<br />
+Mother's gone a-milking,<br />
+Sister's gone a-silking,<br />
+Brother's gone to buy a skin<br />
+To wrap the baby bunting in.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Ding, dong bell</i></b></p>
+
+<img src="images/i201a.jpg" alt="i201a" width="234" height="366" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p8 m16"><b>ING</b>, dong bell,<br />
+Pussy's in the well!<br />
+Who put her in?&mdash;<br />
+Little Tommy Green.<br />
+Who pulled her out?&mdash;<br />
+Little Johnny Stout.<br />
+What a naughty boy was that<br />
+To drown poor pussy-cat,<br />
+Who never did any harm,<br />
+But killed the mice in his father's barn.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 371px;">
+<img src="images/i201b.jpg" width="371" height="400" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Four and twenty tailors</i></b></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i202.jpg" width="600" height="383" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p6">Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,<br />
+The best man among them durst not touch her tail;<br />
+She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,<br />
+Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>What is the news of the day?</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">What is the news of the day,<br />
+Good neighbour, I pray?<br />
+They say the balloon<br />
+Is gone up to the moon!</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Two little kittens</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Two little kittens, one stormy night,<br />
+Began to quarrel and then to fight;<br />
+One had a mouse, and the other had none,<br />
+And that's the way the quarrel begun.<br />
+<br />
+"I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat.<br />
+"<i>You'll</i> have that mouse?  We'll see about that!"<br />
+"I <i>will</i> have that mouse," said the eldest son.<br />
+"You <i>shan't</i> have the mouse," said the little one.<br />
+<br />
+I told you before 'twas a stormy night<br />
+When these two little kittens began to fight;<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span>
+The old woman seized her sweeping broom,<br />
+And swept the two kittens right out of the room.<br />
+<br />
+The ground was covered with frost and snow,<br />
+And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;<br />
+So they laid them down on the mat at the door,<br />
+While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.<br />
+<br />
+Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,<br />
+All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,<br />
+For they found it was better, that stormy night,<br />
+To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i203.jpg" width="550" height="305" alt="i203" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">What are Little Boys made of?</p>
+
+<p class="p6">What are little boys made of, made of,<br />
+What are little boys made of?<br />
+Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;<br />
+And that's what little boys are made of, made of.<br />
+<br />
+What are little girls made of, made of, made of,<br />
+What are little girls made of?<br />
+Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;<br />
+And that's what little girls are made of, made of.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>As I was a-going by a little pig-sty</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">As I was a-going by a little pig-sty,<br />
+I saw a child's petticoat hanging to dry,<br />
+I took off my jacket and hung it hard by,<br />
+To bear the petticoat company.<br />
+The wind blew high, and down they fell;<br />
+Jacket and petticoat into the well.<br />
+Into the well, into the well,<br />
+Jacket and petticoat into the well.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i204.jpg" width="550" height="352" alt="i204" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Three Wise Men of Gotham</p>
+
+<p class="p7">Three wise men of Gotham<br />
+Went to sea in a bowl:<br />
+And if the bowl had been stronger,<br />
+My song would have been longer.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span></p>
+<p><b><i>Jenny Wren fell sick</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Jenny Wren fell sick,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a merry time;</span><br />
+In came Robin Redbreast<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brought her sops and wine.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Eat well of the sop, Jenny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drink well of the wine."</span><br />
+"Thank you, Robin, kindly,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You shall be mine."</span><br />
+<br />
+Jenny she got well,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stood upon her feet,</span><br />
+And told Robin plainly<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She loved him not a bit.</span><br />
+<br />
+Robin being angry,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hopped upon a twig,</span><br />
+Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bold-faced jig!"</span></p>
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Sukey, you shall be my wife</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Sukey, you shall be my wife,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I will tell you why:</span><br />
+I have got a little pig,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you have got a sty;</span><br />
+<br />
+I have got a dun cow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you can make good cheese,</span><br />
+Sukey, will you have me?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say yes, if you please."</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i205.jpg" width="550" height="277" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Sukey she made answer,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For your cow and pig,</span><br />
+I tell you, Jacky Jingle,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I do not care a fig.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>
+"I have got a puppy-dog,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a pussy-cat,</span><br />
+And I have got another thing<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's better far than that.</span><br />
+<br />
+"For I have got a velvet purse<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That holds a hundred pound,</span><br />
+'Twas left me by my grand-dad<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who now lies underground.</span><br />
+<br />
+"So if your cow and pig<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is all you have in store,</span><br />
+You may go home and mind 'em,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For now your wooing's o'er."</span><br />
+<br />
+Says Jacky, "You're too hasty,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've got a horse and cart;</span><br />
+And I have got a better thing,&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've got a constant heart.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span>
+"If that won't do, then you may lay<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your money on the shelf,</span><br />
+I soon shall get another girl<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's better than yourself."</span><br />
+<br />
+Then says little Sue,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If your heart is true,</span><br />
+This trouble we'll get through,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If things are rightly carried."</span><br />
+There's nothing more to do,<br />
+'Twixt Jacky and his Sue;<br />
+"None so happy as us two,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For now we'll both be married!"</span><br />
+<br />
+Now after they were married<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some good things to produce,</span><br />
+Sukey's purse and hundred pounds<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were quickly put in use;</span><br />
+Sukey milked the cow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to make good cheese did try,</span><br />
+Jack drove his horse and cart,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And minded pig and sty.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i206a.jpg" width="550" height="527" alt="BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GO" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GO</p>
+
+<img src="images/i206b.jpg" alt="i206b" width="226" height="336" class="split" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<img src="images/i206c.jpg" alt="i206c" width="244" height="400" class="splitr" />
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<p class="p8 m16"><b>LOW</b>,  wind,  blow! and go, mill, go!<br />
+That the miller may grind his corn;<br />
+That the baker may take it,<br />
+And into rolls make it,<br />
+And send us some hot in the morn.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br clear="all" />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>This is the death of little Jenny Wren</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">This is the death of</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Little Jenny Wren,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And what the doctors</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">All said then.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jenny Wren was sick again,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Jenny Wren did die;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The doctors vowed they'd cure her,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Or know the reason why.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doctor Hawk felt her pulse,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And, shaking his head,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said, "I fear I can't save her,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Because she's quite dead."</span><br />
+<br />
+Doctor Hawk's a clever fellow,<br />
+He pinched her wrist enough to kill her.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"She'll do very well yet,"</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then said Doctor Fox,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If she takes but one pill</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From out of this box."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span>
+Ah! Doctor Fox,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You are very cunning,</span><br />
+For if she's dead,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You will not get one in.</span><br />
+<br />
+With hartshorn in hand,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came Doctor Tom-Tit,</span><br />
+Saying, "Really, good sirs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It's only a fit."</span><br />
+<br />
+You're right, Doctor Tit,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You need make no doubt on,</span><br />
+But death is a fit<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Folk seldom get out on.</span><br />
+<br />
+Doctor Cat says, "Indeed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I don't think she's dead,</span><br />
+I believe if I try,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She yet might be bled."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span>
+You need not a lancet,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Miss Pussy, indeed,</span><br />
+Your claws are enough<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A poor Wren to bleed.</span><br />
+<br />
+"I think, Puss, you're foolish,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then says Doctor Goose,</span><br />
+"For to bleed a dead Wren<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can be of no use."</span><br />
+<br />
+Why, Doctor Goose,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You're very wise,</span><br />
+Your wisdom profound<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Might Ganders surprise.</span><br />
+<br />
+Doctor Jack Ass then said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"See this balsam, I make it;</span><br />
+She yet may survive<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you get her to take it."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span>
+What you say, Doctor Ass,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perhaps may be true;</span><br />
+I ne'er saw the dead drink, though<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray, Doctor, did you?</span><br />
+<br />
+Doctor Owl then declared<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the cause of her death</span><br />
+He really believed, was&mdash;&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The want of more breath.</span><br />
+<br />
+Indeed, Doctor Owl,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You are much in the right;</span><br />
+You as well might have said<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That day was not night.</span><br />
+<br />
+Says Robin, "Get out,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You're a parcel of quacks,</span><br />
+Or I'll lay this good whip<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On each of your backs."</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Robin began</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For to bang them about,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They stayed for no fees,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They were glad to get out.</span><br />
+<br />
+Poor Robin long for Jenny grieves,<br />
+At last he covered her with leaves;<br />
+Yet near the place, a mournful lay,<br />
+For Jenny Wren sings every day.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Here comes a poor widow from Babylon</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Here comes a poor widow from Babylon,<br />
+With six poor children all alone,<br />
+One can bake, and one can brew,<br />
+One can shape, and one can sew,<br />
+One can bake a cake for the king.<br />
+Come choose you east, come choose you west,<br />
+Come choose you the one that you love best.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Dame Trot and her cat</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Dame Trot and her cat<br />
+Sat down for to chat,<br />
+The Dame sat on this side,<br />
+And Puss sat on that.<br />
+"Puss," says the Dame,<br />
+"Can you catch a rat,<br />
+Or a mouse in the dark?"<br />
+"Purr," says the cat.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>How do you do, neighbour?</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">How do you do, neighbour?<br />
+Neighbour, how do you do?<br />
+Very well, I thank you.<br />
+How does Cousin Sue do?<br />
+She is very well,<br />
+And sends her love unto you,<br />
+And so does Cousin Bell.<br />
+Ah! how, pray, does she do?</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"<i>Oh, what have you got for dinner?</i>"</p>
+
+<p class="p4">"Oh, What have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond?"<br />
+"There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond.<br />
+Dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,<br />
+For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!<br />
+<br />
+"John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two,<br />
+John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two;<br />
+Cry dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,<br />
+For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!"<br />
+<br />
+"I have been to the ducks that are swimming in the pond,<br />
+And they won't come to be killed, Mrs. Bond;<br />
+I cried dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,<br />
+For you must be stuffed, and the customers filled!"<br />
+<br />
+Mrs. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage,<br />
+With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage;<br />
+She cried, "Come, little wag-tails, come and be killed,<br />
+For you shall be stuffed, and my customers filled!"</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i207.jpg" width="600" height="361" alt="i207" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;Come, Little wag-tails, come and be killed.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>Lucy Locket</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Lucy Locket lost her pocket,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kitty Fisher found it;</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 228px;">
+<img src="images/i208.jpg" width="228" height="338" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Never a penny was there in it,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Save the binding round it.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>One, he loves</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">One, he loves; two, he loves;<br />
+Three, he loves, they say;<br />
+Four, he loves with all his heart;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 372px;">
+<img src="images/i209a.jpg" width="372" height="326" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Five, he casts away.<br />
+Six, he loves; seven, she loves;<br />
+Eight, they both love.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 266px;">
+<img src="images/i209b.jpg" width="266" height="346" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;<br />
+Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i210.jpg" width="600" height="408" alt="Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, apothecary, ploughboy, thief." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, apothecary, ploughboy, thief.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>He loves me</i></b></p>
+
+<div style="margin-left:4em">
+<ol>
+<li>He loves me,</li>
+<li>He don't!</li>
+<li>He'll have me,</li>
+<li>He won't!</li>
+<li>He would if he could,</li>
+<li>But he can't,</li>
+<li>So he don't!</li>
+</ol>
+</div>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>There once were two cats</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">There once were two cats of Kilkenny,<br />
+Each thought there was one cat too many.<br />
+So they fought and they fit,<br />
+And they scratched and they bit,<br />
+Till, excepting their nails<br />
+And the tips of their tails,<br />
+Instead of two cats, there weren't any.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Three little kittens</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Three little kittens lost their mittens,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they began to cry,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh! mother dear,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">We very much fear</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That we have lost our mittens.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lost your mittens!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">You naughty kittens!</span><br />
+Then you shall have no pie.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.</span><br />
+No, you shall have no pie.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6.5em;">Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.</span><br />
+<br />
+The three little kittens found their mittens<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they began to cry,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh! mother dear,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">See here, see here!</span><br />
+See, we have found our mittens.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Put on your mittens,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">You silly kittens,</span><br />
+And you shall have some pie.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,</span><br />
+Oh! let us have the pie!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.</span><br />
+<br />
+The three little kittens put on their mittens<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soon ate up the pie;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh! mother dear,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">We greatly fear,</span><br />
+That we have soiled our mittens.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Soiled your mittens!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">You naughty kittens!</span><br />
+Then they began to sigh,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.</span><br />
+Then they began to sigh,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span>
+The three little kittens washed their mittens,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hung them up to dry;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh! mother dear,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Do you not hear,</span><br />
+That we have washed our mittens?<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Washed your mittens!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oh! you're good kittens.</span><br />
+But I smell a rat close by.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.</span><br />
+We smell a rat close by,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;">Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.</span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>The cock's on the housetop</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;<br />
+The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;<br />
+The maids in the meadows are making of hay,<br />
+The ducks in the river are swimming away.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>I do not like thee, Doctor Fell</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,<br />
+The reason why I cannot tell;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 554px;">
+<img src="images/i211.jpg" width="554" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">But this I know, and know full well,<br />
+I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>My mammy's maid</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,<br />
+She stole oranges, I'm afraid;<br />
+Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,<br />
+She stole oranges, I do believe.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>I had a little castle</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">I had a little castle upon the sea-shore,<br />
+One half was water, the other was land;<br />
+I opened the castle door, and guess what I found,<br />
+I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.<br />
+The cup was all gold, filled with wine,<br />
+"Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 128px;">
+<img src="images/i063b.jpg" width="128" height="28" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">My diddle dinkety poppety pet,<br />
+The merchants of London they wear scarlet,<br />
+Silken the collar and velvet the hem,<br />
+Merrily march the merchant men.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/i212.jpg" width="500" height="364" alt="&quot;Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve.&quot;" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve.&quot;</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Little Betty Blue</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Little Betty Blue<br />
+Lost her holiday shoe.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 245px;">
+<img src="images/i213.jpg" width="245" height="400" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="p4">What shall little Betty do?<br />
+Buy her another<br />
+To match the other,<br />
+And then she'll walk in two.</p>
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>A nick and a nock</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">A nick and a nock,<br />
+A hen and cock,<br />
+And a penny for my master.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Great A, little A</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p6">Great A, little A,<br />
+This pancake day;<br />
+Toss the ball high,<br />
+Throw the ball low,<br />
+Those that come after<br />
+May sing heigh-ho!</p>
+
+<br />
+<p><b><i>Upon St. Paul's steeple</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Upon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree.<br />
+As full of apples as may be,<br />
+The little boys of London town,<br />
+They run with hooks and pull them down;<br />
+And then they run from hedge to hedge<br />
+Until they come to London Bridge.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i214.jpg" width="550" height="402" alt="i214" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="captlarge">&quot;They run with hooks and pull them down.&quot;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Cherries are ripe</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Give the baby some;</span><br />
+Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baby must have none.</span><br />
+<br />
+Cherries are too sour to use,<br />
+Babies are too young to choose;<br />
+By-and-by, baked in a pie,<br />
+Baby shall have some.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b><i>Old Rhyme on Cutting Nails</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Cut them on Monday, you cut them for health;<br />
+Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;<br />
+Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;<br />
+Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;<br />
+Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;<br />
+Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;<br />
+Cut them on Sunday, and you'll have ill-fortune all through the week.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><span class="pagelarge"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><b><i>Here a little child I stand</i></b></p>
+
+<p class="p4">Here a little child I stand,<br />
+Heaving up my either hand;<br />
+Gold as paddocks though they be,<br />
+Here I lift them up to Thee,<br />
+For a benison to fall<br />
+On our meat and on us all!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i215.jpg" width="450" height="333" alt="The End" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="caption">The End</p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;">
+<img src="images/367.jpg" width="384" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Telegraphic Address, 'Publishers, London.'</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin">WELLS GARDNER, DARTON AND CO., LTD.</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Telephone: No. 2713 Central.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Wells Gardner, Darton, &amp; Co., Ltd.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin">Selected List of their</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Fine Art Series</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin">Specially adapted for Presents, Prizes, &amp;c.</p>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by Margaret Clayton</p>
+
+<p class="noin">A <span class="smcap">Wonder-Book</span> <i>of</i> <span class="smcap">Beasts</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin">Edited by</p>
+
+<p class="noin">F. J. HARVEY DARTON</p>
+
+<blockquote>Besides numerous Black and White Illustrations, the Title-page and
+Frontispiece are daintily coloured.</blockquote>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 379px;">
+<img src="images/368.jpg" width="379" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by F. D. Bedford</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Centenary Edition.</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">The 'Original Poems' and others</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin">By JANE and ANN TAYLOR And ADELAIDE O'KEEFE</p>
+
+<p class="noin">Edited By E. V. LUCAS</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>The quality of the poetry of the Misses Taylor has been praised</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>by such great judges that any praise from ourselves would be</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>superfluous. No other writers of children's poetry have written of</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>childish incident with all the child's simplicity.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Spectator.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Mr. Bedford's illustrations are not only very well drawn, but</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>inspired by just the right feeling. It may be added, that the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Taylors were really the founders of a school. They gave a form and</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>character to nursery verse which have become classic, and have</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>been followed more or less by a long line of later</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>writers.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Standard.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Thanks are due to that delicate lover of literature and of</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>children, Mr. E. V. Lucas, for reprinting this veritable</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>classic.</i>'</span><br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Times of India.</span></span><br />
+
+<p class="noin" ><b>Large Crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</b></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Wells Gardner, Darton, &amp; Co., Ltd., London</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 380px;">
+<img src="images/369.jpg" width="380" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by F. D. Bedford</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Forgotten Tales of Long Ago</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin">Edited with Introduction by E. V. LUCAS</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beside numerous Black and White Illustrations, the Frontispiece</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and Title-page are in Colours.</span><br />
+
+<p class="noin"><i>The Contents include:</i></p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Dicky Random</span>; <span class="smcap">Jemima Placid</span>; <span class="smcap">Two Trials</span>; <span class="smcap">The Fruits of</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Disobedience</span>; <span class="smcap">The Three Cakes</span>; <span class="smcap">Scourhill's Adventures</span>; <span class="smcap">Ellen and</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">George</span>; <span class="smcap">The Journal</span>, by Priscilla Wakefield; <span class="smcap">The Bunch of</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cherries</span>; <span class="smcap">The Life and Adventures of Lady Anne</span>; <span class="smcap">Captain Murderer</span>,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">by Charles Dickens, and many other favourite old stories, now</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">forgotten.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Is Mr. E. V. Lucas going to provide us with one of the prettiest</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>books of each Christmas season? For successive years we have been</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>delighted with his clever selection from the child-fiction of our</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>grandparents, and we are left like Oliver Twist, asking for</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>more.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Bookman.</span></span><br />
+
+<p class="noin">'She cut her beautiful hair close to her head!'&mdash;<i> p. 102.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 380px;">
+<img src="images/370.jpg" width="380" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by F. D. Bedford</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Another Book of Verses For Children</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin">Selected and Edited by E. V. LUCAS</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Profusely Illustrated in Black and White, with Frontispiece and</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Title-page beautifully printed in Colour.</span><br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>A delightful compilation, and noticeably excellent in the method</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>of its arrangement.</i>'</span><br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Athen&aelig;um.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>We may briefly and emphatically describe it as the most charming</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>anthology for children that we have seen, original in choice and</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>arrangement, beautifully bound, and owing no little to Mr. F. D.</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Bedford's delightful and sympathetic illustrations.</i>'</span><br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Guardian.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Most happily selected. Moreover, the light and humorous</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>verse&mdash;verse harmless without any obvious moral&mdash;is too much</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>neglected, for children like to be amused, and this need is</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>sometimes forgotten.</i>'</span><br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Spectator.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>The volume is in itself a real gift-book, being admirably bound,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>printed, and illustrated.</i>'</span><br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">The World.</span></span><br />
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px;">
+<img src="images/371.jpg" width="390" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by F. D. Bedford</p>
+
+<p class="noin">'Sat him astride of the saddle of mutton.' <i>p. 126.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Old-fashioned Tales of Long Ago</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin">Edited with Introduction by E. V. LUCAS</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Besides numerous black and white Illustrations, the Frontispiece</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and Title-page are beautifully printed in Colours.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>A charming book. The one ambition of Mr. Lucas' authors is to be</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>interesting, and they succeed very well.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Daily Telegraph.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Beautifully printed, illustrated, and bound.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Schoolmaster.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tales are given from the following Popular Authors:&mdash;Thomas Day,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Maria Edgeworth, Mrs. Sherwood, Anne Letitia Barbauld, Charles and</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mary Lamb, Jacob Abbott, Alicia Catherine Mant, Caroline Barnard,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Peter Parley, Catherine Sinclair, Dr. Aiken. The authors of some</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of the best tales in the volume are unknown.</span><br />
+
+<p class="noin">'A large hole burst open in the wall.' <i>p. 381.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 381px;">
+<img src="images/372.jpg" width="381" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by F. D. Bedford</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Runaways &amp; Castaways</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin">Edited with Introduction by E. V. LUCAS</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Besides profuse black and white illustrations, the frontispiece</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and title-page are daintily coloured.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Mr. E. V. Lucas has deliberately set himself to capture hearts</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>while young and tender.... In twenty years he will have become</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>such a power in the land as to be a national danger, and his new</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>work, "Runaways and Castaways," is only another step towards this</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>enviable destiny.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Times.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>A collection of the most exciting and delightful runaway stories</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>in the world.</i>' <span class="smcap">Nation</span>.</span><br />
+
+<p class="noin">"Hands his lady out, and gives the guard something for himself"</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 382px;">
+<img src="images/373.jpg" width="382" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by Gordon Browne</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>A Child's Book, for Children, for Women, and for Men.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Sweetheart Travellers</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin">By S. R. CROCKETT</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>It is the rarest of all rarities, and veritably a child's book</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>for children, as well as for women and men. It is seldom, indeed,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>that the reviewer has the opportunity of bestowing unstinted</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>praise, with the feeling that the laudation is, nevertheless,</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>inadequate. "Sweetheart Travellers" is instinct with drollery; it</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>continually strikes the softest notes of tenderest pathos, and it</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>must make the most hardened bachelor feel something of the</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>pleasures he has missed in living mateless and</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>childless.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Times.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>A more delightful book for young, old, and middle aged, it is</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>scarcely possible to conceive.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Truth.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>We confess to having fallen under the spell of these delightful</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>chronicles. The illustrations are just what was wanted to make</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>this one of the most attractive books about children.</i>' <span class="smcap">Pall Mall</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gazette.</span></span><br />
+
+<p class="noin">On the road to Conway.&mdash;<i>p. 64.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><b>Large 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt top,
+6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</b></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Wells Gardner, Darton, &amp; Co., Ltd., London</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;">
+<img src="images/374.jpg" width="384" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by Gordon Browne</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>AN IMPROVING HISTORY FOR OLD BOYS, YOUNG BOYS, GOOD BOYS, BAD
+BOYS, BIG BOYS, LITTLE BOYS, COW BOYS, AND TOM BOYS</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin">"I create you General of the Commissariat."&mdash;<i>p. 171.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">The Surprising Adventures of Sir Toady Lion With those of</span>
+General Napoleon Smith</p>
+
+<p class="noin">By S. R. CROCKETT</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>When we say it is one of the most delightful stories about</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>children we have ever read, we are still short of the mark.</i>'</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Daily Chronicle.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>It is distinctly the best Christmas book of the season.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Daily</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mail.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>In this excellent book for children, which the elders will</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>enjoy, Mr. Crockett comes right away from kailyard into a kingdom</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>of obstreperous fancy, and is purely, delightfully funny, and not</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>too Scotch.... Mr. Gordon Browne's illustrations are as good a</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>treat as the story; they realise every thought and intention of</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>the writer, and, are full of a sly and characteristic drollery all</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>the artist's own.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">World.</span></span><br />
+
+<p class="noin">'How quaint.'&mdash;<i>p. 375.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><b>Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</b></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Wells Gardner, Darton, &amp; Co., Ltd., London</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 377px;">
+<img src="images/375.jpg" width="377" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by Gordon Browne</p>
+
+<p class="noin">A Chapter Heading.</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Sir Toady Crusoe</span></p>
+
+<p class="noin">By S. R. CROCKETT</p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>It will thoroughly satisfy the children's most fastidious</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>taste.</i>'</span><br />
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Morning Leader.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>The best book for children, if not the best book we have seen</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>this year.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Westminster Gazette.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>We have seen nothing for a long time to equal the admirable</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>illustrations.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Dundee Courier.</span></span><br />
+
+<p class="noin">'Watch 'em, boy!' said Dinkey.&mdash;<i>p. 245.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chapter" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 370px;">
+<img src="images/376.jpg" width="370" height="600" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="noin">Illustrated by Gordon Browne</p>
+
+<p class="noin"><span class="smcap">Fairy Tales from Grimm</span></p>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Of new editions of old favorites the palm must be given, we</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>think, to this collection of Fairy Tales from Grimm.... We do not</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>think a better edition has appeared.</i>' <span class="smcap">Review of Reviews</span>.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>No more acceptable edition of some of Grimm's Stories has been</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>published.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Standard.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Altogether delightful. The illustrations are full of charm and</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>sympathy.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Saturday Review.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>A fairy book beyond reproach.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Graphic.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>We have nothing but praise for this collection.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Sketch.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>Grimm is always delightful, but in his present new dress he is</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>more delightful than ever. Mr. Gordon Browne charms us always with</i></span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>his dainty pictures.</i>'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Guardian.</span></span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'<i>All the illustrations are simply inimitable.</i>' <span class="smcap">Queen.</span></span><br />
+
+<p class="noin">'The Prince who was afraid of Nothing.'&mdash;<i>p. 216.</i></p>
+
+<p class="noin"><i>Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt
+top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.</i></p>
+
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of National Rhymes of the Nursery, by Various
+
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+Title: National Rhymes of the Nursery
+
+Author: Various
+
+Illustrator: Gordon Browne
+
+Release Date: July 10, 2011 [EBook #36685]
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+    NATIONAL RHYMES OF THE NURSERY
+
+    [Illustration: "Ride a cock horse."--_Page 70._]
+
+
+
+
+    NATIONAL RHYMES OF THE NURSERY
+
+
+    [Illustration: WITH INTRODUCTION BY GEORGE SAINTSBURY
+                   AND DRAWINGS BY GORDON BROWNE
+                   LONDON
+                   WELLS, GARDNER, DARTON & Co.
