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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes, by Walter Crane
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+Title: Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes
+       A Collection of Alphabets, Rhymes, Tales, and Jingles
+
+Author: Walter Crane
+
+Illustrator: John Gilbert
+             John Tenniel
+             Harrison Weir
+             and others
+
+Release Date: May 24, 2012 [EBook #39784]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MOTHER GOOSE'S NURSERY RHYMES ***
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+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 449px;">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="449" height="600" alt="Cover" />
+</div>
+<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
+<img src="images/i_002.jpg" width="431" height="600" alt="Mother Goose flying on goose" />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h1>MOTHER GOOSE'S<br />
+
+<span class="smcap">Nursery Rhymes</span></h1>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<span class='small'>A collection of</span><br />
+<i>Alphabets, Rhymes, Tales, and Jingles</i><br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<b>With Illustrations</b><br />
+<span class='small'>BY</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Sir</span> JOHN GILBERT, R.A., JOHN TENNIEL, HARRISON WEIR,<br />
+WALTER CRANE, W. McCONNELL, J. B. ZWECKER<br />
+<span class='small'>AND OTHERS</span><br /><br /><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 297px;">
+<img src="images/i_003.png" width="297" height="300" alt="Woman with pig and goat" />
+</div>
+
+<div class='center'><br /><br />
+<span class='big'>London</span><br />
+<span class='big'><span class="smcap">George Routledge and Sons</span></span><br />
+<span class='small'>THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE</span><br />
+NEW YORK: 416 BROOME STREET<br />
+<span class='small'>1877</span><br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 125px;">
+<img src="images/i_004.png" width="125" height="125" alt="publisher's emblem" />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents">
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td><td align="right"><i>Page</i></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A Apple Pie</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A B C, Tumble down D</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_286">286</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A Carrion Crow sat on an Oak</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A Diller, a Dollar, a Ten o'Clock Scholar</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A Farmer went Trotting upon his Grey Mare</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A little Boy went into a Barn</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_207">207</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A little Cock Sparrow sat on a Tree</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_309">309</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A Man of Words and not of Deeds</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_295">295</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A Man went Hunting at Reigate</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">A-milking, a-milking, my Maid</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Apple-Pie, Pudding, and Pancake</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">As I was going along, long, long</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">As I was going up Pippin Hill</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">As I was going up Primrose Hill</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_207">207</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">As I was going to St. Ives</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_318">318</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">As I went to Bonner</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">At the Siege of Belleisle I was there all the while</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Away, Birds, away!</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Baa, baa, Black Sheep (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Barber, Barber, shave a Pig</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Bat, Bat, come under my Hat</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Bessy Bell and Mary Gray</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Bless you, bless you, bonny Bee</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Blow, Wind, blow, and go, Mill, go</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Bow-wow-wow</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Boys and Girls, come out to Play</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Brow, brow, brinkie</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Bye, Baby Bunting</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Charley, Charley, stole the Barley</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_285">285</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-Head</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Cross-Patch, draw the Latch</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Cry, Baby, cry</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Curly-Locks, Curly-Locks, wilt thou be mine?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Daffy-Down-dilly has come up to Town</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Dame Duck's Lessons to her Ducklings</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Dance a Baby Diddit</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Dance to your Daddy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Death and Burial of poor Cock Robin</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Deedle, deedle, Dumpling, my Son John</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Dickery, Dickery, Dock (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_256">256</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Dickery, Dickery, Dare</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Ding, Dong, Bell</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Ding, Dong, Darrow</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Early to Bed and Early to Rise</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Eggs, Butter, Cheese, Bread</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_286">286</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">For every Evil under the Sun</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Four and Twenty Tailors went to kill a Snail</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Freddie in the Cherry-Tree</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Frog he would a-wooing go</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span>Frog's (The) Chorus</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_222">222</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Georgie Porgie (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_289">289</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Good Dobbin</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Good King Arthur</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Goosey, Goosey, Gander (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_193">193</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Go to Bed first, a Golden Purse</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_318">318</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Great A, Little A</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Handy, Spandy, Jack-a-Dandy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_194">194</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Hark, hark, the