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diff --git a/36685.txt b/36685.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e5013e5 --- /dev/null +++ b/36685.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6605 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of National Rhymes of the Nursery, by Various + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: National Rhymes of the Nursery + +Author: Various + +Illustrator: Gordon Browne + +Release Date: July 10, 2011 [EBook #36685] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NATIONAL RHYMES OF THE NURSERY *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Matthew Wheaton and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + 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] + + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + | | + | WELLS GARDNER, DARTON AND CO., LTD. | + | | + | _Telegraphic Address, 'Publishers, London.'_ | + | | + | _Telephone: No. 2713 Central._ | + | | + | _Wells Gardner, Darton, & Co., Ltd._ | + | | + | Selected List of their | + | | + | _Fine Art Series_ | + | | + | Specially adapted for Presents, Prizes, &c. | + | | + | * * * * * | + | Illustrated by Margaret Clayton | + | | + | A WONDER-BOOK _of_ BEASTS | + | | + | [Illustration] | + | | + | Edited by | + | | + | F. 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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.= | + | | + | WELLS GARDNER, DARTON, & CO., LTD., LONDON | + | | + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + | | + | 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.= | + | | + | WELLS GARDNER, DARTON, & CO., LTD., LONDON | + | | + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + | | + | 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._ | + | | + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + + + +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ + | | + | 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. 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