+                   PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, E.C.]
+
+    [Illustration: INTRODUCTION]
+
+It is a good many years since Peacock, in one of those curiously
+ill-tempered and not particularly happy attacks on the Lake poets, with
+which he chose to diversify his earlier novels, conceived, as an
+ornament of "Mainchance Villa," a grand allegorical picture, depicting
+the most famous characters of English Nursery Tales, Rhymes,
+&c.--Margery Daw, Jack and Jill, the other Jack who built the House, the
+chief figures of "that sublime strain of immortal genius" called
+_Dickory Dock_, and the third Jack, Horner, eating a symbolic Christmas
+pie. At the date of _Melincourt_, in which this occurs, its even then
+admirable author was apt to shoot his arrows rather at a venture; and it
+may be hoped, without too much rashness, that he did not mean to speak
+disrespectfully of the "sublime strain of immortal genius" itself, but
+only of what he thought Wordsworth's corrupt following of that and
+similar things.
+
+Nevertheless, if he had lived a little longer, or if (for he lived quite
+long enough) he had been in the mind for such game, he might have found
+fresh varieties of it in certain more modern handlings of the same
+subject. Since the Brothers Grimm founded modern folklore, it has
+required considerable courage to approach nursery songs and nursery
+tales in any but a spirit of the severest "scientism," which I presume
+to be the proper form for the method of those who call themselves
+"scientists." We have not only had investigations--some of them by no
+means unfruitful or uninteresting investigations--into certain things
+which are, or may be, the originals of these artless compositions in
+history or in popular manners. We have not only had some of their queer
+verbal jingles twisted back again into what may have been an articulate
+and authentic meaning. I do not know that many of them have been made
+out to be sun-myths; but that yesterday popular, to-day rather
+discredited, system of exposition is very evidently as applicable to
+them as to anything else. The older variety of mystical and moral
+interpretation having gone out of fashion before they had emerged from
+the contempt of the learned, it has not been much applied to them,
+though the temptation is great, for, as King Charles observes in
+"Woodstock," most things in the world remind one of the tales of Mother
+Goose.
+
+But the most special attentions that nursery rhymes have received have,
+perhaps, taken the form of the elaborate and ingenious divisions
+attempted by Halliwell and others. Indeed, something of the kind has
+been so common that the absence here of anything similar may excite some
+surprise, and look like disrespect to a scientific age. The omission,
+however, is designed, and a reason or two may be rendered for it.
+Halliwell (to take the most generally known instance) has no less than
+seventeen compartments in which he stows remorselessly these "things
+that are old and pretty," to apply to them a phrase that Lamb loved.
+There are, it seems, historical nursery rhymes, literal nursery rhymes;
+nursery rhymes narrative, proverbial, scholastic, lyrical, riddlesome;
+rhymes dealing with charms, with gaffers and gammers, with games, with
+paradoxes, with lullabies, with jingles, with love and matrimony, with
+natural (I wish he had called it unnatural) history, with accumulative
+stories, with localities, with relics. It may be permitted to cry "Mercy
+on us," when one thinks of the poor little wildings, so full of nature
+and, if not ignorant of art, of an art so cunningly concealed, being
+subjected to the trimmings and torturings of the _Ars Topiaria_ after
+this fashion. The division is clearly arbitrary and non-natural; it is
+often what logicians very properly object to as a "cross"-division; it
+leads to the inclusion of many things which are not properly nursery
+rhymes at all; and it necessitates, or at least gives occasion to, a
+vast amount of idle talk. For instance, take King Arthur, this way, that
+way, which way you please: as a hero of history, as a great central
+figure of romance, or even (I grieve to say a learned friend of mine is
+wont to speak of him so) as a "West-Welsh thief." Are we called upon in
+the very slightest degree to connect any of these Arthurs with the
+artist of the bag-pudding? to discuss what was the material that Queen
+Guinevere preferred for frying, and to select the most probable
+"noblemen" from the Table Round? Does anybody, except as a rather
+ponderous joke, care to discuss whether King Cole was really father of
+Constantine's mother, and had anything to do with Colchester? Though it
+may be admitted that a "Colchester carpet-bag," that is to say, a very
+thick steak all but sliced through and stuffed with oysters, would
+probably not have been unacceptable to the monarch as a preliminary to
+the bowl.
+
+The simple fact seems to be, that one of Halliwell's
+partitions--"jingles"--will do for the whole seventeen, and do a great
+deal better than the other sixteen of them. It may be perfectly true
+that most of the things indicated in these class-names supplied, in this
+case and that, basis for the jingle, starting-points, texts, and so
+forth. But all genuine nursery rhymes (even in fragments such as
+"Martin Swart and his men, Sodledum [saddle them], sodledum," if it is
+genuine, and others where definite history comes in) have never become
+nursery rhymes until the historical fact has been practically forgotten
+by those who used them, and nothing but the metrical and musical
+attraction remains. Some of the alphabet and number rhymes may possibly
+(it is sad to have to confess it) have been composed with a deliberate
+purpose of instruction; but it is noticeable that these have never
+become quite the genuine thing, except in cases such as--
+
+    "Big A, little a, bouncing B,
+    The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see,"
+
+where the subtle tendency to nonsense takes the weak intention of sense
+on its back as a fox does a chicken and runs right away with it. Again,
+it would be rash to say that it is impossible to make out popular
+customs and popular beliefs from these texts. But it is quite certain
+that they have for the most part left the customs and the beliefs a long
+way behind them, that these things are, to vary the metaphor, merely in
+palimpsest relation to the present purport and contents of the rhymes.
+
+Perhaps, therefore, while not grudging folklorists their perquisitions
+in this delightful region, and while acknowledging that there are many
+interesting things to be found out by them in it, we may be permitted to
+look at nursery rhymes from a rather different point of view. And from
+this point it will not, I think, be fanciful to see in them, to a great
+extent, the poetical appeal of sound as opposed to that of meaning
+expressed in its simplest and most unmistakable terms. We shall find in
+these pieces the two special pillars of all modern poetry, alliteration
+and rhyme, or at least assonance, which is only rhyme undeveloped. And
+we shall find something else, which I venture to call the attraction of
+the inarticulate. It is not necessary to take the cynical sense of the
+famous saying, that language was given to man to conceal his thoughts,
+in order to admit that in moments of more intense and genuine feeling,
+if not of thought, he does not as a rule use or at least confine himself
+to articulate speech. If the "little language" of mothers to babies be
+set down to a supposition that the object addressed does not understand,
+that will hardly explain the other "little language" of lovers to
+lovers, which has a tendency to be nearly as inarticulate as a
+cradle-song, and quite as corruptive of dictionary speech as a nursery
+rhyme. In the very stammering of rage there may be thought to be
+something more than a simple inability to choose between words; and in
+the moaning of sorrow something more than an inability to find suitable
+expression. All children--and children, as somebody (I forget who he
+was, but he was a wise man) has said, are usually very clever people
+till they get spoilt--fall naturally, long after they are quite able to
+express themselves as it is called rationally, into a sort of pleasant
+gibberish when they are alone and pleased, or even displeased. And I
+dare say that a fair number of very considerably grown-up folk, who have
+not only come to the legal years of discretion but to the poetical age
+of wisdom, do the like now and then.
+
+    "As one walks by oneself,
+    And talks to oneself,"
+
+by the seaside or on a lonely country road, it must be a not infrequent
+experience of most people that one frequently falls into pure jingle and
+nonsense-verse of the nursery kind. In fact, it must have happened to
+more people than one, or one thousand, by the malice of a sudden corner
+or the like, to have been caught doing so to their great confusion, and
+to the comfortable conviction of the other party that he has met with
+an escaped lunatic.
+
+I should myself, though I may not carry many people with me, go farther
+than this and say that this "attraction of the inarticulate," this
+allurement of mere sound and sequence, has a great deal more to do than
+is generally thought with the charm of the very highest poetry, and that
+no merely valuable thought presented without this accompaniment can
+possibly affect us as it does when it summons to its aid such concert of
+vowels and consonants as--
+
+                    "Peace! peace!
+    Dost thou not see my baby at my breast
+    That sucks the nurse asleep?"
+
+or as--
+
+    "Quaerens me sedisti lassus,
+    Redemisti crucem passus;
+    Tantus labor non sit cassus!"
+
+In the best nursery rhymes, as in the simpler and more genuine ballads
+which have so close a connection with them, we find this attraction of
+the inarticulate--this charm of pure sound, this utilising of
+alliteration and rhyme and assonance, and the cunning juxtaposition now
+of similar, now of contrary vowels--not in a passionate, but in a frank
+and simple form. Many of them probably, some of them certainly, had, as
+has been said, a definite meaning once, and we may attend to the
+folklorist as he expounds what it was or may have been; but for the most
+part they have very victoriously got the better of that meaning, have
+bid it, in their own lingo, "go to Spain," without the slightest
+meditation or back-thought whether Spain is the proper place for it or
+not. In that particular _locus classicus_ "Spain" rhymes to "rain," and
+that is not merely the chief and principal, but the absolutely
+all-sufficient thing. So, too, there is no doubt a most learned
+explanation of the jargon (variously given and spelt)--
+
+    "Hotum-potum, paradise tantum, perry-merry-dictum, domaree,"
+
+at which a friend of mine used to laugh consumedly, declaring that this
+cavalier coupling of "paradise _tantum_" "_only_ paradise," was the
+nicest thing he knew. But the people who mellowed it into that form, and
+recited it afterwards, never cared one scrap for the meaning. They had
+got it into a pleasant jingle of vowels, a desirable sequence of
+consonants, and a good swing of cadence, and that was enough. When
+"Curlylocks" is invited to be "mine" by the promise "thou shalt sew a
+fine seam," does anybody suppose that this housewifely operation was
+much more (it may have been a little more) of a bait to the Curlylocks
+of those days than to the Curlylocks of these? Not at all. "Sew" and
+"seam" went naturally together, they made a pleasing alliteration, and
+the latter word rhymed to "cream," of which the Curlylocks of all days
+has been not unusually fond.
+
+Not, of course, that there is not much wit and much wisdom, much
+picturesqueness and not a little pathos in our rhymes. All good men have
+justly admired these qualities in "Sing a Song of Sixpence" and
+"Ding-dong Bell," in "Margery Daw" and "Who Killed Cock Robin?" I rather
+suspect the wicked literary man of having more to do than genuine
+popular sentiment with the delightful progress and ending of "There was
+a Little Boy and a Little Girl." But the undoubtedly genuine notes are
+numerous enough and various enough, from that previously mentioned and
+admirable thrift of good King Arthur, or rather of Queen Guinevere (from
+whom, according to naughty romancers, we should have less expected it),
+to the sound common-sense of "Three Children;" from the decorative
+convention of "Little Boy Blue" to the arabesque and even grotesque of
+"Hey-diddle-diddle."
+
+But I shall still contend that the main, the pervading, the
+characteristic attraction of them lies in their musical accompaniment of
+purely senseless sound, in their rhythm, rhyme, jingle, refrain, and the
+like, in the simplicity and freshness of their modulated form. For thus
+they serve as anthems and doxologies to the goddess whom in this context
+it is not satirical to call "_Divine_ Nonsensia," who still in all lands
+and times condescends now and then to unbind the burden of meaning from
+the backs and brains of men, and lets them rejoice once more in pure,
+natural, senseless sound.
+
+                                             GEORGE SAINTSBURY.
+
+
+
+
+    [Illustration: INDEX TO FIRST LINES]
+
+
+    A carrion crow sat on an oak
+
+    A diller, a dollar
+
+    A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare
+
+    A frog he would a-wooing go
+
+    A gentleman of good account
+
+    A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree
+
+    A long-tailed pig, and a short-tailed pig
+
+    A man of words and not of deeds
+
+    An apple pie, when it looks nice
+
+    A nick and a nock
+
+    An old woman was sweeping her house
+
+    A pie sate on a pear-tree
+
+    Around the green gravel the grass grows green
+
+    As I walked by myself
+
+    As I was a-going by a little pig-sty
+
+    As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge
+
+    As I was going to sell my eggs
+
+    As I was going to St. Ives
+
+    As I was going up Pippen Hill
+
+    As little Jenny Wren
+
+    As soft as silk, as white as milk
+
+    A swarm of bees in May
+
+    A was an apple-pie
+
+    A was an archer, and shot at a frog
+
+    Baa, baa, black sheep
+
+    Barber, barber, shave a pig
+
+    Bat, bat
+
+    Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
+
+    Billy, Billy, come and play
+
+    Bless you, bless you, burny-bee
+
+    Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go
+
+    Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea
+
+    Bow, wow, says the dog
+
+    Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother
+
+    Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear
+
+    Buttons a farthing a pair
+
+    Bye, baby bunting
+
+    Charley, Charley, stole the barley
+
+    Cherries are ripe
+
+    Cock a doodle doo
+
+    Cold and raw the north wind doth blow
+
+    Come, let's to bed
+
+    Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste
+
+    "Croak!" said the toad, "I'm hungry, I think"
+
+    Cross patch
+
+    Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
+
+    Cushy cow bonny
+
+    Cut them on Monday
+
+    Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town
+
+    Dame Trot and her cat
+
+    Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
+
+    Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty
+
+    Ding, dong bell
+
+    Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid
+
+    Doctor Faustus was a good man
+
+    Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster
+
+    Early to bed, and early to rise
+
+    Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess
+
+    Elsie Marley is grown so fine
+
+    For every evil under the sun
+
+    For want of a nail, the shoe was lost
+
+    Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail
+
+    Gay go up and gay go down
+
+    Girls and boys, come out to play
+
+    God bless the master of this house
+
+    Good people all, of every sort
+
+    Goosey, goosey, gander
+
+    Great A, little A
+
+    Handy-Spandy, Jack-a-dandy
+
+    Hark, hark
+
+    Have you seen the old woman of Banbury Cross
+
+    He loves me
+
+    Hector Protector was dressed all in green
+
+    Here a little child I stand
+
+    Here comes a poor widow from Babylon
+
+    Here's Sulky Sue
+
+    He that would thrive
+
+    Hey! diddle, diddle
+
+    Hey ding-a-ding
+
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten
+
+    Hickety, pickety, my black hen
+
+    Hickory, Dickory, Dock
+
+    Higgledy piggledy
+
+    Hot-cross Buns!
+
+    How do you do, neighbour?
+
+    How many miles is it to Babylon?