Dogs do bark</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Here am I, little Jumping Joan</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Here we go up, up, up</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_194">194</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">He that would Thrive</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Hey, diddle, diddle</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Hey, my Kitten, my Kitten</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_194">194</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Hickety, Pickety, my Black Hen</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_230">230</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">High Diddle Ding</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">High diddle doubt, my Candle's out</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Hot Cross Buns</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Humpty Dumpty sat on a Wall (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Hush-a-bye, Baby</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Hush-a-bye, Baby, lie still with thy Daddy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Hush Baby, my Doll, I pray you don't cry</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">If all the World were Water</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_194">194</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">If Wishes were Horses, Beggars would ride</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">If you are to be a Gentleman</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I had a little Dog, they called him Buff</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I had a little Hen, the prettiest ever seen</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_208">208</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I had a little Hobby-Horse</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I had a little Husband no bigger than my Thumb</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I had a little Pony</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I have a little Sister they call her Peep, Peep</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I'll tell you a Story</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I love Sixpence</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_232">232</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I love little Pussy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">I saw a Ship a-sailing</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Is John Smith within?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Jack and Jill went up the Hill (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Jack be Nimble</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Jack Sprat could eat no Fat</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Jack Sprat had a Cat</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Jack Sprat's Pig</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Jacky, come give me thy Fiddle</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Jenny shall have a new Bonnet</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_305">305</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">John Cook he had a little Grey Mare</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">John Gilpin</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_266">266</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Ladybird, Ladybird</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Leg over Leg</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">"Let us go to the Woods," says this Pig</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Betty Blue</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Blue Betty lived in a Lane</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Bo-Peep (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_312">312</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Boy Blue</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Boy, pretty Boy, where were you born?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Girl, little Girl, where have you been?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Jack Horner (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Miss Muffett</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_263">263</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Nancy Etticote</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_123">123</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Polly Flinders</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a Rail</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Tommy Tittlemouse</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Little Tom Tucker (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span>Margery Mutton-Pie and Johnny Bo-Peep</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Marriage of Cock Robin and Jenny Wren</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Mary had a pretty Bird</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Mary, Mary, quite contrary</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Molly, my Sister, and I fell out</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Mr. Isbister and Betsy his Sister</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_311">311</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Multiplication is Vexation</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">My little Old Man and I fell out</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Needles and Pins, Needles and Pins</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Nievie, Nievie, Nicknack</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Nursery Rhyme Alphabet</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_226">226</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Oh, Mother, I'm to be Married to Mr. Punchinello</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Oh, the Rusty, Dusty, Rusty Miller</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Old Father Grey Beard</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Old King Cole</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Old Mother Goose</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Old Mother Hubbard</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Old Mother Widdle-Waddle</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Old Woman, Old Woman, shall we go a-Shearing?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">One misty, moisty Morning</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">One, Two, buckle my Shoe</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">One, Two, Three</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">One, Two, Three, Four, Five</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Baker's Man</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Pease Pudding Hot</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Peter White will ne'er go right</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Pit, pat, well-a-day!</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Pitty Patty Polt</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Please to remember the Fifth of November</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_260">260</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Poor Dog Bright</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_296">296</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Poor old Robinson Crusoe</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_240">240</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Pussy Cat ate the Dumplings</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, where have you been?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Pussy sits beside the Fire</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the Sun</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Rain, Rain, go away</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_309">309</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Rain, Rain, go to Spain</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Ride a Cock-Horse</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Robin and Richard were two pretty Men</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">See a Pin and pick it up</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_259">259</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">See-saw, Margery Daw</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">See, see, what shall I see?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Simple Simon (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Sing a Song of Sixpence (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Snail, Snail, come out of your Hole</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Snail, Snail, come put out your Horn</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Solomon Grundy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Some little Mice sat in a Barn</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_320">320</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Swan, Swan, over the Sea</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Taffy was a Welshman</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_291">291</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Barber shaved the Mason</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Cat sat asleep by the side of the Fire</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Cock doth Crow</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Cuckoo's a bonny Bird</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Fox and the Farmer</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_186">186</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The great Brown Owl</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The House that Jack built</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_196">196</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The King of France went up the Hill</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the Crown</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Man in the Moon</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The North Wind doth blow</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span>The Old Woman and her Pig</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Old Woman must stand at the Tub, Tub, Tub</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_229">229</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Queen of Hearts</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_210">210</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was a Crooked Man</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was a Fat Man of Bombay</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was a Jolly Miller</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was a little Man and he had a little Gun</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was a Monkey climbed up a Tree</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Old Crow</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Old Man of Tobago</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_262">262</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Old Woman, and what do you think?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Old Woman as I've heard tell</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_134">134</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Old Woman called Nothing-at-all</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Old Woman lived under a Hill</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Old Woman tossed up in a Basket</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Old Woman who lived in a Shoe</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_218">218</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was an Owl lived in an Oak</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There was a Rat, for want of Stairs</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">There were Three Crows sat ona Stone</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Robin Redbreasts</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Rose is Red, the Violet's Blue</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_310">310</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Turtle Dove's Nest</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Waves on the Sea-shore</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Wonderful Derby Ram</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">The Young Linnets</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">This is the way the Ladies go</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Thomas a Tattamus took two T's</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Three Children sliding on the Ice</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Three Straws on a Staff</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Three Wise Men of Gotham</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">To make your Candles last for aye</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">To Market, to Market, a gallop, a trot</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">To Market, to Market, to buy a Fat Pig</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Tommy kept a Chandler's Shop</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_258">258</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Tom Thumb's Alphabet</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son (<i>Music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Twinkle, twinkle, little Star</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Two Legs sat upon Three Legs</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Up Hill and down Dale</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_287">287</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Up Hill, spare me</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Valentine, oh, Valentine</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_311">311</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Walrus (The) and the Carpenter</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">We are all in the Dumps</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">We'll go a-shooting</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_310">310</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">What's the News of the Day?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">When I was a Bachelor, I lived by myself</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">When Little Fred went to Bed</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">When the Wind is in the East</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Where are you going to, my pretty Maid?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Who Stole the Bird's Nest?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Willy Boy, Willy Boy, where are you going?</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">Young Lambs to sell, Young Lambs to sell</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left">You shall have an Apple</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2>MOTHER GOOSE'S NURSERY RHYMES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class='title'>OLD MOTHER GOOSE.</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Old</span> Mother Goose, when<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She wanted to wander,</span><br />