+
+    Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall
+
+    Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top
+
+    Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry
+
+    I am a gold lock
+
+    I do not like thee, Doctor Fell
+
+    If all the world were water
+
+    If I'd as much money as I could spend
+
+    I had a little castle
+
+    I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen
+
+    I had a little husband
+
+    I had a little moppet
+
+    I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
+
+    I had a little pony
+
+    I had four brothers over the sea
+
+    I have seen you, little mouse
+
+    I like little pussy, her coat is so warm
+
+    I'll tell you a story
+
+    I love my love with an A, because he's agreeable
+
+    I love you well, my little brother
+
+    In Egypt was a dragon dire
+
+    In marble walls as white as milk
+
+    I saw a ship a-sailing
+
+    I saw three ships come sailing by
+
+    Is John Smith within?
+
+    I will sing you a song
+
+    Jack and Jill went up the hill
+
+    Jack Jingle went 'prentice
+
+    Jack Sprat
+
+    Jack Sprat could eat no fat
+
+    Jack Sprat's pig
+
+    Jacky, come give me my fiddle
+
+    January brings the snow
+
+    Jenny Wren fell sick
+
+    Jocky was a piper's son
+
+    John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!
+
+    John Gilpin was a citizen
+
+    Johnny Pringle had a little pig
+
+    Johnny shall have a new bonnet
+
+    Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home
+
+    Lavender blue and rosemary green
+
+    "Let us go to the woods," says Richard to Robin
+
+    "Let us go to the wood," says this pig
+
+    Little Betty Blue
+
+    Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep
+
+    Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books
+
+    Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn
+
+    Little Jack Horner
+
+    Little Miss Muffet
+
+    Little Nancy Etticoat
+
+    Little Polly Flinders
+
+    Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree
+
+    Little Tommy Tittlemouse
+
+    Little Tom Tucker
+
+    London Bridge is broken down
+
+    Lucy Locket
+
+    Mary had a pretty bird
+
+    Mary, Mary, quite contrary
+
+    Master I have, and I am his man
+
+    Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring
+
+    Monday alone
+
+    Monday's bairn is fair of face
+
+    Multiplication is vexation
+
+    My father he died, but I can't tell you how
+
+    My lady Wind, my lady Wind
+
+    Needles and pins, needles and pins
+
+    Nose, nose, jolly red nose
+
+    Now what do you think
+
+    Oh, what have you got for dinner?
+
+    Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
+
+    Old King Cole
+
+    Old Mother Goose
+
+    Old Mother Hubbard
+
+    On Christmas Eve I turned the spit
+
+    One, he loves
+
+    One misty moisty morning
+
+    One old Oxford ox opening oysters
+
+    One, two, buckle my shoe
+
+    One, two, three, four, five
+
+    Over the water, and over the lea
+
+    Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+
+    Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold
+
+    Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper
+
+    Please to remember
+
+    Polly, put the kettle on
+
+    Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+
+    Punch and Judy
+
+    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
+
+    Pussy sits beside the fire
+
+    Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun
+
+    Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!
+
+    Rain, rain, go away
+
+    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross
+
+    Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride
+
+    Robert Barnes, fellow fine
+
+    Robin-a-Bobbin bent his bow
+
+    Robin the Bobbin, the big bouncing Ben
+
+    Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green
+
+    Rub-a-dub-dub
+
+    Says A, Give me a good large slice
+
+    See, Saw, Margery Daw
+
+    See-saw, sacaradown
+
+    Simple Simon met a pieman
+
+    Sing a song of sixpence
+
+    Six little mice sat down to spin
+
+    Snail, snail, come out of your hole
+
+    Solomon Grundy
+
+    St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain
+
+    Sukey, you shall be my wife
+
+    Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief
+
+    Tell-Tale-Tit
+
+    The cock's on the housetop
+
+    The cuckoo's a fine bird
+
+    The Dog will come when he is called
+
+    The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
+
+    The fox and his wife they had a great strife
+
+    The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain
+
+    The Hart he loves the high wood
+
+    The King of France went up the hill
+
+    The lion and the unicorn
+
+    The man in the moon
+
+    The man in the wilderness asked me
+
+    The north wind doth blow
+
+    The Queen of Hearts
+
+    The rose is red, the violet blue
+
+    There once were two cats
+
+    There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile
+
+    There was a jolly miller
+
+    There was a jovial beggar
+
+    There was a lady loved a swine
+
+    There was a little boy and a little girl
+
+    There was a little boy went into a barn
+
+    There was a little Guinea-pig
+
+    There was a little man
+
+    There was a little man, and he had a little gun
+
+    There was a little woman, as I've been told
+
+    There was a man, and he had naught
+
+    There was a man of Newington
+
+    There was a monkey climb'd up a tree
+
+    There was a piper had a cow
+
+    There was an old woman, and what do you think?
+
+    There was an old woman, as I've heard tell
+
+    There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all
+
+    There was an old woman had three sons
+
+    There was an old woman lived under a hill
+
+    There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
+
+    There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
+
+    There were three jovial Welshmen
+
+    There were two blackbirds
+
+    There's a neat little clock
+
+    Thirty days hath September
+
+    This is the death of little Jenny Wren
+
+    This is the house that Jack built
+
+    This is the way the ladies ride
+
+    This little pig went to market
+
+    Three blind mice, see how they run!
+
+    Three children sliding on the ice
+
+    Three little kittens
+
+    Three wise men of Gotham
+
+    Tinker, tailor
+
+    Tit, tat, toe
+
+    To market, to market, to buy a plum bun
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son
+
+    Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee
+
+    Twinkle, twinkle, little star
+
+    Two legs sat upon three legs
+
+    Two little kittens, one stormy night
+
+    Up hill and down dale
+
+    Upon St. Paul's steeple
+
+    Wash me and comb me
+
+    We are three brethren out of Spain
+
+    Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
+
+    What are little boys made of, made of?
+
+    What is the news of the day?
+
+    When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist
+
+    When good King Arthur ruled this land
+
+    When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself
+
+    When I was a little boy
+
+    When little Fred
+
+    When the wind is in the east
+
+    "Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
+
+    Where have you been all the day?
+
+    Where should a baby rest?
+
+    Who killed Cock Robin?
+
+    Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+
+    "Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly
+
+    Yankee Doodle went to town
+
+    Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see
+
+    Young Lambs to sell!
+
+
+
+
+    National Rhymes of the Nursery
+
+
+  _Old King Cole_
+
+    Old King Cole
+    Was a merry old soul,
+    And a merry old soul was he;
+    He called for his pipe,
+    And he called for his bowl,
+    And he called for his fiddlers three.
+
+    Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
+    And a very fine fiddle had he;
+    Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
+    Oh, there's none so rare,
+    As can compare
+    With King Cole and his fiddlers three!
+
+
+  _Lock and Key_
+
+    I am a gold lock.
+    I am a gold key.
+    I am a silver lock.
+    I am a silver key.
+    I am a brass lock.
+    I am a brass key.
+    I am a lead lock.
+    I am a lead key.
+    I am a monk lock.
+    I am a monk key!
+
+
+  _The days of the month_
+
+    Thirty days hath September,
+    April, June, and November;
+    February has twenty-eight alone,
+    All the rest have thirty-one,
+    Excepting leap-year, that's the time
+    When February's days are twenty-nine.
+
+    [Illustration: THE LION AND THE UNICORN.]
+
+    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,
+      And some gave them brown;
+    Some gave them plum-cake,
+      And sent them out of town.
+
+    [Illustration: My Lady Wind]
+
+    My lady Wind, my lady Wind,
+    Went round about the house to find
+      A chink to get her foot in:
+    She tried the key-hole in the door,
+    She tried the crevice in the floor,
+      And drove the chimney soot in.
+
+    And then one night when it was dark,
+    She blew up such a tiny spark,
+      That all the house was pothered:
+    From it she raised up such a flame,
+    As flamed away to Belting Lane,
+      And White Cross folks were smothered.
+
+    And thus when once, my little dears,
+    A whisper reaches itching ears,
+      The same will come, you'll find:
+    Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
+    Remember what old nurse has sung
+      Of busy lady Wind!
+
+    [Illustration: WHEN GOOD KING ARTHUR RULED THIS LAND]
+
+    When good King Arthur ruled this land,
+      He was a goodly king;
+    He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
+      To make a bag-pudding.
+
+    A bag-pudding the king did make,
+      And stuff'd it well with plums:
+    And in it put great lumps of fat,
+      As big as my two thumbs.
+
+    The king and queen did eat thereof,
+      And noblemen beside;
+    And what they could not eat that night,
+      The queen next morning fried.
+
+
+  _There was a monkey_
+
+    There was a monkey climb'd up a tree,
+    When he fell down, then down fell he.
+
+    There was a crow sat on a stone,
+    When he was gone, then there was none.
+
+    There was an old wife did eat an apple,
+    When she had ate two, she had ate a couple.
+
+    There was a horse going to the mill,
+    When he went on, he stood not still.
+
+    There was a butcher cut his thumb,
+    When it did bleed, then blood did come.
+
+    There was a lackey ran a race,
+    When he ran fast, he ran apace.
+
+    There was a cobbler clowting shoon,
+    When they were mended, they were done.
+
+    There was a chandler making candle,
+    When he them strip, he did them handle.
+
+    There was a navy went into Spain,
+    When it return'd, it came again.
+
+
+  _John Cook_
+
+    John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!
+    Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare: he, haw, hum!
+
+    John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!
+    And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!
+
+    John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!
+    His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!
+
+    The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!
+    If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!
+
+
+  _A diller, a dollar_
+
+    A diller, a dollar,
+    A ten o'clock scholar,
+    What makes you come so soon?
+    You used to come at ten o'clock,
+    But now you come at noon.
+
+    [Illustration: PLEASE TO REMEMBER]
+
+    Please to remember
+    The fifth of November,
+      Gunpowder treason and plot;
+    I know no reason
+    Why gunpowder treason
+      Should ever be forgot.
+
+
+  _I love my love_
+
+    I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable.
+    I hate him because he's Avaricious.
+    He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,
+    And treated me with Apples.
+    His name's Andrew,
+    And he lives at Arlington.
+
+    (_This can be continued through the alphabet._)
+
+
+  _There was an old woman, as I've heard tell_
+
+    There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,
+    She went to market her eggs for to sell;
+    She went to market all on a market-day,
+    And she fell asleep on the king's highway.
+
+    There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,
+    He cut her petticoats all round about;
+    He cut her petticoats up to the knees,
+    Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.
+
+    When this little woman first did wake,
+    She began to shiver and she began to shake,
+    She began to wonder and she began to cry,
+    "Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!
+
+    "But if it be I, as I do hope it be,
+    I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;
+    If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,
+    And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."
+
+    Home went the little woman all in the dark,
+    Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;
+    He began to bark, so she began to cry,
+    "Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"
+
+
+  _Little Robin Redbreast_
+
+    Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
+    Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;
+    Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;
+    Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
+    Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,
+    Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,
+    Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?
+    Pussy cat said  "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.
+
+
+  _St. Swithin's Day_
+
+    St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,
+    For forty days it will remain:
+    St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,
+    For forty days 'twill rain na mair.
+
+
+  _Higgledy piggledy_
+
+    Higgledy piggledy
+      Here we lie,
+    Pick'd and pluck'd,
+      And put in a pie.
+    My first is snapping, snarling, growling.
+    My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.
+    Higgledy; piggledy
+      Here we lie,
+    Pick'd and pluck'd,
+    And put in a pie. (_currant_)
+
+
+  _Little Tommy Tittlemouse_
+
+    Little Tommy Tittlemouse
+    Lived in a little house;
+    He caught fishes
+    In other men's ditches.
+
+    [Illustration: LITTLE TOMMY TITTLE MOUSE.]
+
+
+  _Gay go up_
+
+    Gay go up and gay go down,
+    To ring the bells of London town.
+
+    Bull's eyes and targets,
+    Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
+
+    Brickbats and tiles,
+    Say the bells of St. Giles'.
+
+    Halfpence and farthings,
+    Say the bells of St. Martin's.
+
+    Oranges and lemons,
+    Say the bells of St. Clement's.
+
+    Pancakes and fritters,
+    Say the bells of St. Peter's.
+
+    Two sticks and an apple,
+    Say the bells at Whitechapel.
+
+    Old Father Baldpate,
+    Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
+
+    You owe me ten shillings,
+    Say the bells at St. Helen's.
+
+    Pokers and tongs,
+    Say the bells at St. John's.
+
+    Kettles and pans,
+    Say the bells at St. Ann's.
+
+    When will you pay me?
+    Say the bells at Old Bailey.
+
+    When I grow rich,
+    Say the bells at Shoreditch.
+
+    Pray when will that be?
+    Say the bells of Stepney.
+
+    I am sure I don't know,
+    Says the great bell at Bow.
+
+    Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
+    And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
+
+
+  _Peter Piper_
+
+    Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;
+    A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;
+    If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,
+    Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?
+
+
+  _Three children_
+
+    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 drown'd.
+
+    You parents all that children have,
+      And you that have got none,
+    If you would have them safe abroad,
+      Pray keep them safe at home.
+
+    [Illustration: HUMPTY DUMPTY.]
+
+    Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall,
+    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
+    All the king's horses and all the king's men
+    Cannot put Humpty Dumpty together again.
+
+
+  _London Bridge_
+
+    London Bridge is broken down,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    London Bridge is broken down,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    How shall we build it up again?
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    How shall we build it up again?
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Silver and gold will be stole away,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Silver and gold will be stole away,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Build it up again with iron and steel,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Build it up with iron and steel,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Iron and steel will bend and bow,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Iron and steel will bend and bow,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Build it up with wood and clay,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Build it up with wood and clay,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Wood and clay will wash away,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Wood and clay will wash away,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    Build it up with stone so strong,
+      Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
+    Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+    [Illustration: ELSIE MARLEY]
+
+    Elsie Marley is grown so fine,
+    She won't get up to serve the swine,
+    But lies in bed till eight or nine,
+    And surely she does take her time.
+
+    And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
+    The wife who sells the barley, honey;
+    She won't get up to serve her swine,
+    And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
+
+
+  _There was a little boy_
+
+    There was a little boy and a little girl
+      Lived in an alley;
+    Says the little boy to the little girl,
+      "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
+
+    Says the little girl to the little boy,
+      "What shall we do?"
+    Says the little boy to the little girl,
+      "I will kiss you."
+
+
+  _How many miles_
+
+    How many miles is it to Babylon?--
+    Threescore miles and ten.
+    Can I get there by candle-light?--
+    Yes, and back again!
+    If your heels are nimble and light,
+    You may get there by candle-light.
+
+
+  _Curly locks_
+
+    Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
+    Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
+    But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
+    And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
+
+    [Illustration: CURLY LOCKS! CURLY LOCKS!]
+
+
+  _Four brothers over the sea_
+
+    I had four brothers over the sea,
+        Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
+    And they each sent a present unto me,
+        Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,
+        Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
+
+    The first sent a chicken, without any bones;
+    The second sent a cherry, without any stones.
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    The third sent a book, which no man could read;
+    The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread.
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    How could there be a chicken without any bones?
+    How could there be a cherry without any stones?
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    How could there be a book which no man could read?
+    How could there be a blanket without a thread?
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones;
+    When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones.
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+    When the book's in ye press no man it can read;
+    When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread.
+
+                                       Petrum, &c.
+
+
+  _Two, three, and four legs_
+
+    Two legs sat upon three legs,
+    With one leg in his lap;
+
+    In comes four legs,
+    And runs away with one leg.
+
+    Up jumps two legs,
+    Catches up three legs,
+
+    Throws it after four legs,
+    And makes him bring back one leg.
+
+
+  _The dove and the wren_
+
+    The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
+    I can scarce maintain two.
+    Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,
+    And keep them all like gentlemen!
+
+
+  _A puzzle_
+
+    Have you seen the old woman of Banbury Cross,
+    Who rode to the fair on the top of her horse?
+    And since her return she still tells, up and down,
+    Of the wonderful lady she saw when in town.
+    She has a small mirror in each of her eyes,
+    And her nose is a bellows of minnikin size;
+    There's a neat little drum fix'd in each of her ears,
+    Which beats a tattoo to whatever she hears.
+    She has in each jaw a fine ivory mill,
+    And day after day she keeps grinding it still.
+    Both an organ and flute in her small throat are placed,
+    And they are played by a steam engine worked in her breast.
+    But the wonder of all, in her mouth it is said,
+    She keeps a loud bell that might waken the dead;
+    And so frightened the woman, and startled the horse,
+    That they galloped full speed back to Banbury Cross.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Long legs, crooked thighs,
+    Little head and no eyes. (_a pair of tongs_)
+
+
+  _Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake_
+
+    Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
+    Make me a cake, as fast as you can:
+
+    Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
+    Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
+
+
+    Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!
+    Come, my ladies, come and buy;
+    Else your babies they will cry.
+
+
+  _The man in the wilderness_
+
+    The man in the wilderness asked me,
+    How many strawberries grew in the sea?
+    I answered him, as I thought good,
+    As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
+
+
+  _One old Oxford ox_
+
+    One old Oxford ox opening oysters;
+    Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tedsbury;
+    Three thick thumping tigers tickling trout;
+    Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;
+    Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;
+    Six sportsmen shooting snipes;
+    Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;
+    Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;
+    Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;
+    Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinder-boxes with ten tenpenny
+        tacks;
+    Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;
+    Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.
+
+
+  _I like little pussy_
+
+    I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
+    And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
+    So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
+    But pussy and I very gently will play.
+
+    [Illustration: THERE WAS A MAN OF NEWINGTON]
+
+    There was a man of Newington,
+      And he was wond'rous wise,
+    He jump'd into a quickset hedge,
+      And scratch'd out both his eyes:
+    But when he saw his eyes were out,
+      With all his might and main
+    He jump'd into another hedge,
+      And scratch'd 'em in again.
+
+
+  _There was a little Guinea-pig_
+
+    There was a little Guinea-pig,
+    Who, being little, was not big;
+    He always walked upon his feet,
+    And never fasted when he eat.
+
+    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 vi'lent,
+    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.
+
+
+  _Little Miss Muffet_
+
+    Little Miss Muffet,
+      She sat on a tuffet,
+      Eating of curds and whey;
+
+      There came a spider,
+      And sat down beside her,
+    And frightened Miss Muffet away.
+
+
+  _The house that Jack built_
+
+    This is the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the man all tattered and torn,
+    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
+    That married the man all tattered and torn,
+    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
+    That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+    That married the man all tattered and torn,
+    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+    This is the farmer sowing his corn,
+    That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
+    That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
+    That married the man all tattered and torn,
+    That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
+    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
+    That tossed the dog,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt
+    That lay the house that Jack built.
+
+
+  _Handy-Spandy_
+
+    Handy-Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,
+    Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy.
+    He bought some at a grocer's shop,
+    And pleased, away he went, hop, hop, hop.
+
+
+  _Doctor Foster_
+
+    Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,
+    In a shower of rain;
+
+    He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,
+    And never went there again.
+
+
+  _Little Boy Blue_
+
+    Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
+    The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
+    Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
+    He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.
+    Will you wake him?  No, not I;
+    For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.
+
+    [Illustration: "HE'S UNDER THE HAY-COCK FAST ASLEEP."]
+
+
+  _As I was going to St. Ives_
+
+    As I was going to St. Ives,
+    I met a man with seven wives,
+    Every wife had seven sacks,
+    Every sack had seven cats,
+    Every cat had seven kits:
+    Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
+    How many were there going to St. Ives?
+
+
+  _Cushy cow bonny_
+
+    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 wilt let down thy milk to me.
+
+
+  _A carrion crow_
+
+    A carrion crow sat on an oak,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    Watching a tailor shape his coat;
+      Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+    Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    That I may shoot yon carrion crow;
+      Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+
+    The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    And shot his own sow quite through the heart;
+      Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
+
+
+  _Jack Sprat_
+
+    Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
+    His wife could eat no lean;
+
+    And so, betwixt them both, [you see]
+    They licked the platter clean.
+
+
+  _The Cuckoo_
+
+    The cuckoo's a fine bird,
+      He sings as he flies;
+    He brings us good tidings.
+      He tells us no lies.
+
+    He sucks little birds' eggs,
+      To make his voice clear;
+    And when he sings "cuckoo!"
+      The summer is near.
+
+
+  _Five toes_
+
+    1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig;
+    2. "What to do there?" says that pig;
+    3. "To look for mother," says this pig;
+    4. "What to do with her?" says that pig;
+    5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.
+
+
+  _One misty moisty_
+
+    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!