+Would ride through the air<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a very fine gander.</span><br />
+<br />
+Mother Goose had a house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twas built in a wood,</span><br />
+Where an owl at the door<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For sentinel stood.</span><br />
+<br />
+This is her son Jack,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A plain-looking lad,</span><br />
+He is not very good,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor yet very bad.</span><br />
+<br />
+She sent him to market,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A live goose he bought,</span><br />
+"Here, mother," says he,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It will not go for nought."</span><br />
+<br />
+Jack's goose and her gander<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grew very fond,</span><br />
+They'd both eat together,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or swim in one pond.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 437px;">
+<img src="images/i_010.png" width="437" height="600" alt="Jack to buy goose" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;SHE SENT HIM TO MARKET, A LIVE GOOSE HE BOUGHT.&quot;</span>
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br /><br />
+Jack found one fine morning<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I have been told,</span><br />
+His goose had laid him<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An egg of pure gold.</span><br />
+<br />
+Jack rode to his mother,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The news for to tell,</span><br />
+She called him a good boy<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said it was well.</span><br />
+<br />
+Jack sold his gold egg<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To a rogue of a Jew,</span><br />
+Who cheated him out of<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The half of his due.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then Jack went a-courting<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lady so gay,</span><br />
+As fair as the lily,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sweet as the May.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Jew and the Squire<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came behind his back,</span><br />
+And began to belabour<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sides of poor Jack.</span><br />
+<br />
+And then the gold egg<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was thrown into the sea,</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 398px;">
+<img src="images/i_012.png" width="398" height="451" alt="Jack Vowing" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+When Jack he jumped in,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And got it back presently.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Jew got the goose,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which he vowed he would kill,</span><br />
+Resolving at once<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His pockets to fill.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 393px;">
+<img src="images/i_013.png" width="393" height="444" alt="Mother Goose riding a goose" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Jack's mother came in,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And caught the goose soon,</span><br />
+And mounting its back,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flew up to the moon.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i_014.png" width="400" height="297" alt="Mother and children" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+<span class="smcap">Boys</span> and girls, come out to play,<br />
+The moon does shine as bright as day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And meet your playfellows in the street;</span><br />
+Come with a whoop, and come with a call,<br />
+And come with a good will, or not at all.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up the ladder and down the wall,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A halfpenny loaf will serve us all.</span><br />
+You find milk and I'll find flour,<br />
+And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 456px;">
+<img src="images/i_015.png" width="456" height="464" alt="Tom Thumb's Alphabet title" />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 446px;">
+<img src="images/i_016.png" width="446" height="600" alt="A" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 457px;">
+<img src="images/i_017.png" width="457" height="600" alt="B" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/i_018.png" width="451" height="600" alt="C" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;">
+<img src="images/i_019.png" width="447" height="600" alt="D" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/i_020.png" width="451" height="600" alt="E" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/i_021.png" width="451" height="600" alt="F" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i_022.png" width="450" height="600" alt="G" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i_023.png" width="450" height="600" alt="H" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 448px;">
+<img src="images/i_024.png" width="448" height="600" alt="I" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i_025.png" width="450" height="600" alt="J" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 454px;">
+<img src="images/i_026.png" width="454" height="600" alt="K" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 452px;">
+<img src="images/i_027.png" width="452" height="600" alt="L" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 446px;">
+<img src="images/i_028.png" width="446" height="600" alt="M" />
+</div>
+<p><br /><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 448px;">
+<img src="images/i_029.png" width="448" height="600" alt="N" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 456px;">
+<img src="images/i_030.png" width="456" height="600" alt="O" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 449px;">
+<img src="images/i_031.png" width="449" height="600" alt="P" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 458px;">
+<img src="images/i_032.png" width="458" height="600" alt="Q" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 458px;">
+<img src="images/i_033.png" width="458" height="600" alt="R" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 453px;">
+<img src="images/i_034.png" width="453" height="600" alt="S" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 454px;">
+<img src="images/i_035.png" width="454" height="600" alt="T" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 458px;">
+<img src="images/i_036.png" width="458" height="600" alt="U" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 446px;">
+<img src="images/i_037.png" width="446" height="600" alt="V" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/i_038.png" width="451" height="600" alt="W" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 452px;">
+<img src="images/i_039.png" width="452" height="600" alt="X" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i_040.png" width="450" height="600" alt="Y" />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 452px;">
+<img src="images/i_041.png" width="452" height="600" alt="Z" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class='poem1'><br /><br />
+A was an Archer,<br />
+ who shot at a frog.<br /><br />
+
+B was a Butcher,<br />
+ who had a great dog.<br /><br />
+
+C was a Captain,<br />
+ all covered with lace.<br /><br />
+
+D was a Drummer,<br />
+ who played with a grace.<br /><br />
+
+E was an Esquire
+ with pride on his brow.<br /><br />
+
+F was a Farmer,<br />
+ who followed the plough.<br /><br />
+
+G was a Gamester,<br />
+ who had but ill-luck.<br /><br />
+
+H was a Hunter,<br />
+ who hunted a buck.<br /><br />
+
+I was an Italian,<br />
+ who had a white mouse.<br /><br />
+
+J was a Joiner,<br />
+ who built up a house.<br /><br />
+
+K was a King,<br />
+ so mighty and grand.<br /><br />
+
+L was a Lady,<br />
+ who had a white hand.<br /><br />
+
+M was a Miser,<br />
+who hoarded up gold.<br /><br />
+
+N was a Nobleman,<br />
+gallant and bold.<br /><br />
+
+O was an Organ-Boy,<br />
+who played for his bread.<br /><br />
+
+P a Policeman,<br />
+of bad boys the dread.<br /><br />
+
+Q was a Quaker,<br />
+who would not bow down.<br /><br />
+
+R was a Robber,<br />
+who prowled about town.<br /><br />
+
+S was a Sailor,<br />
+who spent all he got.<br /><br />
+
+T was a Tinker,<br />
+who mended a pot.<br /><br />
+
+U was an Usher,<br />
+with dunces severe.<br /><br />
+
+V was a Veteran,<br />
+who never knew fear.<br /><br />
+
+W was a Waiter,<br />
+with dinners in store.<br /><br />
+
+X was Expensive,<br />
+and so became poor.<br /><br />
+
+Y was a Youth,<br />
+who did not like school.<br /><br />
+
+Z was a Zany,<br />
+who looked a great fool.<br /><br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER.<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">The</span> sun was shining on the sea,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shining with all his might:</span><br />
+He did his very best to make<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The billows smooth and bright&mdash;</span><br />
+And this was odd, because it was<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The middle of the night.</span><br />
+<br />
+The moon was shining sulkily,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because she thought the sun</span><br />
+Had got no business to be there<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">After the day was done&mdash;</span><br />
+"It's very rude of him," she said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To come and spoil the fun!"</span><br />
+<br />
+The sea was wet as wet could be,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sands were dry as dry.</span><br />
+You could not see a cloud, because<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No cloud was in the sky:</span><br />
+No birds were flying overhead&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were no birds to fly.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Walrus and the Carpenter<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were walking close at hand;</span><br />
+They wept like anything to see<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such quantities of sand:</span><br />
+"If this were only cleared away,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They said, "it <i>would</i> be grand!"</span><br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span><br />
+"If seven maids with seven mops<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swept it for half a year,</span><br />
+Do you suppose," the Walrus said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That they could get it clear?"</span><br />
+"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shed a bitter tear.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i_043.png" width="350" height="229" alt="Walrus" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Walrus did beseech.</span><br />
+"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the briny beach:</span><br />
+We cannot do with more than four,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give a hand to each."</span><br />
+<br />
+The eldest Oyster looked at him,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But never a word he said:</span><br />
+The eldest Oyster winked his eye,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shook his heavy head&mdash;</span><br />
+Meaning to say he did not choose<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To leave the oyster-bed.</span><br />
+<br />
+But four young Oysters hurried up,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All eager for the treat:</span><br />
+Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their shoes were clean and neat&mdash;</span><br />
+And this was odd, because, you know,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hadn't any feet.</span><br />
+<br />
+Four other Oysters followed them,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet another four;</span><br />
+And thick and fast they came at last,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And more, and more, and more&mdash;</span><br />
+All hopping through the frothy waves,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And scrambling to the shore.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Walrus and the Carpenter<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Walked on a mile or so,</span><br />
+And then they rested on a rock<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Conveniently low:</span><br />
+And all the little Oysters stood<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And waited in a row.</span><br />
+<br />
+"The time has come," the Walrus said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To talk of many things:</span><br />
+Of shoes&mdash;and ships&mdash;and sealing-wax&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of cabbages&mdash;and kings&mdash;</span><br />
+And why the sea is boiling hot&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whether pigs have wings."</span><br />
+<br />
+"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Before we have our chat;</span><br />
+For some of us are out of breath,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all of us are fat!"</span><br />
+"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They thanked him much for that.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 354px;">
+<img src="images/i_045.png" width="354" height="241" alt="Walrus &amp; carpenter" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Is what we chiefly need:</span><br />
+Pepper and vinegar besides<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are very good indeed&mdash;</span><br />
+Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We can begin to feed."</span><br />
+<br />
+"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Turning a little blue.</span><br />
+"After such kindness, that would be<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A dismal thing to do!"</span><br />
+"The night is fine," the Walrus said.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Do you admire the view?</span><br />
+<br />
+"It was so kind of you to come!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you are very nice!"</span><br />
+The Carpenter said nothing but<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Cut us another slice:</span><br />
+I wish you were not quite so deaf&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've had to ask you twice!"</span><br />
+<br />
+"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To play them such a trick,</span><br />
+After we've brought them out so far,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made them trot so quick!"</span><br />
+The Carpenter said nothing but<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The butter's spread too thick!"</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 354px;">
+<img src="images/i_046.png" width="354" height="230" alt="Walrus and carpenter again" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"I weep for you," the Walrus said:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I deeply sympathize."</span><br />