+
+
+  _My father he died_
+
+    My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
+    He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom,
+
+    I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,
+    I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+    I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
+    I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half;
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+    I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
+    A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+    I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;
+    He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys buble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+
+  _For every evil under the sun_
+
+    For every evil under the sun,
+    There is a remedy, or there is none.
+    If there be one, seek till you find it;
+    If there be none, never mind it.
+
+    [Illustration: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THE DAY?]
+
+    "Where have you been all the day,
+      My boy Tammy?"
+    "I've been all the day,
+    Courting of a lady gay:
+    But oh! she's too young
+    To be taken from her mammy."
+
+    "What Work can she do,
+      My boy Tammy?
+    Can she bake and can she brew,
+      My boy Tammy?"
+
+    "She can brew and she can bake,
+    And she can make our wedding cake;
+    But oh! she's too young
+    To be taken from her mammy."
+
+    "What age may she be?
+    What age may she be?
+      My boy Tammy?"
+
+    "Twice two, twice seven,
+    Twice ten, twice eleven:
+    But oh! she's too young
+    To be taken from her mammy."
+
+
+  _Girls and boys, come out to play_
+
+    Girls and boys, come out to play,
+    The moon doth shine as bright as day;
+    Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
+    And come with your playfellows into the street.
+    Come with a whoop, come with a call,
+    Come with a good will or not at all.
+    Up the ladder and down the wall,
+    A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
+    You find milk, and I'll find flour,
+    And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour.
+
+
+  _A man of words and not of deeds_
+
+    A man of words and not of deeds,
+    Is like a garden full of weeds;
+    And when the weeds begin to grow,
+    It's like a garden full of snow;
+    And when the snow begins to fall,
+    It's like a bird upon the wall;
+    And when the bird away does fly,
+    It's like an eagle in the sky;
+    And when the sky begins to roar,
+    It's like a lion at the door;
+    And when the door begins to crack,
+    It's like a stick across your back;
+    And when your back begins to smart,
+    It's like a penknife in your heart;
+    And when your heart begins to bleed,
+    You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
+
+
+  _Come, let's to bed_
+
+    Come, let's to bed,
+    Says Sleepy-head;
+    Tarry a while, says Slow.
+    Put on the pan,
+    Says Greedy Nan,
+    Let's sup before we go.
+
+
+  _If I'd as much money as I could spend_
+
+    If I'd as much money as I could spend,
+    I never would cry old chairs to mend;
+    Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
+    I never would cry old chairs to mend.
+    If I'd as much money as I could tell,
+    I never would cry old clothes to sell;
+    Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
+    I never would cry old clothes to sell.
+
+
+  _Little Bo-peep_
+
+    Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
+      And cannot tell where to find them;
+    Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+      And bring their tails behind them.
+
+    Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+      And dreamt she heard them bleating;
+    But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
+      For still they were 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 all their tails behind 'em.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    A, B, C, tumble down D,
+    The cat's in the cupboard, and can't see me.
+
+    [Illustration: LITTLE BO-PEEP.]
+
+
+  _The Toad and Frog_
+
+    "Croak!" said the Toad, "I'm hungry, I think,
+    To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;
+    I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,
+    And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails."
+    "Ho, ho!" quoth the Frog, "is that what you mean?
+    Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,
+    There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,
+    And then I shall have a good dinner like you."
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    There was an old woman lived under a hill,
+    And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
+
+
+  _When a Twister a twisting_
+
+    When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;
+    For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;
+    But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,
+    The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.
+
+    Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,
+    He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine;
+    Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,
+    He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.
+
+    The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,
+    As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:
+    'Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,
+    He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.
+
+
+  _Little Tom Tucker_
+
+    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?
+
+
+  _Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross_
+
+    Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
+    To see a fine lady upon a white horse,
+    Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
+    She shall make music wherever she goes.
+
+
+  _There were two blackbirds_
+
+    There were two blackbirds
+        Sitting on a hill,
+    The one named Jack,
+        The other named Jill;
+      Fly away, Jack!
+      Fly away, Jill!
+      Come again, Jack!
+      Come again, Jill!
+
+
+  _Hark, hark, the dogs do bark_
+
+    Hark, hark,
+      The dogs do bark,
+    Beggars are coming to town:
+        Some in jags,
+        Some in rags,
+    And some in velvet gowns.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    See, see! what shall I see?
+    A horse's head where his tail should be.
+
+
+  _Over the water, and over the lea_
+
+    Over the water, and over the lea,
+    And over the water to Charley,
+    Charley loves good ale and wine,
+    And Charley loves good brandy,
+    And Charley loves a pretty girl,
+    As sweet as sugar-candy.
+
+    Over the water, and over the sea,
+    And over the water to Charley,
+    I'll have none of your nasty beef,
+    Nor I'll have none of your barley;
+    But I'll have some of your very best flour;
+    To make a white cake for my Charley.
+
+
+  _Tom, Tom, the piper's son_
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+    Stole a pig, and away he run!
+    The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
+    And Tom went roaring down the street.
+
+    [Illustration: "Stole a pig and away he run."]
+
+
+  _Daffy-Down-Dilly_
+
+    Daffy-Down-Dilly has come up to town,
+    In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
+
+
+  _A little cock sparrow_
+
+    A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
+    And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he;
+    A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
+    And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he.
+
+    A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
+    Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow,
+    A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow
+    Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow.
+
+    "This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew,
+    And his giblets shall make me a little pie too."
+    "Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I _won't_ make a stew."
+    So he flapped his wings and away he flew!
+
+
+  _Charley, Charley_
+
+    Charley Charley, stole the barley
+      Out of the baker's shop;
+    The baker came out, and gave him a clout,
+      And made poor Charley hop.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman, and what do you think?_
+
+    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;
+    Yet this little old woman could never keep quiet.
+    She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,
+    And when she came home her old husband was dead;
+    She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
+    And when she came back her old husband was well.
+
+
+  _Up hill and down dale_
+
+    Up hill and down dale;
+    Butter is made in every vale;
+    And if that Nancy Cook
+    Is a good girl,
+    She shall have a spouse,
+    And make butter anon,
+    Before her old grandmother
+    Grows a young man.
+
+
+  _A swarm of bees_
+
+    A swarm of bees in May
+    Is worth a load of hay;
+    A swarm of bees in June
+    Is worth a silver spoon;
+    A swarm of bees in July
+    Is not worth a fly.
+
+
+  _A was an archer_
+
+    A was an archer, and shot at a frog,
+    B was a butcher, and had a great dog.
+    C was a captain, all covered with lace,
+    D was a drunkard, and had a red face.
+    E was an esquire, with pride on his brow,
+    F was a farmer, and followed the plough.
+    G was a gamester, who had but ill luck,
+    H was a hunter, and hunted a buck.
+    I was an innkeeper, who loved to bouse,
+    J was a joiner, and built up a house.
+    K was King William, once governed this land,
+    L was a lady, who had a white hand.
+    M was a miser, and hoarded up gold,
+    N was a nobleman, gallant and bold.
+    O was an oyster wench, and went about town,
+    P was a parson, and wore a black gown.
+    Q was a queen, who was fond of good flip,
+    R was a robber, and wanted a whip.
+    S was a sailor, and spent all he got,
+    T was a tinker, and mended a pot.
+    U was an usurer, a miserable elf,
+    V was a vintner, who drank all himself.
+    W was a watchman, and guarded the door,
+    X was expensive, and so became poor.
+    Y was a youth, that did not love school,
+    Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool.
+
+    [Illustration: A TO Z.]
+
+
+  _Pease-porridge hot_
+
+    Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,
+    Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.
+    Some like it hot, some like it cold,
+    Some like it in the pot, nine days old.
+
+
+  _Merry are the bells_
+
+    Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,
+    Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
+    With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
+    And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
+
+    Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose,
+    Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;
+    Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+    With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+    Merry have we met, and merry have we been,
+    Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
+    With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
+    And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
+
+
+  _Ride Away_
+
+    Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride,
+    And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side;
+    And he shall have little dog tied to the other;
+    And Johnny shall ride to see his grandmother.
+
+    [Illustration: I'LL TELL YOU A STORY]
+
+      I'll tell you a story
+      About Jack a Nory,--
+    And now my story's begun:
+      I'll tell you another
+      About Jack his brother,--
+    And now my story's done.
+
+
+  _Solomon Grundy_
+
+    Solomon Grundy,
+    Born on a Monday,
+    Christened on Tuesday,
+    Married on Wednesday,
+    Took ill on Thursday,
+    Worse on Friday,
+    Died on Saturday,
+    Buried on Sunday:
+    This is the end
+    Of Solomon Grundy.
+
+
+  _Hey! diddle, diddle_
+
+    Hey! diddle, diddle,
+    The cat and  the fiddle,
+
+    The cow jumped over the moon;
+
+    The little dog laughed
+    To see such sport,
+
+    And the dish ran away with the spoon.
+
+    [Illustration: BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP]
+
+    Baa, baa, black sheep,
+      Have you any wool?
+    Yes, little master,
+      Three bags full
+
+    One for my master,
+      And one for my dame,
+    And one for the little boy
+      Who lives in our lane.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman tossed up in a basket_
+
+    There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
+      Seventy times as high as the moon;
+    Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
+      For in her hand she carried a broom.
+
+    "Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,
+      "Where are you going to up so high?"
+    "To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"
+      "Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."
+
+    [Illustration: "O WHITHER, O WHITHER, O WHITHER, SO HIGH?"]
+
+
+  _Taffy was a Welshman_
+
+    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 was not at home;
+    Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.
+
+    I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;
+    Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;
+    I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,
+    I took the marrow bone and flung it at his head.
+
+
+  _This is the way the ladies ride_
+
+    This is the way the ladies ride;
+        Tri, tre, tre, tree,
+        Tri, tre, tre, tree!
+    This is the way the ladies ride,
+        Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!
+
+    This is the way the gentlemen ride;
+        Gallop-a-trot,
+        Gallop-a-trot!
+    This is the way the gentlemen ride,
+        Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
+
+    This is the way the farmers ride;
+        Hobbledy-hoy,
+        Hobbledy-hoy!
+    This is the way the farmers ride,
+        Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!
+
+
+  _Jack and Jill_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _Master I have, and I am his man_
+
+    Master I have, and I am his man,
+      Gallop a dreary dun;
+    Master I have, and I am his man,
+    And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;
+    With a heighty gaily gamberally,
+      Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
+      Gallop a dreary dun.
+
+
+  _Little Bob Snooks_
+
+    Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books,
+      And loved by his usher and master:
+    But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye,
+      And carries his nose in a plaster.
+
+
+  _There was a man, and he had naught_
+
+    There was a man, and he had naught,
+      And robbers came to rob him;
+    He crept up to the chimney pot,
+      And then they thought they had him.
+
+    But he got down on t'other side,
+      And then they could not find him;
+    He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
+      And never looked behind him.
+
+
+  _Where are you going_
+
+    "Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
+    "I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.
+    "May I go with you, my pretty maid?"
+    "You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.
+    "What is your father, my pretty maid?"
+    "My father's a farmer, sir," she said.
+    "What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"
+    "My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
+    "Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"
+    "Nobody asked you, sir!" she said.
+
+    [Illustration: WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO MY PRETTY MAID?]
+
+
+  _Hush-a-bye_
+
+    Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
+    When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
+    When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
+    Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
+
+
+  _Poor old Robinson Crusoe_
+
+    Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+    Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+    They made him a coat
+    Of an old nanny goat,
+      I wonder how they could do so!
+    With a ring a ting tang,
+    And a ring a ting tang,
+      Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
+
+
+  _Queen Anne, Queen Anne_
+
+    Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun,
+    As fair as a lily, as white as a wand
+    I send you three letters, and pray read one,
+    You must read one, if you can't read all,
+    So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.
+
+
+  _The Spider and the Fly_
+
+    "Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly,--
+    "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
+    The way into my parlour is up a winding stair;
+    And I have many curious things to show you when you're there."
+    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain;
+    For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
+
+    "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
+    Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly.
+    "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and
+        thin;
+    And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
+    "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "for I've often heard it said,
+    They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
+
+    Said the cunning spider to the fly--"Dear friend, what can I do
+    To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you?
+    I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice;
+    I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?"
+    "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be;
+    I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."
+
+    "Sweet creature," said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
+    How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
+    I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
+    If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
+    "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to
+        say,
+    And bidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day."
+
+    The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
+    For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again;
+    So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
+    And set his table ready, to dine upon the fly.
+    Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,--
+    "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
+    Your robes are green and purple--there's a crest upon your head!
+    Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"
+
+    Alas! alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
+    Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
+    With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
+    Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, her green and purple hue--
+    Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing! At last,
+    Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast!
+    He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
+    Within his little parlour--but she ne'er came out again!
+
+    And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
+    To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you, ne'er give heed;
+    Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye.
+    And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
+
+
+  _Rain, rain, go away_
+
+    Rain, rain, go away,
+    Come again another day;
+    Little Susy wants to play.
+
+
+  _As the days_
+
+    As the days grow longer
+    The storms grow stronger.
+
+
+  _Bessy Bell and Mary Gray_
+
+    Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
+      They were two bonny lasses:
+    They built their house upon the lea,
+      And covered it with rashes.
+
+    Bessy kept the garden gate,
+      And Mary kept the pantry:
+    Bessy always had to wait,
+      While Mary lived in plenty.
+
+
+  _Jack Sprat's pig_
+
+    Jack Sprat's pig,
+    He was not very little,
+    Nor yet very big;
+    He was not very lean,
+    He was not very fat;
+    He'll do well for a grunt,
+    Says little Jack Sprat.
+
+
+  _Needles and Pins_
+
+    Needles and pins, needles and pins,
+    When a man marries his trouble begins.
+
+
+  _The Song of Five Toes_
+
+    1. This little pig went to market;
+    2. This little pig stayed at home,
+    3. This little pig had roast beef;
+    4. This little pig had none;
+    5. This little pig said, wee, wee, wee!
+          I can't find my way home.
+
+
+  _Apple-Pie Alphabet_
+
+    A was an apple-pie;
+    B bit it;
+    C cut it;
+    D dealt it;
+    E eat it;
+    F fought for it;
+    G got it;
+    H had it;
+    J joined it;
+    K kept it;
+    L longed for it;
+    M mourned for it;
+    N nodded at it;
+    O opened it;
+    P peeped in it;
+    Q quartered it;
+    R ran for it;
+    S stole it;
+    T took it;
+    V viewed it;
+    W wanted it;
+    X, Y, and Z all wished a piece of it.
+
+
+  _Bat, bat_
+
+    Bat, bat,
+      Come under my hat,
+    And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
+
+      And when I bake,
+      I'll give you a cake,
+    If I am not mistaken.
+
+
+  _Old Mother Goose_
+
+    Old Mother Goose, when
+    She wanted to wander
+    Would ride through the air
+    On a very fine gander.
+
+    Mother Goose had a house,
+    'Twas built in a wood,
+    Where an owl at the door
+    For sentinel stood.
+
+    She had a son Jack,
+    A plain-looking lad,
+    He is not very good,
+    Nor yet very bad.
+
+    She sent him to market,
+    A live goose he bought,
+    "Here, mother," says he,
+    "It will not go for nought."
+
+    Jack's goose and her gander,
+    Grew very fond;
+    They'd both eat together,
+    Or swim in one pond.
+
+    Jack found one morning,
+    As I have been told,
+    His goose had laid him
+    An egg of pure gold.
+
+    Jack ran to his mother,
+    The news for to tell,
+    She called him a good boy,
+    And said it was well.
+
+    Jack sold his gold egg
+    To a rogue of a Jew,
+    Who cheated him out of
+    The half of his due.
+
+    Then Jack went a courting,
+    A lady so gay,
+    As fair as the lily,
+    And sweet as the May.
+
+    The Jew and the Squire
+    Came behind his back,
+    And began to belabour
+    The sides of poor Jack,
+
+    Then old Mother Goose,
+    That instant came in,
+    And turned her son Jack
+    Into famed Harlequin.
+
+    She then with her wand,
+    Touched the lady so fine,
+    And turned her at once
+    Into sweet Columbine.
+
+    The gold egg into the sea
+    Was thrown then,--
+    When Jack jumped in,
+    And got the egg back again.
+
+    The Jew got the goose,
+    Which he vowed he would kill,
+    Resolving at once
+    His pockets to fill.
+
+    Jack's mother came in,
+    And caught the goose soon,
+    And mounting its back,
+    Flew up to the moon.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,
+    All begins with A.
+
+
+  _Early to bed_
+
+    Early to bed, and early to rise,
+    Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
+
+
+  _When little Fred_
+
+        When little Fred
+        Was called to bed,
+    He always acted right;
+        He kissed Mamma,
+        And then Papa,
+    And wished them all good-night.
+
+        He made no noise,
+        Like naughty boys
+    But gently upstairs
+        Directly went,
+        When he was sent,
+    And always said his prayers.
+
+
+  _Sing a Song of Sixpence_
+
+    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;
+    Was not that a dainty dish,
+      To set before the king?
+
+    The king was in his counting-house
+      Counting out his money;
+    The queen was in the parlour
+      Eating bread and honey;
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+    The maid was in the garden
+      Hanging out the clothes,
+    Down came a blackbird,
+      And snapped off her nose.
+
+
+  _Old Mother Hubbard_
+
+    Old Mother Hubbard,
+    She 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 ale-house
+      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 him 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!"
+
+
+  _See-saw, sacaradown_
+
+    See-saw, sacaradown,
+    Which is the way to London town?
+    One foot up, the other down,
+    This is the way to London town.
+
+
+  _To market_
+
+    To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
+    Home again, home again, market is done.
+
+    [Illustration: Hector Protector]
+
+    Hector Protector was dressed all in green;
+    Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.
+
+    The Queen did not like him,
+    No more did the King:
+    So Hector Protector was sent back again.
+
+
+  _Is John Smith within?_
+
+    Is John Smith within?
+    Yes, that he is.
+    Can he set a shoe?
+    Ay, marry, two.
+    Here a nail, there a nail,
+    Now your horse is shoed.
+
+
+  _Johnny shall have a new bonnet_
+
+    Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
+      And Johnny shall go to the fair.
+    And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
+      To tie up his bonny brown hair.
+    And why may not I love Johnny?
+      And why may not Johnny love me?
+    And why may not I love Johnny
+      As well as another body?
+    And here's a leg for a stocking,
+      And here is a leg for a shoe,
+    And he has a kiss for his daddy,
+      And two for his mammy, I trow.
+    And why may not I love Johnny?
+      And why may not Johnny love me?
+    And why may not I love Johnny,
+      As well as another body?
+
+    [Illustration: I Saw a Ship a Sailing]
+
+    I saw a ship a-sailing.
+      A-sailing on the sea;
+    And it was full of pretty things
+      For baby and for me.
+
+    There were comfits in the cabin,
+      And apples in the hold;
+    The sails were all of velvet,
+      And the masts of beaten gold.
+
+    The four-and-twenty sailors
+      That stood between the decks,
+    Were four-and-twenty white mice,
+      With chains about their necks.
+
+    The captain was a duck,
+      With a packet on his back;
+    And when the ship began to move,
+      The captain said, "Quack! quack!"
+
+
+  _Nose, nose_
+
+    Nose, nose, jolly red nose;
+    And what gave thee that jolly red nose?
+    Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves,
+    And they gave me this jolly red nose.
+
+
+  _The King of France_
+
+    The King of France went up the hill,
+      With twenty thousand men;
+    The King of France came down the hill,
+      And ne'er went up again.
+
+    [Illustration: "Went up the hill."]
+
+    [Illustration: "Came down again!"]
+
+
+  _The Babes in the Wood_
+
+    A Gentleman of good account
+      In Norfolk dwelt of late,
+    Whose wealth and riches did surmount
+      Most men of his estate.
+
+    Sore sick he was, and like to die,
+      No help his life could save;
+    His wife by him as sick did lie,
+      And both were near the grave.
+
+    No love between these two was lost:
+      Each to the other kind;
+    In love they lived, in love they died,
+      And left two babes behind.
+
+    Now, if the children chanced to die,
+      Ere they to age should come,
+    Their uncle should possess their wealth!
+      For so the will did run.
+
+    "Now, brother," said the dying man,
+      "Look to my children dear;
+    Be good unto my boy and girl,
+      No friends else have they here."
+
+    Their parents being dead and gone,
+      The children home he takes,
+    And brings them both unto his house,
+      Where much of them he makes.
+
+    He had not kept those pretty babes
+      A twelvemonth and a day,
+    When, for their wealth, he did devise
+      To make them both away.