+With sobs and tears he sorted out<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those of the largest size,</span><br />
+Holding his pocket-handkerchief<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before his streaming eyes.</span><br />
+<br />
+"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"You've had a pleasant run!</span><br />
+Shall we be trotting home again?"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But answer there came none&mdash;</span><br />
+And this was scarcely odd, because<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They'd eaten every one.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="sig">
+&mdash;<span class="smcap">Lewis Carroll.</span><br />
+</div>
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> By permission of the Author.</p></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 436px;">
+<img src="images/i_047.png" width="436" height="452" alt="man" />
+<span class="caption">A MAN WENT HUNTING AT REIGATE.</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+A man went hunting at Reigate,<br />
+And wished to jump over a high gate;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says the owner, "Go round,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With your horse and your hound,</span><br />
+For you never shall leap over my gate."<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;">
+<img src="images/i_048.png" width="408" height="600" alt="Man falling off wall" />
+<span class="caption">HUMPTY-DUMPTY.</span>
+</div>
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;">
+<img src="images/i_049.png" width="406" height="600" alt="Music: Humpty Dumpty" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/049.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,<br />
+Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;<br />
+All the king's horses,<br />
+and all the king's men,<br />
+Couldn't set Humpty Dumpty up again.<br />
+</div>
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 419px;">
+<img src="images/i_050.png" width="419" height="600" alt="Owl in oak" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THERE WAS AN OWL LIVED IN AN OAK.&quot;</span>
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+There was an Owl lived in an oak,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;</span><br />
+And all the words he ever spoke<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle.</span><br />
+A sportsman chanced to come that way,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;</span><br />
+Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle!"</span><br />
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 205px;">
+<img src="images/i_051.png" width="205" height="186" alt="Owl in tree" />
+</div>
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>GOOD KING ARTHUR.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">When</span> good King Arthur ruled this land,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a goodly King;</span><br />
+He bought three pecks of barley-meal,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make a bag-pudding.</span><br />
+<br />
+A bag-pudding the King did make,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stuffed it well with plums,</span><br />
+And in it put great lumps of fat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As big as my two thumbs.</span><br />
+<br />
+The King and Queen did eat thereof,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And noblemen beside;</span><br />
+And what they could not eat that night,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Queen next morning fried.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/i_052a.png" width="410" height="297" alt="Riding a pig" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,<br />
+Home again, home again, jiggety jig.<br />
+To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,<br />
+Home again, home again, jiggety jog.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 181px;">
+<img src="images/i_052b.png" width="181" height="252" alt="Bun seller" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Hot cross buns, hot cross buns,<br />
+One a penny, two a penny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hot cross buns.</span><br />
+If your daughters don't like them,<br />
+Give them to your sons,<br />
+One a penny, two a penny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hot cross buns.</span><br />
+</div>
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 231px;">
+<img src="images/i_053a.png" width="231" height="192" alt="Bird on branch" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST?</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">To-whit!</span> to-whit! to-whee!<br />
+Will you listen to me?<br />
+Who stole four eggs I laid,<br />
+And the nice nest I made?<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 202px;">
+<img src="images/i_053b.png" width="202" height="463" alt="A nest, a cow, a tree" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!<br />
+Such a thing I'd never do.<br />
+I gave you a wisp of hay,<br />
+But did not take your nest away;<br />
+Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!<br />
+Such a thing I'd never do.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 201px;">
+<img src="images/i_054.png" width="201" height="609" alt="dog, bird, sheep bird" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link!<br />
+Now, what do you think?<br />
+Who stole a nest away<br />
+From the plum-tree to-day?<br />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Not I, said the dog, bow-wow!<br />
+I wouldn't be so mean, I vow.<br />
+I gave some hairs the nest to make,<br />
+But the nest I did not take;<br />
+Not I, said the dog, bow-wow!<br />
+I would not be so mean, I vow.<br />
+<br />
+Coo-coo! coo-coo! coo-coo!<br />
+Let me speak a word or two:<br />
+Who stole that pretty nest<br />
+From little Robin Redbreast?<br />
+<br />
+Not I, said the sheep; oh, no,<br />
+I would not treat a poor bird so;<br />
+I gave the wool the nest to line,<br />
+But the nest was none of mine.<br />
+Baa! baa! said the sheep; oh, no!<br />
+I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.<br />
+<br />
+
+Caw! caw! cried the crow,<br />
+I should like to know<br />
+What thief took away<br />
+A bird's-nest to-day.<br />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figright" style="width: 176px;">
+<img src="images/i_055.png" width="176" height="477" alt="hen" />
+</div>
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Chuck! chuck! said the hen,<br />
+Don't ask me again;<br />
+Why, I haven't a chick<br />
+Would do such a trick.<br />
+We all gave her a feather,<br />
+And she wove them together.<br />
+I'd scorn to intrude<br />
+On her and her brood.<br />
+Chuck! chuck! said the hen,<br />
+Don't ask me again.<br />
+<br />
+Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr!<br />
+We will make a great stir.<br />
+Let us find out his name,<br />
+And all cry&mdash;For shame!<br />
+<br />
+A little boy hung down his head,<br />
+And went and hid behind the bed;<br />
+For he stole that pretty nest<br />
+From little Robin Redbreast;<br />
+And he felt so full of shame<br />
+He did not like to tell his name.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 426px;">
+<img src="images/i_056.png" width="426" height="600" alt="Miller in front of waterwheel" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER.&quot;</span>
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was a jolly miller<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lived on the river Dee:</span><br />
+He worked and sang from morn till night,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No lark so blithe as he.</span><br />