+
+    He bargained with two ruffians bold,
+      Who were of savage mood,
+    That they should take the children twain,
+      And slay them in a wood.
+
+    They prate and prattle pleasantly,
+      While riding on the way,
+    To those their wicked uncle hired,
+      These lovely babes to slay:
+
+    So that the pretty speech they had,
+      Made the ruffians' heart relent;
+    And they that took the deed to do,
+      Full sorely did repent.
+
+    Yet one of them, more hard of heart,
+      Did vow to do his charge,
+    Because the wretch that hired him
+      Had paid him very large.
+
+    The other would not agree thereto,
+      So here they fell at strife;
+    With one another they did fight,
+      About the children's life.
+
+    [Illustration: "WENT WANDERING UP AND DOWN."]
+
+    And he that was of milder mood
+      Did slay the other there,
+    Within an unfrequented wood,
+      The babes did quake for fear!
+
+    He took the children by the hand,
+      While they for bread complain:
+    "Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring ye bread,
+      When I do come again."
+
+    These pretty babes, with hand in hand,
+      Went wandering up and down;
+    But never more they saw the man
+      Approaching from the town.
+
+    Thus wandered these two pretty dears,
+      Till death did end their grief;
+    In one another's arms they died,
+      Poor babes! past all relief.
+
+    No burial these innocents
+      Of any man receives,
+    But Robin Redbreast lovingly
+      Did cover them with leaves.
+
+    The fellow that did take in hand
+      These children for to kill,
+    Was for a robbery judged to die,
+      As was God's blessed will:
+
+    And did confess the very truth,
+      The which is here expressed;
+    Their uncle died while he for debt
+      Did long in prison rest.
+
+
+  _Little Jack Horner_
+
+    Little Jack Horner
+        Sat in the corner
+    Eating a Christmas pie;
+        He put in his thumb,
+        And pulled out a plum,
+    And said, "What a good boy am I!"
+
+
+  _Bow, wow, says the dog_
+
+    Bow, wow, says the dog;
+      Mew, mew, says the cat;
+    Grunt, grunt, goes the hog;
+      And squeak goes the rat.
+
+    Chirp, chirp, says the sparrow;
+      Caw, caw, says the crow;
+    Quack, quack, says the duck;
+      And what cuckoos say, you know
+
+    So, with sparrows and cuckoos;
+      With rats and with dogs;
+    With ducks and with crows;
+      With cats and with hogs;
+
+    A fine song I have made,
+      To please you, my dear;
+    And if it's well sung,
+      'Twill be charming to hear.
+
+
+  _Tell-Tale-Tit_
+
+    Tell-Tale-Tit,
+        Your tongue shall be slit,
+        And all the little puppy dogs
+          Shall have a little bit.
+
+
+  _The Queen of Hearts_
+
+    The Queen of Hearts,
+    She made some tarts,
+      All on a summer's day;
+    The Knave of Hearts,
+    He stole those tarts,
+      And took them clean away.
+
+    [Illustration: "SHE MADE SOME TARTS."]
+
+      The King of Hearts
+      Called for the tarts,
+    And beat the Knave full sore;
+
+      The Knave of Hearts
+      Brought back the tarts,
+    And vowed he'd steal no more.
+
+
+  _The Champions of Christendom_
+
+    In Egypt was a dragon dire
+    With scales of steel, and breath of fire:
+    And Egypt's Princess fair and good
+    Was doomed to be the monster's food:
+    St. George this fearful dragon slew,
+    And for his wife gained Sebra true.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. Andrew, Scotland's famous knight
+    In deeds of valour took delight;
+    Maidens in grief and matrons grave
+    From insult he was wont to save.
+    For noble deeds he was renowned:
+    His fame did through the world resound.
+
+    St. Andrew fought, as we are told,
+    Against a host of warriors bold;
+    They viewed his strength with wonderment,
+    And yielding, in submission bent.
+    Defeated by his powerful rod,
+    They owned the greatness of his GOD.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. David, Welshman's Champion bold,
+    Preferred rude war to ease and gold:
+    He, fighting for his faith divine,
+    Unhorsed and slew Prince Palestine.
+    His Pagan followers stood in awe,
+    And worshipped heathen gods no more.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. Patrick, Ireland's valiant knight,
+    Did thirty robbers put to flight;
+    Rescued from them six ladies fair,
+    And then protected them with care.
+    Great fame and glory he acquired,
+    And as a holy priest expired.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. Dennis was the knight of France,
+    As brave as ever carried lance:
+    Fair fame he won: for he did free
+    A princess prisoned in a tree.
+    Fair Eglantine, once Thessaly's pride,
+    He saved and took to be his bride.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. James the Champion was of Spain,
+    His country's glory to maintain:
+    An angry boar, inflamed with rage,
+    This hero did in fight engage.
+    And since he slew the boar in strife,
+    He Celestine did gain as wife.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    St. Anthony, Italian knight,
+    His country's fame upheld in fight:
+    The giant Blanderon did place
+    In prison dark the Queen of Thrace;
+    St. Anthony the giant slew
+    And took as wife the princess true.
+
+
+  _There was a little man, and he had a little gun_
+
+    There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
+      And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.
+
+    He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig,
+      And knocked it off his head, head, head.
+
+
+  _I have seen you, little mouse_
+
+    I have seen you, little mouse,
+    Running all about the house,
+    Through the hole, your little eye
+    In the wainscot peeping sly,
+    Hoping soon some crumbs to steal,
+    To make quite a hearty meal.
+    Look before you venture out,
+    See if pussy is about,
+    If she's gone, you'll quickly run,
+    To the larder for some fun,
+    Round about the dishes creep,
+    Taking into each a peep,
+    To choose the daintiest that's there,
+    Spoiling things you do not care.
+
+
+  _As soft as silk_
+
+    As soft as silk, as white as milk,
+    As bitter as gall, a strong wall,
+    And a green coat covers me all.
+
+                     (_a walnut_)
+
+
+  _Barber barber_
+
+    Barber, barber, shave a pig,
+    How many hairs will make a wig?
+
+    "Four and twenty, that's enough"
+    Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
+
+
+  _Bryan O'Lin_
+
+    Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear
+    So he bought him a sheepskin and made him a pair.
+
+    With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in,
+    "Ah ha, that is warm!" said Bryan O'Lin.
+
+
+  _Mary had a pretty bird_
+
+    Mary had a pretty bird,
+      Feathers bright and yellow
+    Slender legs, upon my word,
+      He was a pretty fellow.
+    The sweetest notes he always sung,
+      Which much delighted Mary;
+    And near the cage she'd ever sit,
+      To hear her own canary.
+
+
+  _The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  "_We are three brethren out of Spain_"
+
+    "We are three brethren out of Spain,
+    Come to court your daughter Jane."
+    "My daughter Jane she is too young,
+    She has not learned her mother tongue."
+
+    "Be she young, or be she old,
+    For her beauty she must be sold,
+    So fare you well, my lady gay,
+    We'll call again another day."
+
+    "Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
+    And rub thy spurs till they be bright."
+    "Of my spurs take you no thought,
+    For in this land they were not bought.
+
+    "So fare you well, my lady gay,
+    We'll call again another day."
+
+    "Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight;
+    And take the fairest in your sight."
+    "The fairest maid that I can see,
+    Is pretty Nancy, come to me."
+
+    "Here comes your daughter, safe and sound,
+    Every pocket with a thousand pound,
+    Every pocket with a gay gold ring,
+    Please to take your daughter in."
+
+
+  _History of John Gilpin_
+
+    John Gilpin was a citizen
+      Of credit and renown,
+    A train-band captain eke was he,
+      Of famous London town.
+
+    John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
+      "Though wedded we have been
+    These twice ten tedious years, yet we
+      No holiday have seen.
+
+    "To-morrow is our wedding-day,
+      And we will then repair
+    Unto the 'Bell' at Edmonton,
+      All in a chaise and pair.
+
+    "My sister, and my sister's child,
+      Myself, and children three
+    Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
+      On horseback after we."
+
+    He soon replied, "I do admire
+      Of womankind but one,
+    And you are she, my dearest dear,
+      Therefore it shall be done.
+
+    "I am a linendraper bold,
+      As all the world doth know,
+    And my good friend the calender
+      Will lend his horse to go."
+
+    Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said;
+      And for that wine is dear,
+    We will be furnished with our own,
+      Which is both bright and clear."
+
+    John Gilpin kissed his losing wife,
+      O'erjoyed was he to find,
+    That though on pleasure she was bent,
+      She had a frugal mind.
+
+    The morning came, the chaise was brought,
+      But yet was not allowed
+    To drive up to the door, lest all
+      Should say that she was proud.
+
+    So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
+      Where they did all get in;
+    Six precious souls, and all agog
+      To dash through thick and thin.
+
+    Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
+      Were never folks so glad!
+    The stones did rattle underneath,
+      As if Cheapside were mad.
+
+    John Gilpin at his horse's side
+      Seized fast the flowing mane,
+    And up he got, in haste to ride,
+      But soon came down again.
+
+    For saddletree scarce reached had he,
+      His journey to begin,
+    When, turning round his head, he saw
+      Three customers come in.
+
+    So down he came; for loss of time,
+      Although it grieved him sore,
+    Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
+      Would trouble him much more.
+
+    'Twas long before the customers
+      Were suited to their mind,
+    When Betty screaming came downstairs,
+      "The wine is left behind!"
+
+    "Good lack!" quoth he, "yet bring it me,
+      My leathern belt likewise,
+    In which I bear my trusty sword
+      When I do exercise."
+
+    Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
+      Had two stone bottles found,
+    To hold the liquor that she loved,
+      And keep it safe and sound.
+
+    Each bottle had a curling ear,
+      Through which the belt he drew,
+    And hung a bottle on each side,
+      To make his balance true.
+
+    Then over all, that he might be
+      Equipped from top to toe,
+    His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,
+      He manfully did throw.
+
+    Now see him mounted once again
+      Upon his nimble steed,
+    Full slowly pacing o'er the stones,
+      With caution and good heed.
+
+    But finding soon a smoother road
+      Beneath his well-shod feet,
+    The snorting beast began to trot,
+      Which galled him in his seat.
+
+    "So, fair and softly!" John he cried,
+      But John he cried in vain;
+    That trot became a gallop soon,
+      In spite of curb and rein.
+
+    So stooping down, as needs he must
+      Who cannot sit upright,
+    He grasped the mane with both his hands,
+      And eke with all his might.
+
+    His horse, who never in that sort
+      Had handled been before,
+    What thing upon his back had got,
+      Did wonder more and more.
+
+    Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
+      Away went hat and wig;
+    He little dreamt, when he set out,
+      Of running such a rig.
+
+    The wind did blow, the cloak did fly
+      Like streamer long and gay,
+    Till, loop and button failing both,
+      At last it flew away.
+
+    Then might all people well discern
+      The bottles he had slung;
+    A bottle swinging at each side,
+      As hath been said or sung.
+
+    The dogs did bark, the children screamed.
+      Up flew the windows all;
+    And every soul cried out, "Well done!"
+      As loud as he could bawl.
+
+    Away went Gilpin--who but he?
+      His fame soon spread around:
+    "He carries weight! he rides a race!
+      'Tis for a thousand pound!"
+
+    And still as fast as he drew near,
+      'Twas wonderful to view
+    How in a trice the turnpike-men
+      Their gates wide open threw.
+
+    And now, as he went bowing down
+      His reeking head full low,
+    The bottles twain behind his back
+      Were shattered at a blow.
+
+    Down ran the wine into the road,
+      Most piteous to be seen,
+    Which made the horse's flanks to smoke
+      As they had basted been.
+
+    But still he seemed to carry weight,
+      With leathern girdle braced;
+    For all might see the bottle-necks
+      Still dangling at his waist.
+
+    Thus all through merry Islington
+      These gambols he did play,
+    Until he came unto the Wash
+      Of Edmonton so gay;
+
+    And there he threw the wash about
+      On both sides of the way,
+    Just like unto a trundling mop.
+      Or a wild goose at play.
+
+    At Edmonton his loving wife
+      From the balcony spied
+    Her tender husband, wondering much
+      To see how he did ride.
+
+    "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--Here's the house!"
+      They all at once did cry;
+    "The dinner waits, and we are tired,"
+      Said Gilpin--"So am I!"
+
+    But yet his horse was not a whit
+      Inclined to tarry there;
+    For why?--his owner had a house
+      Full ten miles off, at Ware.
+
+    So like an arrow swift he flew,
+      Shot by an archer strong;
+    So did he fly--which brings me to
+      The middle of my song.
+
+    Away went Gilpin out of breath
+      And sore against his will,
+    Till at his friend the calender's.
+      His horse at last stood still.
+
+    The calender, amazed to see
+      His neighbour in such trim,
+    Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
+      And thus accosted him:
+
+    "What news? what news? your tidings tell;
+      Tell me you must and shall--
+    Say why bareheaded you are come,
+      Or why you come at all?"
+
+    Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
+      And loved a timely joke;
+    And thus unto the calender
+      In merry guise he spoke:
+
+    "I came because your horse would come:
+      And, if I well forebode,
+    My hat and wig will soon be here,
+      They are upon the road."
+
+    The calender, right glad to find
+      His friend in merry pin,
+    Returned him not a single word,
+      But to the house went in;
+
+    Whence straight he came with hat and wig,
+      A wig that flowed behind,
+    A hat not much the worse for wear,
+      Each comely in its kind.
+
+    He held them up, and in his turn
+      Thus showed his ready wit,
+    "My head is twice as big as yours,
+      They therefore needs must fit.
+
+    "But let me scrape the dirt away,
+      That hangs upon your face;
+    And stop and eat, for well you may
+      Be in a hungry case."
+
+    Said John, "It is my wedding-day,
+      And all the world would stare
+    If wife should dine at Edmonton,
+      And I should dine at Ware."
+
+    So turning to his horse, he said,
+      "I am in haste to dine;
+    'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
+      You shall go back for mine."
+
+    Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast!
+      For which he paid full dear;
+    For while he spake, a braying ass
+      Did sing most loud and clear;
+
+    Whereat his horse did snort, as he
+      Had heard a lion roar,
+    And galloped off with all his might,
+      As he had done before.
+
+    Away went Gilpin, and away
+      Went Gilpin's hat and wig:
+    He lost them sooner than at first,
+      For why--they were too big.
+
+    Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
+      Her husband posting down
+    Into the country far away,
+      She pulled out half-a-crown;
+
+    And thus unto the youth she said,
+      That drove them to the "Bell,"
+    "This shall be yours when you bring back
+      My husband safe and well."
+
+    The youth did ride, and soon did meet
+      John coming back amain;
+    Whom in a trice he tried to stop,
+      By catching at his rein;
+
+    But not performing what he meant,
+      And gladly would have done,
+    The frighted steed he frighted more,
+      And made him faster run.
+
+    Away went Gilpin, and away
+      Went postboy at his heels,
+    The postboy's horse right glad to miss
+      The lumbering of the wheels.
+
+    Six gentlemen upon the road,
+      Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
+    With postboy scampering in the rear,
+      They raised the hue and cry.
+
+    "Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!"
+      Not one of them was mute;
+    And all and each that passed that way
+      Did join in the pursuit.
+
+    And now the turnpike gates again
+      Flew open in short space;
+    The toll-men thinking, as before,
+      That Gilpin rode a race.
+
+    And so he did, and won it too,
+      For he got first to town;
+    Nor stopped till where he had got up,
+      He did again get down.
+
+    Now let us sing, "Long live the King,
+      And Gilpin, long live he;"
+    And when he next doth ride abroad,
+      May I be there to see.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    The bee doth love the sweetest flower,
+    So doth the blossom the April shower.
+
+
+  _One, two, buckle my shoe_
+
+    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,
+    My plate's empty.
+
+
+  _Six little mice sat down to spin_
+
+    Six little mice sat down to spin,
+    Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.
+    "What are you at, my little men?"
+    "Making coats for gentlemen."
+    "Shall I come in and bite off your thread?"
+    "No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll bite off our head."
+
+
+  _Jocky was a piper's son_
+
+    Jocky was a piper's son,
+    And he fell in love when he was young,
+    And the only tune he could play
+    Was, "Over the hills and far away;"
+    Over the hills and a great way off,
+    And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+
+  _There was a piper had a cow_
+
+    There was a piper had a cow,
+      And he had nought to give her;
+    He pulled out his pipes, and played her a tune,
+      And bade the cow consider.
+
+    The cow considered very well,
+      And gave the piper a penny,
+    And bade him play the other tune--
+      "Corn rigs are bonny."
+
+
+  _Mary, Mary, quite contrary_
+
+    Mary, Mary,
+      Quite contrary,
+    How does your garden grow?
+      Silver bells,
+      And cockle-shells,
+    And pretty maids all of a row.
+
+    [Illustration: "PRETTY MAIDS ALL OF A ROW."]
+
+
+  _There was a crooked man_
+
+    There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
+    He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:
+    He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
+    And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
+
+
+  _There was a jolly miller_
+
+    There was a jolly miller
+      Lived on the river Dee:
+    He worked and sung from morn till night,
+      No lark so blithe as he,
+    And this the burden of his song
+      For ever used to be--
+    I jump mejerrime jee!
+      I care for nobody--no! not I,
+    Since nobody cares for me.
+
+
+  _Who killed Cock Robin?_
+
+    Who killed Cock Robin?
+      "I," said the sparrow,
+      "With my bow and arrow,
+    I killed Cock Robin."
+
+    Who saw him die?
+      "I," said the fly,
+      "With my little eye,
+    I saw him die."
+
+    Who caught his blood?
+      "I," said the fish,
+      "With my little dish,
+    I caught his blood."
+
+    Who'll make his shroud?
+      "I," said the beetle,
+      "With my thread and needle,
+    I'll make his shroud."
+
+    Who'll bear the torch?
+      "I," said the linnet,
+      "Will come in a minute,
+    I'll bear the torch."
+
+    Who'll be the clerk?
+      "I," said the lark,
+      "I'll say Amen in the dark,
+    I'll be the clerk."
+
+    Who'll dig his grave?
+      "I," said the owl,
+      "With my spade and shovel,
+    I'll dig his grave."
+
+    Who'll be the parson?
+      "I," said the rook,
+      "With my little book,
+    I'll be the parson."
+
+    Who'll be chief mourner?
+      "I," said the dove,
+      "I mourn for my love,
+    I'll be chief mourner."
+
+    Who'll sing his dirge?
+      "I," said the thrush,
+      "As I sing in a bush,
+    I'll sing his dirge."
+
+    Who'll carry his coffin?
+      "I," said the kite,
+      "If it be in the night,
+    I'll carry his coffin."
+
+    Who'll toll the bell?
+      "I," said the bull,
+      "Because I can pull,
+    I'll toll the bell."
+
+    All the birds of the air
+      Fell sighing and sobbing,
+    When they heard the bell toll
+      For poor Cock Robin.
+
+
+  _Diddle diddle dumpling_
+
+    Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John,
+    Went to bed with his breeches on,
+    One stocking off, and one stocking on;
+    Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
+
+
+  _Pussy-cat, pussy-cat_
+
+    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
+    I've been up to London to look at the queen.
+    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
+    I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
+
+    [Illustration: PUSSY-CAT PUSSY-CAT]
+
+
+  _Billy, Billy, come and play_
+
+    "Billy, Billy, come and play,
+    While the sun shines bright as day."
+
+    "Yes, my Polly, so I will,
+    For I love to please you still."
+
+    "Billy, Billy, have you seen,
+    Sam and Betsy on the green?"
+
+    "Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,
+    Skipping o'er the new-mown grass."
+
+    "Billy, Billy, come along,
+    And I will sing a pretty song."
+
+    "O then, Polly, I'll make haste,
+    Not one moment will I waste,
+    But will come and hear you sing,
+    And my fiddle I will bring."
+
+
+  _I had a little hen_
+
+    I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
+    She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean;
+    She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
+    She brought it home in less than an hour;
+    She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
+    She sat by the fire and told me a fine tale.
+
+
+  _Lady bird, lady bird_
+
+    Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,
+    Your house is on fire, your children have flown.
+    All but one, and her name is Ann,
+    And she has crept under the pudding-pan.
+
+
+  _Hushy baby, my doll_
+
+    Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,
+    And I'll give you some bread and some milk by-and-by;
+    Or, perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart,--
+    Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.
+
+    But how, my dear baby, shall I make you eat
+    Of the bread, or the milk, or the custard, or meat?
+    For those pretty red lips seem shut up so fast,
+    I much fear they won't open to taste the repast.
+
+    Ah! but then, my sweet child, you'll surely not cry,
+    Oh no, not one tear is there now in your eye;
+    Come kiss me, my dear, then, although you're but wood,
+    For I'm sure now you smile, and look very good.
+
+
+  _Cock a doodle doo!_
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    My dame has lost her shoe;
+    My master's lost his fiddling stick,
+    And don't know what to do.
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    What is my dame to do?
+    Till master finds his fiddling stick,
+    She'll dance without her shoe.
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    My dame has lost her shoe,
+    And master's found his fiddling stick,
+    Sing doodle doodle doo!
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    My dame will dance with you.
+    While master fiddles his fiddling stick,
+    For dame and doodle doo.
+
+    Cock a doodle doo!
+    Dame has lost her shoe;
+    Gone to bed and scratched her head,
+    And can't tell what to do.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman_
+
+    There was an old woman had three sons,
+    Jerry and James and John:
+    Jerry was hung, James was drowned,
+    John was lost, and never was found;
+    And there was an end of her three sons,
+    Jerry and James and John!
+
+
+  _When the wind is in the east_
+
+    When the wind is in the east,
+    'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
+    When the wind is in the north,
+    The skilful fisher goes not forth;
+    When the wind is in the south,
+    It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
+    When the wind is in the west,
+    Then 'tis at the very best.
+
+    [Illustration: "WHEN THE WIND IS IN THE EAST"]
+
+
+  _Where should a baby rest?_
+
+    Where should a baby rest?
+    Where but on its mother's arm--
+    Where can a baby lie
+    Half so safe from every harm?
+      Lulla, lulla, lullaby,
+      Softly sleep, my baby;
+      Lulla, lulla, lullaby,
+      Soft, soft, my baby.
+
+    Nestle there, my lovely one!
+    Press to mine thy velvet cheek;
+    Sweetly coo, and smile, and look,
+    All the love thou canst not speak,
+      Lulla, lulla, lullaby,
+      Softly sleep, my baby;
+      Lulla, lulla, lullaby,
+      Soft, soft, my baby.
+
+
+  _Let us go to the woods_
+
+    "Let us go to the woods," says Richard to Robin,
+    "Let us go to the woods," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "Let us go to the woods," says John all alone,
+    "Let us go to the woods," says every one.
+
+    "What to do there?" says Richard to Robin,
+    "What to do there?" says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "What to do there?" says John all alone,
+    "What to do there?" says every one.
+
+    "We will shoot a wren," says Richard to Robin,
+    "We will shoot a wren," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "We will shoot a wren," says John all alone,
+    "We will shoot a wren," says every one.
+
+    "Then pounce, pounce," says Richard to Robin,
+    "Then pounce, pounce," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "Then pounce, pounce," says John all alone,
+    "Then pounce, pounce," says every one.
+
+    "She is dead, she is dead," says Richard to Robin,
+    "She is dead, she is dead," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "She is dead, she is dead," says John all alone,
+    "She is dead, she is dead," says every one.
+
+    "How shall we get her home?" says Richard to Robin,
+    "How shall we get her home?" says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "How shall we get her home?" says John all alone,
+    "How shall we get her home?" says every one.
+
+    "In a cart with six horses," says Richard to Robin,
+    "In a cart with six horses," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "In a cart with six horses," says John all alone.
+    "In a cart with six horses," says every one.
+
+    "How shall we get her dressed?" says Richard to Robin,
+    "How shall we get her dressed?" says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "How shall we get her dressed?" says John all alone,
+    "How shall we get her dressed?" says every one.
+
+    "We will hire seven cooks," says Richard to Robin,
+    "We will hire seven cooks," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "We will hire seven cooks," says John all alone,
+    "We will hire seven cooks," says every one.
+
+
+  _Hickory, Dickory, Dock_
+
+    Hickory, Dickory, Dock,
+    The mouse ran up the clock,
+    The clock struck one,
+    The mouse ran down,
+    Hickory, Dickory, Dock.
+
+
+  _A Frog he would a-wooing go_
+
+    A Frog he would a-wooing go,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    Whether his mother would let him or no.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    So off he set with his opera hat,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    And on the road he met with a rat.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,"
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    When they reached the door of Mousey's hall,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    But let it be something that's not very long."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied Mr. Frog,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    "Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "I'll sing you a song that I have just made."
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    But while they were all a merry-making,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    The cat she seized the rat by the crown;
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright;
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    He took up his hat, and he wished them good-night.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+    So there was an end of one, two, and three,
+                    Heigho, says Rowley,
+    The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!
+            With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
+            Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!
+
+
+  _When I was a bachelor_
+
+    When I was a bachelor I lived by myself,
+    And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf,
+    The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
+    That I went to London, to get myself a wife.
+
+    The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
+    I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow,
+    The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,
+    Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.
+
+
+  _Goosey, goosey, gander_
+
+      Goosey, goosey, gander,
+      Whither shall I wander?
+    Upstairs and downstairs,
+      And in my lady's chamber;
+
+    There I met an old man
+      That would not say his prayers;
+    I took him by the left leg,
+      And threw him downstairs.
+
+
+  _Robin the Bobbin_
+
+    Robin the Bobbin, the big bouncing Ben,
+    He ate more meat than fourscore men;
+    He ate a cow, he ate a calf,
+    He ate a butcher and a half;
+    He ate a church, he ate a steeple,
+    He ate the priest and all the people!
+
+
+  _Rock-a-bye, baby_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _Tom, Tom, the piper's son_
+
+    Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+    He learned to play when he was young,
+    But all the tunes that he could play,
+    Was "Over the hills and far away."
+    Over the hills, and a great way off,
+    And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
+
+    Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
+    That he pleased both the girls and boys,
+    And they stopped to hear him play,
+    "Over the hills and far away."
+
+    Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
+    That those who heard him could never keep still;
+    Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
+    Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
+
+    [Illustration: THOSE THAT HEARD HIM COULD NEVER KEEP STILL.]
+
+    As Dolly was milking the cow one day,
+    Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
+    So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"
+    Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.
+
+    He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
+    He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
+    She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
+    She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
+
+    He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
+    Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
+    He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
+    And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.
+
+
+  _A pie sate on a pear-tree_
+
+    A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+    A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+    A pie sate on a pear-tree,
+    Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
+    Once so merrily hopped she,
+    Twice so merrily hopped she,
+    Thrice so merrily hopped she,
+    Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
+    Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare;
+    But let the little colt go bare.
+
+
+  _Doctor Faustus was a good man_
+
+    Doctor Faustus was a good man,
+    He whipped his scholars now and then;
+
+    When he whipped them he made them dance,
+    Out of Scotland into France,
+    Out of France into Spain,
+    And then he whipped them back again!
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Sing! sing! What shall I sing?
+    The cat's run away with the pudding string.
+
+
+  _The fox and his wife_
+
+    The fox and his wife they had a great strife,
+    They never ate mustard in all their whole life;
+    They ate their meat without fork or knife,
+      And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!
+
+    The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;
+    The stars they were shining, and all things bright;
+    Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night
+      For me to go through the town, e-ho!
+
+    The fox when he came to yonder stile,
+    He lifted his lugs and he listened awhile!
+    Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile
+      From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!
+
+    The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
+    Who should he see but the farmer's drake;
+    I love you well for your master's sake,
+      And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!
+
+    The grey goose she ran round the haystack,
+    Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;
+    You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
+      From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!
+
+    Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,
+    She opened the casement, and popped out her head;
+    Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is dead,
+      And the fox is gone through the town, oh!
+
+    Then the old man got up in his red cap,
+    And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;
+    But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,
+      And ran through the town, the town, oh!
+
+    When he got to the top of the hill,
+    He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,
+    For joy that he was safe
+      Through the town, oh!
+
+    When the fox came back to his den,
+    He had young ones both nine and ten,
+    "You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,
+    If you bring us such nice meat
+      From the town, oh!"
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    They that wash on Friday, wash in need;
+    And they that wash on Saturday, oh! they're sluts indeed.
+
+
+  _Robert Barnes, fellow fine_
+
+    "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."
+
+
+  _Twinkle, twinkle, little star_
+
+    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
+    How I wonder what you are,
+    Up above the world so high,
+    Like a diamond in the sky.
+
+    When the blazing sun is gone,
+    When he nothing shines upon,
+    Then you show your little light,
+    Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
+
+    Then the traveller in the dark
+    Thanks you for your tiny spark:
+    How could he see where to go,
+    If you did not twinkle so?
+
+    In the dark blue sky you keep,
+    Often through my curtains peep,
+    For you never shut your eye,
+    Till the sun is in the sky.
+
+    As your bright and tiny spark
+    Lights the traveller in the dark,
+    Though I know not what you are,
+    Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
+
+
+  _On Christmas eve I turned the spit_
+
+    On Christmas eve I turned the spit,
+    I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;
+    The cock sparrow flew over the table,
+    The pot began to play with the ladle;
+    The ladle stood up like a naked man,
+    And vowed he'd fight the frying-pan;
+    The frying-pan behind the door
+    Said he never saw the like before;
+    And the kitchen clock I was going to wind,
+    Said he never saw the like behind.
+
+
+  _Multiplication is vexation_
+
+    Multiplication is vexation,
+      Division is just as bad;
+    The Rule of Three perplexes me,
+      And Practice drives me mad.
+
+
+  _Elizabeth_
+
+    Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess,
+    Went over the water to rob a bird's nest,
+    They found a nest with five eggs in it,
+    They each took one, and left four in it.
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Jack be nimble
+    Jack be quick,
+    Jack jump over the candlestick.
+
+
+  _Good people all, of every sort_
+
+    Good people all, of every sort,
+      Give ear unto my song:
+    And if you find it wondrous short,
+      It cannot hold you long.
+
+    In Islington there was a man,
+      Of whom the world might say,
+    That still a Godly race he ran,
+      Whene'er he went to pray.
+
+    A kind and gentle heart he had,
+      To comfort friends and foes;
+    The naked every day he clad,
+      When he put on his clothes.
+
+    And in that town a dog was found:
+      As many dogs there be--
+    Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
+      And curs of low degree.
+
+    This dog and man at first were friends,
+      But, when a pique began,
+    The dog, to gain some private ends,
+      Went mad, and bit the man.
+
+    Around from all the neighbouring streets
+      The wondering neighbours ran;
+    And swore the dog had lost his wits,
+      To bite so good a man.
+
+    The wound it seemed both sore and sad
+      To every Christian eye;
+    And while they swore the dog was mad,
+      They swore the man would die.
+
+    But soon a wonder came to light,
+      That showed the rogues they lied--
+    The man recovered of the bite;
+      The dog it was that died.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman_
+
+    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 round, and sent them to bed.
+
+    [Illustration: "SHE WHIPPED THEM ALL ROUND."]
+
+
+  _Monday's bairn_
+
+    Monday's bairn is fair of face,
+    Tuesday's bairn is full of grace,
+    Wednesday's bairn is full of woe,
+    Thursday's bairn has far to go,
+    Friday's bairn is loving and giving,
+    Saturday's bairn works hard for its living,
+    But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day
+    Is bonny and blythe and good and gay.
+
+
+  _Punch and Judy_
+
+    Punch and Judy
+      Fought for a pie,
+    Punch gave Judy
+      A knock in the eye.
+
+    Says Punch to Judy,
+      "Will you have any more?"
+    Says Judy to Punch,
+      "My eyes are too sore."
+
+
+  _I will sing you a song_
+
+    I will sing you a song,
+    Though 'tis not very long,
+    Of the woodcock and the sparrow,
+    Of the little dog that burned his tail,
+    And he shall be whipped to-morrow.
+
+
+  _The little clock_
+
+    There's a neat little clock,
+      In the schoolroom it stands,
+    And it points to the time
+      With its two little hands
+
+    And may we, like the clock,
+      Keep a face clean and bright,
+    With hands ever ready
+      To do what is right.
+
+
+  _Cross patch, draw the latch_
+
+    Cross patch,
+      Draw the latch,
+    And sit by the fire and spin;
+      Take a cup,
+      And drink it up,
+    Then call your neighbours in.
+
+
+  _There was a lady loved a swine_
+
+    There was a lady loved a swine,
+      Honey, quoth she,
+    Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?
+      Grunt, quoth he.
+
+    I'll build thee a silver stye
+      Honey, quoth she;
+    And in it thou shalt lie;
+      Grunt, quoth he.
+
+    Pinned with a silver pin,
+      Honey, quoth she,
+    That you may go out and in;
+      Grunt, quoth he.
+
+    Wilt thou now have me,
+      Honey, quoth she;
+    Grunt, grunt, grunt, quoth he,
+      And went his way.
+
+
+  _Robin-a-Bobbin_
+
+    Robin-a-Bobbin
+      Bent his bow,
+    Shot at a pigeon,
+      And killed a crow.
+
+
+  _In marble walls_
+
+    In marble walls as white as milk,
+    Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
+    Within a fountain crystal clear,
+    A golden apple doth appear.
+    No doors there are to this stronghold,
+    Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
+
+
+  _If all the world were water_
+
+    If all the world were water,
+      And all the sea were ink,
+    What should we do for bread and cheese?
+      What should we do for drink?
+
+
+  _GOD bless the master of this house_
+
+    GOD bless the master of this house,
+      The mistress bless also,
+    And all the little children
+      That round the table go;
+    And all your kin and kinsmen,
+      That dwell both far and near:
+    I wish you a merry Christmas,
+      And a happy new year.
+
+
+  _Birds, beasts, and fishes_
+
+    The Dog will come when he is called
+      The Cat will walk away;
+    The Monkey's cheek is very bald;
+      The Goat is fond of play.
+    The Parrot is a prate-apace,
+      Yet knows not what he says:
+    The noble Horse will win the race,
+      Or draw you in a chaise.
+
+    The Pig is not a feeder nice,
+      The Squirrel loves a nut,
+    The Wolf would eat you in a trice,
+      The Buzzard's eyes are shut.
+    The Lark sings high up in the air,
+      The Linnet in the tree;
+    The Swan he has a bosom fair,
+      And who so proud as he?
+
+    Oh, yes, the Peacock is more proud,
+      Because his tail has eyes;
+    The Lion roars so very loud,
+      He'd fill you with surprise.
+    The Raven's coat is shining black,
+      Or, rather, raven-grey:
+    The Camel's bunch is on his back,
+      The Owl abhors the day.
+
+    The Sparrow steals the cherry ripe.
+      The Elephant is wise,
+    The Blackbird charms you with his pipe,
+      The false Hyena cries.
+    The Hen guards well her little chicks,
+      The Cow--her hoof is slit:
+    The Beaver builds with mud and sticks,
+      The Lapwing cries "Peewit."
+
+    The little Wren is very small,
+      The Humming-bird is less;
+    The Lady-bird is least of all,
+      And beautiful in dress.
+    The Pelican she loves her young,
+      The Stork its parent loves;
+    The Woodcock's bill is very long,
+      And innocent are Doves.
+
+    The streaked Tiger's fond of blood,
+      The Pigeon feeds on peas,
+    The Duck will gobble in the mud,
+      The Mice will eat your cheese.
+    A Lobster's black, when boiled he's red,
+      The harmless Lamb must bleed;
+    The Cod-fish has a clumsy head,
+      The Goose on grass will feed.
+
+    The lady in her gown of silk,
+      The little Worm may thank;
+    The sick man drinks the Ass's milk,
+      The Weasel's long and lank.
+    The Buck gives us a venison dish,
+      When hunted for the spoil:
+    The Shark eats up the little fish,
+      The Whale produces oil.
+
+    The Glow-worm shines the darkest night,
+      With Lantern in his tail;
+    The Turtle is the cit's delight,
+      And wears a coat of mail.
+    In Germany they hunt the Boar,
+      The Bee brings honey home,
+    The Ant lays up a winter store,
+      The Bear loves honey-comb.
+
+    The Eagle has a crooked beak,
+      The Plaice has orange spots;
+    The Starling, if he's taught, will speak;
+      The Ostrich walks and trots.
+    The child that does not these things know,
+      Might well be called a dunce;
+    But I in knowledge quick will grow,
+      For youth can come but once.
+
+
+  _Snail, Snail_
+
+    Snail, Snail, come out of your hole,
+    Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.
+
+    Snail, Snail, put out your horns,
+    Here comes a thief to pull down your walls.
+
+
+  _As I was going to sell my eggs_
+
+    As I was going to sell my eggs
+    I met a man with bandy legs;
+    Bandy legs and crooked toes,
+    I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
+
+
+  _A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare_
+
+    A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,
+               Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+    With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
+               Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+    A raven cried "Croak!" and they all tumbled down,
+               Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+    The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,
+               Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+    The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
+               Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+    And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,
+               Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+
+  _My little brother_
+
+    I love you well, my little brother,
+      And you are fond of me;
+    Let us be kind to one another,
+      As brothers ought to be.
+
+    You shall learn to play with me,
+      And learn to use my toys;
+    And then I think that we shall be
+      Two happy little boys.
+
+
+  _There was an old woman lived under a hill_
+
+    There was an old woman lived under a hill,
+    She put a mouse in a bag and sent it to the mill;
+    The miller did swear by the point of his knife,
+    He never took toll of a mouse in his life.
+
+
+  _When I was a little boy_
+
+    When I was a little boy,
+    I washed my mammy's dishes,
+    I put my finger in my eye,
+    And pulled out golden fishes.
+
+
+  _Hickety, pickety_
+
+    Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
+    She lays eggs for gentlemen;
+    Gentlemen come every day
+    To see what my black hen doth lay.
+
+    [Illustration: "... MY BLACK HEN, LAYS EGGS FOR GENTLEMEN."]
+
+
+  _I had a little husband_
+
+    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 a little horse,
+      That galloped up and down;
+    I bridled him, and saddled him,
+      And sent him out of town.
+
+    I gave him some garters,
+      To garter up his hose,
+    And a little handkerchief,
+      To wipe his pretty nose.
+
+
+  _Wash me and comb me_
+
+    Wash me and comb me,
+    And lay me down softly,
+    And lay me on a bank to dry,
+    That I may look pretty
+    When somebody comes by.
+
+
+  _Come take up your hats, and away let us haste_
+
+    Come take up your hats, and away let us haste,
+    To the Butterfly's Ball, and the Grasshopper's Feast.
+    The trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summoned the crew,
+    And the revels are now only waiting for you.
+
+    On the smooth shaven grass, by the side of a wood,
+    Beneath a broad oak which for ages had stood,
+    See the children of earth, and the tenants of air,
+    To an evening's amusement together repair.
+
+    And there came the Beetle so blind and so black,
+    Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back.
+    And there came the Gnat and the Dragonfly too,
+    With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.
+
+    And there came the Moth, with her plumage of down,
+    And the Hornet with jacket of yellow and brown;
+    And with him the Wasp, his companion, did bring,
+    But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.
+
+    Then the sly little Dormouse peeped out of his hole,
+    And led to the Feast his blind cousin the Mole:
+    And the Snail, with her horns peeping out of her shell,
+    Came, fatigued with the distance, the length of an ell.
+
+    A mushroom the table, and on it was spread
+    A water-dock leaf, which their table-cloth made.
+    The viands were various, to each of their taste,
+    And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten the feast.
+
+    With steps most majestic the Snail did advance,
+    And he promised the gazers a minuet to dance;
+    But they all laughed so loud that he drew in his head,
+    And went in his own little chamber to bed.
+
+    Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night,
+    Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with his light.
+    So home let us hasten, while yet we can see,
+    For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.
+
+
+  _I had a little pony_
+
+    I had a little pony,
+      They called him Dapple Grey,
+    I lent him to a lady,
+      To ride a mile away.
+
+    She whipped him, she lashed him,
+      She drove him through the mire,
+    I wadna gie my pony yet
+      For all the lady's hire.
+
+
+  _Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty_
+
+    Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty,
+    The cat run up the plum-tree,
+    Half-a-crown
+    To fetch her down,
+    Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty.
+
+
+  _See, Saw, Margery Daw_
+
+    See, Saw, Margery Daw,
+    Sold her bed and lay upon straw;
+    Was not she a dirty slut,
+    To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    Great A, little a, Bouncing B,
+    The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.