+And this the burden of his song<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For ever used to be&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I care for nobody&mdash;no! not I,</span><br />
+Since nobody cares for me.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 252px;">
+<img src="images/i_057.png" width="252" height="337" alt="Miller smoking pipe" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
+<img src="images/i_058.png" width="423" height="594" alt="Man holding floating pig by rope" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;DICKERY, DICKERY, DARE.&quot;</span>
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Dickery, dickery, dare,<br />
+The pig flew up in the air;<br />
+The man in brown soon brought him down,<br />
+Dickery, dickery, dare.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Molly, my sister, and I fell out,<br />
+And what do you think it was about?<br />
+She loved coffee, and I loved tea,<br />
+And that was the reason we couldn't agree.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Solomon Grundy,<br />
+Born on a Monday,<br />
+Christened on Tuesday,<br />
+Married on Wednesday,<br />
+Very ill on Thursday,<br />
+Worse on Friday,<br />
+Died on Saturday,<br />
+Buried on Sunday.<br />
+This is the end<br />
+Of Solomon Grundy.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 306px;">
+<img src="images/i_060a.png" width="306" height="203" alt="Jack and Mrs. Spratt" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Jack Sprat could eat no fat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His wife could eat no lean;</span><br />
+And so betwixt them both, you see,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They licked the platter clean.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 309px;">
+<img src="images/i_060b.png" width="309" height="207" alt="Woman talking to man" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+As I went to Bonner,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I met a pig</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Without a wig,</span><br />
+Upon my word and honour.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/i_061.png" width="404" height="293" alt="Girl with dolly" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,<br />
+And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by;<br />
+Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,<br />
+Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Pitty Patty Polt,<br />
+Shoe the wild colt;<br />
+Here a nail,<br />
+And there a nail,<br />
+Pitty Patty Polt.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Brow, brow, brinkie,<br />
+Eye, eye, winkie,<br />
+Mouth, mouth, merry,<br />
+Cheek, cheek, cherry,<br />
+Chin chopper, chin chopper,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">&amp;c.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+If you are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you'll be,<br />
+You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;">
+<img src="images/i_062.png" width="422" height="459" alt="Man and milkmaid" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Where are you going to, my pretty maid?"<br />
+"I am going a-milking, sir," she said.<br />
+"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span>"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.<br />
+"What is your father, my pretty maid?"<br />
+"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.<br />
+"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"<br />
+"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.<br />
+"Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid."<br />
+"Nobody asked you, sir," she said.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/i_063.png" width="420" height="313" alt="Barber and mason" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The barber shaved the mason,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And as I suppose</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cut off his nose,</span><br />
+And popped it in the basin.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_064.png" width="401" height="554" alt="Mother Hubbard and dog looking into bare cupboard" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;OLD MOTHER HUBBARD WENT TO THE CUPBOARD.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 353px;">
+<img src="images/i_065.png" width="353" height="232" alt="Hubbard and dog before fire" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>OLD MOTHER HUBBARD<br />
+AND HER DOG.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Old</span> Mother Hubbard<br />
+Went to the cupboard,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get her poor Dog a bone;</span><br />
+But when she came there<br />
+The cupboard was bare,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so the poor Dog had none.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_066.png" width="405" height="410" alt="Dog dead" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the baker's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some bread,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor Dog was dead.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;">
+<img src="images/i_067.png" width="413" height="436" alt="Dog up" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the joiner's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a coffin,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The poor Dog was laughing,</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/i_068.png" width="407" height="415" alt="Dog smoking pipe" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She took a clean dish<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get him some tripe,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was smoking a pipe.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;">
+<img src="images/i_069.png" width="412" height="409" alt="Dog in chair" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the alehouse<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To get him some beer,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Dog sat in a chair.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_070.png" width="401" height="411" alt="Dog on his head" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the tavern<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For white wine and red,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Dog stood on his head.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;">
+<img src="images/i_071.png" width="399" height="410" alt="Dog feeding cat" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the hatter's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a hat,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was feeding the cat.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 398px;">
+<img src="images/i_072.png" width="398" height="414" alt="Dog dancing a jig" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the barber's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a wig,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was dancing a jig.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;">
+<img src="images/i_073.png" width="399" height="411" alt="Dog playing a flute" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the fruiterer's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some fruit,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was playing the flute.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/i_074.png" width="414" height="450" alt="Dog riding goat" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the tailor's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him a coat,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was riding a goat.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;">