+
+
+  _There was a jovial beggar_
+
+        There was a jovial beggar,
+          He had a wooden leg,
+        Lame from his cradle,
+          And forced for to beg.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        A bag for his oatmeal,
+          Another for his salt;
+        And a pair of crutches,
+          To show that he can halt.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        A bag for his wheat,
+          Another for his rye;
+        A little bottle by his side
+          To drink when he's a-dry.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        Seven years I begged
+          For my old Master Wild,
+        He taught me to beg
+          When I was but a child.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        I begged for my master,
+          And got him store of pelf;
+        And now, Jove be praised!
+          I'm begging for myself.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        In a hollow tree
+          I live, and pay no rent;
+        Providence provides for me,
+          And I am well content.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        Of all the occupations,
+          A beggar's life's the best;
+        For whene'er he's weary,
+          He'll lay him down and rest.
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go,
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+        I fear no plots against me,
+          I live in open cell;
+        Then who would be a king,
+          When beggars live so well?
+    And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go;
+    And a-begging we will go!
+
+
+  _Now what do you think_
+
+    Now what do you think
+      Of little Jack Jingle?
+    Before he was married
+      He used to live single.
+
+
+  _Bobby Shaftoe_
+
+    Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
+    Silver buckles on his knee;
+    He'll come back and marry me,
+    Bonny Bobby Shaftoe!
+    Bobby Shaftoe's young and fair,
+    Combing down his yellow hair,
+    He's my love for evermore,
+    Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+
+  _For want of a nail_
+
+    For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,
+    For want of the shoe, the horse was lost,
+    For want of the horse, the rider was lost,
+    For want of the rider, the battle was lost,
+    For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,
+    And all from the want of a horseshoe nail!
+
+
+  _Rub-a-dub-dub_
+
+    Rub-a-dub-dub
+      Three men in a tub,
+    And who do you think they be?
+      The butcher, the baker,
+      The candlestick-maker;
+    Turn 'em out, knaves all three!
+
+
+  _There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all_
+
+    There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
+    Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;
+    A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
+    And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
+
+
+  _Jacky, come give me thy fiddle_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _Young Lambs to sell_
+
+        Young Lambs to sell!
+        Young Lambs to sell!
+    If I'd as much money as I can tell,
+    I never would cry--Young Lambs to sell!
+
+    [Illustration: "YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL"]
+
+
+  _Johnny Pringle had a little pig_
+
+    Johnny Pringle had a little pig,
+    It was very little, so not very big:
+    As it was playing on a dunghill,
+    In a moment poor piggy was killed.
+    So Johnny Pringle, he sat down and cried,
+    Betsy Pringle, she lay down and died.
+    There is the history of one, two, and three,
+    Johnny Pringle, Betsy Pringle, and little Piggy.
+
+
+  _Yet didn't you see_
+
+    Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
+    What naughty tricks they put upon me:
+        They broke my pitcher,
+          And spilt my water,
+        And huffed my mother,
+          And chid her daughter,
+    And kissed my sister instead of me.
+
+
+  _Hot-cross Buns!_
+
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+    One a penny, two a penny
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+        Hot-cross Buns!
+    If ye have no daughters,
+        Give them to your sons.
+
+
+  _Jack Jingle_
+
+    Jack Jingle went 'prentice
+      To make a horseshoe,
+    He wasted the iron
+      Till it would not do.
+    His master came in,
+      And began for to rail;
+    Says Jack, "The shoe's spoiled,
+      But 'twill still make a nail."
+
+    He tried at the nail,
+      But, chancing to miss,
+    Says, "If it won't make a nail,
+      It shall yet make a hiss."
+    Then into the water
+      Threw the hot iron, smack.
+    "Hiss!" quoth the iron;
+      "I thought so," says Jack.
+
+
+  _Hey ding-a-ding_
+
+    Hey ding-a-ding,
+    I heard a bird sing,
+    The parliament soldiers
+    Are gone to the king.
+
+
+  _Willy boy, where are you going?_
+
+    Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+      I will go with you, if that I may.
+    I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing,
+      I'm going to help them make the hay.
+
+
+  _Little Nancy Etticoat_
+
+    Little Nancy Etticoat,
+    In a white petticoat,
+    And a red nose;
+    The longer she stands,
+    The shorter she grows.
+
+
+  _He that would thrive_
+
+        He that would thrive,
+        Must rise at five;
+        He that hath thriven,
+        May lie till seven;
+    And he that by the plough would thrive,
+    Himself must either hold or drive.
+
+
+  _I had a little nut tree_
+
+    I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
+    But a silver apple and a golden pear;
+    The King of Spain's daughter came to see me,
+    And all for the sake of my little nut tree.
+    I skipped over water, I danced over sea,
+    And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.
+
+
+  _An apple pie_
+
+    An apple pie, when it looks nice,
+    Would make one long to have a slice,
+    But if the taste should prove so, too,
+    I fear one slice would scarcely do.
+    So to prevent my asking twice,
+    Pray, mamma, cut a good large slice.
+
+    [Illustration: I HAD A LITTLE NUT TREE]
+
+
+  _I saw three ships come sailing by_
+
+    I saw three ships come sailing by,
+      Sailing by, sailing by,
+    I saw three ships come sailing by,
+      On New-Year's Day in the morning.
+
+    And what do you think was in them then,
+      In them then, in them then?
+    And what do you think was in them then,
+      On New-Year's Day in the morning.
+
+    Three pretty girls were in them then,
+      In them then, in them then,
+    Three pretty girls were in them then,
+      On New-Year's Day in the morning.
+
+    And one could whistle, and one could sing,
+      And one could play on the violin,
+    Such joy there was at my wedding,
+      On New-Year's Day in the morning.
+
+
+  _Oh, who is so merry_
+
+    Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
+    As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!
+        He dances and sings
+        To the sound of his wings,
+    With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
+
+    Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho!
+    As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!
+        His nectar he sips
+        From a primrose's lips,
+    With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
+
+    Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
+    As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho!
+        His night is the noon
+        And his sun is the moon,
+    With a hey and a heigh and a ho!
+
+
+  _One, two, three, four, five_
+
+    One, two, three, four, five,
+    I have caught a fish alive;
+    Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
+    I have let it go again.
+    Why did you let it go?
+    Because it bit my finger so.
+    Which finger did it bite?
+    The little one on the right.
+
+
+  _Little Polly Flinders_
+
+    Little Polly Flinders
+    Sat among the cinders,
+      Warming her pretty little toes!
+    Her mother came and caught her,
+    And whipped her little daughter,
+      For spoiling her nice new clothes.
+
+
+  _A curious discourse_
+
+    A curious discourse about an Apple-pie, that passed between the
+    Twenty-five Letters at Dinner-time.
+
+    Says A, Give me a good large slice.
+    Says B, A little Bit, but nice.
+    Says C, Cut me a piece of Crust.
+    Says D, It is as Dry as Dust.
+    Says E, I'll Eat now, fast who will.
+    Says F, I vow I'll have my Fill.
+    Says G, Give it to me Good and Great.
+    Says H, A little bit I Hate.
+    Says I, I love the Juice the best.
+    And K the very same confessed.
+    Says L, There's nothing more I Love.
+    Says M, It makes your teeth to Move.
+    N Noticed what the others said.
+    O Others' plates with grief surveyed.
+    P Praised the cook up to the life.
+    Q Quarrelled 'cause he'd a bad knife.
+    Says R, It Runs short, I'm afraid.
+    S Silent sat, and nothing said.
+    T thought that Talking might lose time.
+    U Understood it at meals a crime.
+    W Wished there had been a quince in.
+    Says X, Those cooks there's no convincing.
+    Says Y, I'll eat, let others wish.
+    Z sat as mute as any fish.
+    While ampersand, he licked the dish.
+
+
+  _The man in the moon_
+
+      The man in the moon
+      Came tumbling down,
+    And asked his way to Norwich;
+      He went by the south,
+      And burnt his mouth,
+    With supping cold pease-porridge.
+
+
+  _There were three jovial Welshmen_
+
+    There were three jovial Welshmen,
+      As I have 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 he said "Nay;"
+    The third said it was a house,
+      With 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 he said "Nay;"
+    The third said it was a cheese,
+      And half o' it cut away.
+
+
+  _The Hart he loves the high wood_
+
+    The Hart he loves the high wood,
+      The Hare she loves the hill,
+    The Knight he loves his bright sword,
+      The Lady--loves her will.
+
+
+  _I had a little moppet_
+
+        I had a little moppet,
+        I kept it in my pocket,
+    And fed it with corn and hay,
+        There came a proud beggar
+        Who swore he would have her,
+    And stole little moppet away.
+
+
+  _Wee Willie Winkie_
+
+    Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
+    Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
+    Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
+    "Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?"
+
+
+  _There was a little woman_
+
+    There was a little woman, as I've been told,
+    Who was not very young, nor yet very old,
+    Now this little woman her living got,
+    By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!
+
+
+  _Around the green gravel_
+
+    Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
+    And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
+    Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
+    And write their names with a pen and ink.
+
+
+  _Buttons a farthing a pair_
+
+    Buttons a farthing a pair,
+    Come, who will buy them of me?
+    They're round and sound and pretty,
+    And fit for the girls of the city.
+    Come, who will buy them of me,
+    Buttons a farthing a pair?
+
+
+  _As little Jenny Wren_
+
+    As little Jenny Wren
+      Was sitting by the shed,
+    She waggled with her tail,
+      And nodded with her head.
+    She waggled with her tail,
+      And nodded with her head,
+    As little Jenny Wren
+      Was sitting by the shed.
+
+
+  _Three blind mice_
+
+    Three blind mice, see how they run!
+    They all ran after the farmer's wife,
+    Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife,
+    Did you ever see such a thing in your life?
+                               As three blind mice.
+
+
+  _The north wind doth blow_
+
+        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 to keep himself warm,
+    Will hide his head under his wing.
+                       Poor thing!
+
+
+  _Bless you, burny-bee_
+
+    Bless you, bless you, burny-bee:
+    Say when will your wedding be?
+    If it be to-morrow day,
+    Take your wings and fly away.
+
+
+  _The rose is red_
+
+    The rose is red, the violet blue,
+    The gilly-flower sweet, and so are you
+    These are the words you bade me say
+    For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.
+
+
+  _Simple Simon met a pieman_
+
+    Simple Simon met a pieman
+      Going to the fair;
+    Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+      "Let me taste your ware."
+
+    [Illustration: SIMPLE SIMON]
+
+    Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+      "Show me first your penny."
+    Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+      "Indeed, I have not any."
+
+    Simple Simon went a-fishing,
+      For to catch a whale;
+    All the water he had got
+      Was in his mother's pail.
+
+
+  _Yankee Doodle_
+
+    Yankee Doodle went to town,
+      Upon a little pony;
+    He stuck a feather in his hat,
+      And called it Macaroni.
+
+    [Illustration: TWEEDLE-DUM AND TWEEDLE-DEE]
+
+    Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee
+      Resolved to have a battle,
+    For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee
+      Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
+
+    Just then flew by a monstrous crow,
+      As big as a tar barrel,
+    Which frightened both the heroes so,
+      They quite forgot their quarrel.
+
+
+  _Here's Sulky Sue_
+
+    Here's Sulky Sue,
+    What shall we do?
+    Turn her face to the wall
+    Till she comes to.
+
+
+  _Jack Sprat had a cat_
+
+      Jack Sprat
+      Had a cat,
+    It had but one ear;
+      It went to buy butter,
+    When butter was dear.
+
+
+  _A long-tailed pig_
+
+    A long-tailed pig, and a short-tailed pig,
+    Or a pig without e'er a tail,
+    A sow pig, or a boar pig,
+    Or a pig with a curly tail.
+
+    [Illustration: AS I WAS GOING UP PIPPEN HILL.]
+
+    As  I was going up Pippen Hill
+      Pippen Hill was dirty;
+    There I met a pretty miss,
+      And she dropped me a curtsey.
+
+    Little miss, pretty miss,
+      Blessings light upon you!
+    If I had half-a-crown a day,
+      I'd spend it all on you.
+
+
+  _Lavender blue and rosemary green_
+
+    Lavender blue and rosemary green,
+    When I am king you shall be queen;
+    Call up my maids at four o'clock,
+    Some to the wheel and some to the rock,
+    Some to make hay and some to shear corn,
+    And you and I will keep ourselves warm.
+
+
+  _Hey, my kitten, my kitten_
+
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+      And hey, my kitten, my deary!
+    Such a sweet pet as this
+      Was neither far nor neary.
+    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.
+
+    [Illustration: "HERE WE GO BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS."]
+
+
+  _Polly put the kettle on_
+
+    Polly, put the kettle on,
+    Polly, put the kettle on,
+    Polly, put the kettle on,
+      And we'll all have tea.
+
+    Sukey, take it off again,
+    Sukey, take it off again,
+    Sukey, take it off again,
+      They're all gone away.
+
+
+  _There was a little boy went into a barn_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _The old woman and her pig_
+
+    An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked
+    sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I
+    will go to market, and buy a little pig."
+
+    As she was coming home, she came to a stile; but the pig would not
+    go over the stile.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a dog. So she said to the
+    dog--
+
+      "Dog, dog, bite pig!
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the dog would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she said--
+
+      "Stick, stick, beat dog!
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the stick would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said--
+
+      "Fire, fire, burn stick!
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the fire would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met some water. So she said--
+
+      "Water, water, quench fire!
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the water would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met an ox. So she said--
+
+      "Ox, ox, drink water!
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the ox would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a butcher. So she said--
+
+      "Butcher, butcher, kill ox!
+      Ox won't drink water;
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the butcher would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a rope. So she said--
+
+      "Rope, rope, hang butcher!
+      Butcher won't kill ox;
+      Ox won't drink water;
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the rope would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a rat. So she said--
+
+      "Rat, rat, gnaw rope!
+      Rope won't hang butcher;
+      Butcher won't kill ox;
+      Ox won't drink water;
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+      But the rat would not.
+
+    She went a little farther, and she met a cat. So she said--
+
+      "Cat, cat, kill rat!
+      Rat won't gnaw rope;
+      Rope won't hang butcher;
+      Butcher won't kill ox;
+      Ox won't drink water;
+      Water won't quench fire;
+      Fire won't burn stick;
+      Stick won't beat dog;
+      Dog won't bite pig;
+      Pig won't get over the stile;
+      And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+    The cat said, "If you will give me a saucer of milk, I will kill the
+    rat."
+
+    So the old woman gave the cat the milk, and when she had lapped up
+    the milk--
+
+      The cat began to kill the rat;
+      The rat began to gnaw the rope;
+      The rope began to hang the butcher;
+      The butcher began to kill the ox;
+      The ox began to drink the water;
+      The water began to quench the fire;
+      The fire began to burn the stick;
+      The stick began to beat the dog;
+      The dog began to bite the pig;
+      The pig jumped over the stile;
+      And so the old woman got home that night.
+
+
+  _Tit, tat, toe_
+
+    Tit, tat, toe,
+    My first go,
+    Three jolly butcher boys
+    All of a row;
+    Stick one up,
+    Stick one down,
+    Stick one in the old man's crown.
+
+
+  _Monday alone_
+
+    Monday alone,
+      Tuesday together,
+    Wednesday we walk
+      When it's fine weather.
+    Thursday we kiss,
+      Friday we cry,
+    Saturday's hours
+      Seem almost to fly.
+    But of all days in the week
+      We will call
+    Sunday, the rest day,
+      The best day of all.
+
+
+  _As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge_
+
+    As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge,
+      I met with a Westminster scholar;
+    He pulled off his cap, _an' drew_ off his glove,
+      And wished me a very good-morrow,
+        What is his name?
+
+    [Illustration: AS I WALKED BY MYSELF]
+
+    As I walked by myself,
+    I talked to myself,
+      And the self-same self said to me,
+
+    Look out for thyself,
+    Take care of thyself,
+      For nobody cares for thee.
+
+    I answered myself,
+    And said to myself
+      In the self-same repartee,
+
+    Look to thyself,
+    Or not look to thyself,
+      The self-same thing will be.
+
+    [Illustration: THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN AND HE WOO'D A LITTLE MAID]
+
+        There was a little man,
+        And he wooed a little maid,
+    And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
+        I have little more to say,
+        Than will you, yea or nay,
+    For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."
+
+        The little maid replied,
+        Some say a little sighed,
+    "But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?
+        Will the love that you're so rich in
+        Make a fire in the kitchen?
+    Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"
+
+
+  _Pussy sits beside the fire_
+
+    Pussy sits beside the fire,
+      How can she be fair?
+    In comes the little dog,
+      Pussy, are you there?
+    So, so, Mistress Pussy,
+      Pray how do you do?
+    Thank you, thank you, little dog,
+      I'm very well just now.
+
+    [Illustration: BRYAN O'LIN]
+
+    Bryan O'Lin and his wife and wife's mother,
+    They all went over a bridge together:
+    The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,
+    "Mischief take all!" quoth Bryan O'Lin.
+
+
+  _Cold and raw_
+
+    Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,
+      Bleak in a morning early;
+    All the hills are covered with snow,
+      And winter's now come fairly.
+
+
+  _January brings the snow_
+
+    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 hardest 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.
+
+
+  _Bye, baby bunting_
+
+    Bye, baby bunting,
+    Father's gone a-hunting,
+    Mother's gone a-milking,
+    Sister's gone a-silking,
+    Brother's gone to buy a skin
+    To wrap the baby bunting in.
+
+
+  _Ding, dong bell_
+
+    Ding, dong bell,
+    Pussy's in the well!
+    Who put her in?--
+    Little Tommy Green.
+    Who pulled her out?--
+    Little Johnny Stout.
+    What a naughty boy was that
+    To drown poor pussy-cat,
+    Who never did any harm,
+    But killed the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+  _Four and twenty tailors_
+
+    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.
+
+
+  _What is the news of the day?_
+
+    What is the news of the day,
+    Good neighbour, I pray?
+    They say the balloon
+    Is gone up to the moon!
+
+
+  _Two little kittens_
+
+    Two little kittens, one stormy night,
+    Began to quarrel and then to fight;
+    One had a mouse, and the other had none,
+    And that's the way the quarrel begun.
+
+    "I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat.
+    "_You'll_ have that mouse?  We'll see about that!"
+    "I _will_ have that mouse," said the eldest son.
+    "You _shan't_ have the mouse," said the little one.
+
+    I told you before 'twas a stormy night
+    When these two little kittens began to fight;
+
+    The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
+    And swept the two kittens right out of the room.
+
+    The ground was covered with frost and snow,
+    And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
+    So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
+    While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.
+
+    Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,
+    All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,
+    For they found it was better, that stormy night,
+    To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.
+
+    [Illustration: WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?]
+
+    What are little boys made of, made of,
+    What are little boys made of?
+    Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;
+    And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
+
+    What are little girls made of, made of, made of,
+    What are little girls made of?
+    Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
+    And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
+
+
+  _As I was a-going by a little pig-sty_
+
+    As I was a-going by a little pig-sty,
+    I saw a child's petticoat hanging to dry,
+    I took off my jacket and hung it hard by,
+    To bear the petticoat company.
+    The wind blew high, and down they fell;
+    Jacket and petticoat into the well.
+    Into the well, into the well,
+    Jacket and petticoat into the well.
+
+    [Illustration: THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM]
+
+    Three wise men of Gotham
+    Went to sea in a bowl:
+    And if the bowl had been stronger,
+    My song would have been longer.
+
+
+  _Jenny Wren fell sick_
+
+    Jenny Wren fell sick,
+      Upon a merry time;
+    In came Robin Redbreast
+      And brought her sops and wine.
+
+    "Eat well of the sop, Jenny,
+      Drink well of the wine."
+    "Thank you, Robin, kindly,
+      You shall be mine."
+
+    Jenny she got well,
+      And stood upon her feet,
+    And told Robin plainly
+      She loved him not a bit.
+
+    Robin being angry,
+      Hopped upon a twig,
+    Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you,
+      Bold-faced jig!"
+
+
+  _Sukey, you shall be my wife_
+
+    "Sukey, you shall be my wife,
+      And I will tell you why:
+    I have got a little pig,
+      And you have got a sty;
+
+    "I have got a dun cow,
+      And you can make good cheese,
+    Sukey, will you have me?
+      Say yes, if you please."
+
+    Sukey she made answer,
+      "For your cow and pig,
+    I tell you, Jacky Jingle,
+      I do not care a fig.
+
+    "I have got a puppy-dog,
+      And a pussy-cat,
+    And I have got another thing
+      That's better far than that.
+
+    "For I have got a velvet purse
+      That holds a hundred pound,
+    'Twas left me by my grand-dad
+      Who now lies underground.
+
+    "So if your cow and pig
+      Is all you have in store,
+    You may go home and mind 'em,
+      For now your wooing's o'er."
+
+    Says Jacky, "You're too hasty,
+      I've got a horse and cart;
+    And I have got a better thing,--
+      I've got a constant heart.
+
+    "If that won't do, then you may lay
+      Your money on the shelf,
+    I soon shall get another girl
+      That's better than yourself."
+
+    Then says little Sue,
+      "If your heart is true,
+    This trouble we'll get through,
+      If things are rightly carried."
+
+    There's nothing more to do,
+      'Twixt Jacky and his Sue;
+    "None so happy as us two,
+      For now we'll both be married!"
+
+    Now after they were married
+      Some good things to produce,
+    Sukey's purse and hundred pounds
+      Were quickly put in use;
+
+    Sukey milked the cow,
+      And to make good cheese did try,
+    Jack drove his horse and cart,
+      And minded pig and sty.
+
+    [Illustration: BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GO]
+
+    Blow,  wind,  blow! and go, mill, go!
+    That the miller may grind his corn;
+    That the baker may take it,
+    And into rolls make it,
+    And send us some hot in the morn.
+
+
+  _This is the death of little Jenny Wren_
+
+          This is the death of
+            Little Jenny Wren,
+          And what the doctors
+            All said then.
+
+      Jenny Wren was sick again,
+        And Jenny Wren did die;
+      The doctors vowed they'd cure her,
+        Or know the reason why.
+
+      Doctor Hawk felt her pulse,
+        And, shaking his head,
+      Said, "I fear I can't save her,
+        Because she's quite dead."
+
+    Doctor Hawk's a clever fellow,
+    He pinched her wrist enough to kill her.
+
+      "She'll do very well yet,"
+        Then said Doctor Fox,
+      "If she takes but one pill
+        From out of this box."
+
+    Ah! Doctor Fox,
+      You are very cunning,
+    For if she's dead,
+      You will not get one in.
+
+    With hartshorn in hand,
+      Came Doctor Tom-Tit,
+    Saying, "Really, good sirs,
+      It's only a fit."
+
+    You're right, Doctor Tit,
+      You need make no doubt on,
+    But death is a fit
+      Folk seldom get out on.
+
+    Doctor Cat says, "Indeed,
+      I don't think she's dead,
+    I believe if I try,
+      She yet might be bled."
+
+    You need not a lancet,
+      Miss Pussy, indeed,
+    Your claws are enough
+      A poor Wren to bleed.
+
+    "I think, Puss, you're foolish,"
+      Then says Doctor Goose,
+    "For to bleed a dead Wren
+      Can be of no use."
+
+    Why, Doctor Goose,
+      You're very wise,
+    Your wisdom profound
+      Might Ganders surprise.
+
+    Doctor Jack Ass then said,
+      "See this balsam, I make it;
+    She yet may survive
+      If you get her to take it."
+
+    What you say, Doctor Ass,
+      Perhaps may be true;
+    I ne'er saw the dead drink, though
+      Pray, Doctor, did you?
+
+    Doctor Owl then declared
+      That the cause of her death
+    He really believed, was----
+      The want of more breath.
+
+    Indeed, Doctor Owl,
+      You are much in the right;
+    You as well might have said
+      That day was not night.
+
+    Says Robin, "Get out,
+      You're a parcel of quacks,
+    Or I'll lay this good whip
+      On each of your backs."
+
+      Then Robin began
+        For to bang them about,
+      They stayed for no fees,
+        They were glad to get out.
+
+    Poor Robin long for Jenny grieves,
+    At last he covered her with leaves;
+    Yet near the place, a mournful lay,
+    For Jenny Wren sings every day.
+
+
+  _Here comes a poor widow from Babylon_
+
+    Here comes a poor widow from Babylon,
+    With six poor children all alone,
+    One can bake, and one can brew,
+    One can shape, and one can sew,
+    One can bake a cake for the king.
+    Come choose you east, come choose you west,
+    Come choose you the one that you love best.
+
+
+  _Dame Trot and her cat_
+
+    Dame Trot and her cat
+    Sat down for to chat,
+    The Dame sat on this side,
+    And Puss sat on that.
+    "Puss," says the Dame,
+    "Can you catch a rat,
+    Or a mouse in the dark?"
+    "Purr," says the cat.
+
+
+  _How do you do, neighbour?_
+
+    How do you do, neighbour?
+    Neighbour, how do you do?
+    Very well, I thank you.
+    How does Cousin Sue do?
+    She is very well,
+    And sends her love unto you,
+    And so does Cousin Bell.
+    Ah! how, pray, does she do?
+
+
+  "_Oh, what have you got for dinner?_"
+
+    "Oh, What have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond?"
+    "There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond.
+    Dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,
+    For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!
+
+    "John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two,
+    John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two;
+    Cry dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,
+    For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!"
+
+    "I have been to the ducks that are swimming in the pond,
+    And they won't come to be killed, Mrs. Bond;
+    I cried dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,
+    For you must be stuffed, and the customers filled!"
+
+    [Illustration: "COME, LITTLE WAG-TAILS, COME AND BE KILLED."]
+
+    Mrs. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage,
+    With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage;
+    She cried, "Come, little wag-tails, come and be killed,
+    For you shall be stuffed, and my customers filled!"
+
+
+  _Lucy Locket_
+
+    Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
+      Kitty Fisher found it;
+    Never a penny was there in it,
+      Save the binding round it.
+
+
+  _One, he loves_
+
+    One, he loves; two, he loves;
+    Three, he loves, they say;
+    Four, he loves with all his heart;
+
+    Five, he casts away.
+    Six, he loves; seven, she loves;
+    Eight, they both love.
+
+    Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;
+    Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.
+
+    [Illustration: TINKER, TAILOR, SOLDIER, SAILOR, APOTHECARY,
+                   PLOUGHBOY, THIEF.]
+
+
+  _He loves me_
+
+    1. He loves me,
+    2. He don't!
+    3. He'll have me,
+    4. He won't!
+    5. He would if he could,
+    6. But he can't,
+    7. So he don't!
+
+
+  _There once were two cats_
+
+    There once were two cats of Kilkenny,
+    Each thought there was one cat too many.
+    So they fought and they fit,
+    And they scratched and they bit,
+    Till, excepting their nails
+    And the tips of their tails,
+    Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
+
+
+  _Three little kittens_
+
+    Three little kittens lost their mittens,
+      And they began to cry,
+          Oh! mother dear,
+          We very much fear
+      That we have lost our mittens.
+
+        Lost your mittens!
+        You naughty kittens!
+    Then you shall have no pie.
+                 Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
+    No, you shall have no pie.
+                 Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
+
+    The three little kittens found their mittens
+      And they began to cry,
+          Oh! mother dear,
+          See here, see here!
+    See, we have found our mittens.
+
+        Put on your mittens,
+        You silly kittens,
+    And you shall have some pie.
+                Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
+    Oh! let us have the pie!
+                Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.
+
+    The three little kittens put on their mittens
+      And soon ate up the pie;
+          Oh! mother dear,
+          We greatly fear,
+    That we have soiled our mittens.
+
+        Soiled your mittens!
+        You naughty kittens!
+    Then they began to sigh,
+                Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.
+    Then they began to sigh,
+                Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.
+
+    The three little kittens washed their mittens,
+      And hung them up to dry;
+          Oh! mother dear,
+          Do you not hear,
+    That we have washed our mittens?
+
+          Washed your mittens!
+          Oh! you're good kittens.
+    But I smell a rat close by.
+      Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.
+    We smell a rat close by,
+                   Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
+
+
+  _The cock's on the housetop_
+
+    The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;
+    The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;
+    The maids in the meadows are making of hay,
+    The ducks in the river are swimming away.
+
+
+  _I do not like thee, Doctor Fell_
+
+    I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,
+    The reason why I cannot tell;
+
+    But this I know, and know full well,
+    I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.
+
+
+  _My mammy's maid_
+
+    Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,
+    She stole oranges, I'm afraid;
+    Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,
+    She stole oranges, I do believe.
+
+
+  _I had a little castle_
+
+    I had a little castle upon the sea-shore,
+    One half was water, the other was land;
+    I opened the castle door, and guess what I found,
+    I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.
+    The cup was all gold, filled with wine,
+    "Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine."
+
+           *       *       *       *       *
+
+    My diddle dinkety poppety pet,
+    The merchants of London they wear scarlet,
+    Silken the collar and velvet the hem,
+    Merrily march the merchant men.
+
+    [Illustration: "SOME IN HER POCKETS, SOME IN HER SLEEVE."]
+
+
+  _Little Betty Blue_
+
+    Little Betty Blue
+    Lost her holiday shoe.
+
+    What shall little Betty do?
+    Buy her another
+    To match the other,
+    And then she'll walk in two.
+
+
+  _A nick and a nock_
+
+    A nick and a nock,
+    A hen and cock,
+    And a penny for my master.
+
+
+  _Great A, little A_
+
+    Great A, little A,
+    This pancake day;
+    Toss the ball high,
+    Throw the ball low,
+    Those that come after
+    May sing heigh-ho!
+
+
+  _Upon St. Paul's steeple_
+
+    Upon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree.
+    As full of apples as may be,
+    The little boys of London town,
+    They run with hooks and pull them down;
+    And then they run from hedge to hedge
+    Until they come to London Bridge.
+
+    [Illustration: "THEY RUN WITH HOOKS AND PULL THEM DOWN."]
+
+
+  _Cherries are ripe_
+
+    Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,
+      Give the baby some;
+    Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,
+      Baby must have none.
+
+    Cherries are too sour to use,
+    Babies are too young to choose;
+    By-and-by, baked in a pie,
+    Baby shall have some.
+
+
+  _Old Rhyme on Cutting Nails_
+
+    Cut them on Monday, you cut them for health;
+    Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;
+    Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;
+    Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;
+    Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;
+    Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;
+    Cut them on Sunday, and you'll have ill-fortune all through the
+        week.
+
+
+  _Here a little child I stand_
+
+    Here a little child I stand,
+    Heaving up my either hand;
+    Gold as paddocks though they be,
+    Here I lift them up to Thee,
+    For a benison to fall
+    On our meat and on us all!
+
+    [Illustration: THE END]
+
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | A WONDER-BOOK _of_ BEASTS                                         |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration]                                                    |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Edited by                                                         |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | F. J. HARVEY DARTON                                               |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration]                                                    |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   Besides numerous Black and White Illustrations, the             |
+  |   Title-page and Frontispiece are daintily coloured.              |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  | Illustrated by F. D. Bedford                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | CENTENARY EDITION.                                                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | THE 'ORIGINAL POEMS' AND OTHERS                                   |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | By JANE and ANN TAYLOR And ADELAIDE O'KEEFE                       |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Edited By E. V. LUCAS                                             |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_The quality of the poetry of the Misses Taylor has been       |
+  |   praised by such great judges that any praise from               |
+  |   ourselves would be superfluous. No other writers of             |
+  |   children's poetry have written of childish incident with        |
+  |   all the child's simplicity._'--SPECTATOR.                       |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Mr. Bedford's illustrations are not only very well            |
+  |   drawn, but inspired by just the right feeling. It may be        |
+  |   added, that the Taylors were really the founders of a           |
+  |   school. They gave a form and character to nursery verse         |
+  |   which have become classic, and have been followed more or       |
+  |   less by a long line of later writers._'--STANDARD.              |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Thanks are due to that delicate lover of literature and       |
+  |   of children, Mr. E. V. Lucas, for reprinting this               |
+  |   veritable classic._' TIMES OF INDIA.                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'Why should you fear to tell the truth?'--_p.      |
+  | 71._]                                                             |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by F. D. Bedford                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | FORGOTTEN TALES OF LONG AGO                                       |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration]                                                    |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Edited with Introduction by E. V. LUCAS                           |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Beside numerous Black and White Illustrations, the                |
+  | Frontispiece and Title-page are in Colours.                       |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _The Contents include:_                                           |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | DICKY RANDOM; JEMIMA PLACID; TWO TRIALS; THE FRUITS OF            |
+  | DISOBEDIENCE; THE THREE CAKES; SCOURHILL'S ADVENTURES; ELLEN      |
+  | AND GEORGE; THE JOURNAL, by Priscilla Wakefield; THE BUNCH OF     |
+  | CHERRIES; THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF LADY ANNE; CAPTAIN           |
+  | MURDERER, by Charles Dickens, and many other favourite old        |
+  | stories, now forgotten.                                           |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Is Mr. E. V. Lucas going to provide us with one of the        |
+  |   prettiest books of each Christmas season? For successive        |
+  |   years we have been delighted with his clever selection          |
+  |   from the child-fiction of our grandparents, and we are          |
+  |   left like Oliver Twist, asking for more._'--BOOKMAN.            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'She cut her beautiful hair close to her           |
+  | head'--_ p. 102._]                                                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards,       |
+  | gilt top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d._                                    |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by F. D. Bedford                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | ANOTHER BOOK OF VERSES FOR CHILDREN                               |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Selected and Edited by E. V. LUCAS                                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration]                                                    |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Profusely Illustrated in Black and White, with Frontispiece       |
+  | and Title-page beautifully printed in Colour.                     |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_A delightful compilation, and noticeably excellent in         |
+  |   the method of its arrangement._'--ATHENAEUM.                     |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_We may briefly and emphatically describe it as the most       |
+  |   charming anthology for children that we have seen,              |
+  |   original in choice and arrangement, beautifully bound, and      |
+  |   owing no little to Mr. F. D. Bedford's delightful and           |
+  |   sympathetic illustrations._'--GUARDIAN.                         |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Most happily selected. Moreover, the light and humorous       |
+  |   verse--verse harmless without any obvious moral--is too         |
+  |   much neglected, for children like to be amused, and this        |
+  |   need is sometimes forgotten._'--SPECTATOR.                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_The volume is in itself a real gift-book, being               |
+  |   admirably bound, printed, and illustrated._'--THE WORLD.        |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards,       |
+  | gilt top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d._                                    |
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+  +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by F. D. Bedford                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'Sat him astride of the saddle of mutton.' _p.     |
+  | 126._]                                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | OLD-FASHIONED TALES OF LONG AGO                                   |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Edited with Introduction by E. V. LUCAS                           |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Besides numerous black and white Illustrations, the               |
+  | Frontispiece and Title-page are beautifully printed in            |
+  | Colours.                                                          |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_A charming book. The one ambition of Mr. Lucas' authors       |
+  |   is to be interesting, and they succeed very well._'--DAILY      |
+  |   TELEGRAPH.                                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Beautifully printed, illustrated, and                         |
+  |   bound._'--SCHOOLMASTER.                                         |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Tales are given from the following Popular Authors:--Thomas       |
+  | Day, Maria Edgeworth, Mrs. Sherwood, Anne Letitia Barbauld,       |
+  | Charles and Mary Lamb, Jacob Abbott, Alicia Catherine Mant,       |
+  | Caroline Barnard, Peter Parley, Catherine Sinclair, Dr. Aiken.    |
+  | The authors of some of the best tales in the volume are           |
+  | unknown.                                                          |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'A large hole burst open in the wall.' _p.         |
+  | 381._]                                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards,       |
+  | gilt top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d._                                    |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by F. D. Bedford                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | RUNAWAYS & CASTAWAYS                                              |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Edited with Introduction by E. V. LUCAS                           |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | Besides profuse black and white illustrations, the                |
+  | frontispiece and title-page are daintily coloured.                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Mr. E. V. Lucas has deliberately set himself to capture       |
+  |   hearts while young and tender.... In twenty years he will       |
+  |   have become such a power in the land as to be a national        |
+  |   danger, and his new work, "Runaways and Castaways," is          |
+  |   only another step towards this enviable destiny._'--TIMES.      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_A collection of the most exciting and delightful runaway      |
+  |   stories in the world._'--NATION.                                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards,       |
+  | gilt top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d._                                    |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by Gordon Browne                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _A Child's Book, for Children, for Women, and for Men._           |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | SWEETHEART TRAVELLERS                                             |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration]                                                    |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | By S. R. CROCKETT                                                 |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_It is the rarest of all rarities, and veritably a             |
+  |   child's book for children, as well as for women and men.        |
+  |   It is seldom, indeed, that the reviewer has the                 |
+  |   opportunity of bestowing unstinted praise, with the             |
+  |   feeling that the laudation is, nevertheless, inadequate.        |
+  |   "Sweetheart Travellers" is instinct with drollery; it           |
+  |   continually strikes the softest notes of tenderest pathos,      |
+  |   and it must make the most hardened bachelor feel something      |
+  |   of the pleasures he has missed in living mateless and           |
+  |   childless._'--TIMES.                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_A more delightful book for young, old, and middle aged,       |
+  |   it is scarcely possible to conceive._'--TRUTH.                  |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_We confess to having fallen under the spell of these          |
+  |   delightful chronicles. The illustrations are just what was      |
+  |   wanted to make this one of the most attractive books about      |
+  |   children._'--PALL MALL GAZETTE.                                 |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: On the road to Conway.--_p. 64._]                  |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | =Large 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards, gilt        |
+  | top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.=                                         |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by Gordon Browne                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _AN IMPROVING HISTORY FOR OLD BOYS, YOUNG BOYS, GOOD BOYS, BAD    |
+  | BOYS, BIG BOYS, LITTLE BOYS, COW BOYS, AND TOM BOYS_              |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: "I create you General of the                       |
+  | Commissariat."--_p. 171._]                                        |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | THE SURPRISING ADVENTURES OF SIR TOADY LION WITH THOSE OF         |
+  | General Napoleon Smith                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | By S. R. CROCKETT                                                 |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_When we say it is one of the most delightful stories          |
+  |   about children we have ever read, we are still short of         |
+  |   the mark._'--DAILY CHRONICLE.                                   |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_It is distinctly the best Christmas book of the               |
+  |   season._'--DAILY MAIL.                                          |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_In this excellent book for children, which the elders         |
+  |   will enjoy, Mr. Crockett comes right away from kailyard         |
+  |   into a kingdom of obstreperous fancy, and is purely,            |
+  |   delightfully funny, and not too Scotch.... Mr. Gordon           |
+  |   Browne's illustrations are as good a treat as the story;        |
+  |   they realise every thought and intention of the writer,         |
+  |   and, are full of a sly and characteristic drollery all the      |
+  |   artist's own._'--WORLD.                                         |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'How quaint.'--_p. 375._]                          |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | =Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards,       |
+  | gilt top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d.=                                    |
+  |                                                                   |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by Gordon Browne                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: A Chapter Heading.]                                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | SIR TOADY CRUSOE                                                  |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | By S. R. CROCKETT                                                 |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_It will thoroughly satisfy the children's most                |
+  |   fastidious taste._'--MORNING LEADER.                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_The best book for children, if not the best book we have      |
+  |   seen this year._'--WESTMINSTER GAZETTE.                         |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_We have seen nothing for a long time to equal the             |
+  |   admirable illustrations._'--DUNDEE COURIER.                     |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'Watch 'em, boy' said Dinkey.--_p. 245._]          |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards,       |
+  | gilt top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d._                                    |
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+  |                                                                   |
+  | Illustrated by Gordon Browne                                      |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | FAIRY TALES FROM GRIMM                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Of new editions of old favorites the palm must be given,      |
+  |   we think, to this collection of Fairy Tales from Grimm....      |
+  |   We do not think a better edition has appeared._'--REVIEW        |
+  |   OF REVIEWS.                                                     |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_No more acceptable edition of some of Grimm's Stories         |
+  |   has been published._'--STANDARD.                                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Altogether delightful. The illustrations are full of          |
+  |   charm and sympathy._'--SATURDAY REVIEW.                         |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_A fairy book beyond reproach._'--GRAPHIC.                     |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_We have nothing but praise for this                           |
+  |   collection._'--SKETCH.                                          |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_Grimm is always delightful, but in his present new dress      |
+  |   he is more delightful than ever. Mr. Gordon Browne charms       |
+  |   us always with his dainty pictures._'--GUARDIAN.                |
+  |                                                                   |
+  |   '_All the illustrations are simply inimitable._'--QUEEN.        |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | [Illustration: 'The Prince who was afraid of Nothing.'--_p.       |
+  | 216._]                                                            |
+  |                                                                   |
+  | _Large crown 8vo. printed on superfine paper, cloth boards,       |
+  | gilt top, 6s.; calf, 10s. 6d._                                    |
+  |                                                                   |
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