+<img src="images/i_075.png" width="406" height="406" alt="Dog reading paper" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the cobbler's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some shoes,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was reading the news.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_076.png" width="401" height="414" alt="Dog spinning" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the sempstress<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some linen,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Dog was a-spinning.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_077.png" width="401" height="425" alt="Dog dressed" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+She went to the hosier's<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To buy him some hose,</span><br />
+But when she came back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was dressed in his clothes.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/i_078.png" width="417" height="547" alt="Dog bowing, Hubbard cursteying" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THE DAME MADE A CURTSEY, THE DOG MADE A BOW.&quot;</span>
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The Dame made a curtsey,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Dog made a bow;</span><br />
+The Dame said, "Your servant,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Dog said, "Bow wow."</span><br />
+<br />
+This wonderful Dog<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was Dame Hubbard's delight;</span><br />
+He could sing, he could dance,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He could read, he could write.</span><br />
+<br />
+She gave him rich dainties<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whenever he fed,</span><br />
+And erected a monument<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he was dead.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/i_079.png" width="396" height="206" alt="dog monument" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 421px;">
+<img src="images/i_080.png" width="421" height="600" alt="Jack Horner" />
+<span class="caption">LITTLE JACK HORNER.</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/i_081.png" width="414" height="600" alt="Jack Horner song" />
+</div>
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/081.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,<br />
+Eating a Christmas pie;<br />
+He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,<br />
+And said, "What a good boy am I!"<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 164px;">
+<img src="images/i_082.png" width="164" height="583" alt="monkey drawings" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was a monkey climbed up a tree;<br />
+When he fell down, then down fell he.<br />
+<br />
+There was a crow sat on a stone;<br />
+When he was gone, then there was none.<br />
+<br />
+There was an old wife did eat an apple;<br />
+When she ate two, she had ate a couple.<br />
+<br />
+There was a horse going to the mill;<br />
+When he went on, he didn't stand still.<br />
+<br />
+There was a butcher cut his thumb.<br />
+When it did bleed, then blood it did run.<br />
+<br />
+There was <ins title="Transcriber's Note: this word not present in original text">a</ins> jockey ran a race;<br />
+When he ran fast, he ran apace.<br />
+<br />
+There was a cobbler, clouting shoon;<br />
+When they were mended, then they were done.<br />
+<br />
+There was a navy went into Spain;<br />
+When it returned, it came back again.<br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE WAVES ON THE SEA-SHORE.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Roll</span> on, roll on, you restless waves,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That toss about and roar;</span><br />
+Why do you all run back again<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When you have reached the shore?</span><br />
+<br />
+Roll on, roll on, you noisy waves,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Roll higher up the strand;</span><br />
+How is it that you cannot pass<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That line of yellow sand?</span><br />
+<br />
+"We may not dare," the waves reply:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That line of yellow sand</span><br />
+Is laid along the shore to bound<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The waters and the land.</span><br />
+<br />
+"And all should keep to time and place,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all should keep to rule,</span><br />
+Both waves upon the sandy shore,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And little boys at school."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;">
+<img src="images/i_084.png" width="406" height="558" alt="Brid behind a fan" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;JENNY BLUSHED BEHIND HER FAN.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;">
+<img src="images/i_085.png" width="358" height="261" alt="bird on branch" />
+
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND<br />
+JENNY WREN.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">It</span> was on a merry time,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Jenny Wren was young,</span><br />
+So neatly as she danced,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so sweetly as she sung,&mdash;</span><br />
+<br />
+Robin Redbreast lost his heart:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a gallant bird;</span><br />
+He doffed his hat to Jenny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus to her he said:</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 387px;">
+<img src="images/i_086.png" width="387" height="359" alt="Robin calling" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"My dearest Jenny Wren,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you will but be mine,</span><br />
+You shall dine on cherry-pie,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drink nice currant-wine.</span><br />
+<br />
+"I'll dress you like a goldfinch,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or like a peacock gay;</span><br />
+So if you'll have me, Jenny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let us appoint the day."</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_087.png" width="405" height="394" alt="meeting the cock and hen" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Jenny blushed behind her fan,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus declared her mind:</span><br />
+"Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I take your offer kind;</span><br />
+<br />
+"Cherry-pie is very good,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So is currant-wine;</span><br />
+But I'll wear my russet gown,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never dress too fine."</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;">
+<img src="images/i_088.png" width="413" height="316" alt="the parson" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Robin rose up early,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the break of day;</span><br />
+He flew to Jenny Wren's house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sing a roundelay.</span><br />
+<br />
+He met the Cock and Hen,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bade the Cock declare,</span><br />
+This was his wedding-day<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Jenny Wren the fair.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Cock then blew his horn,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To let the neighbours know</span><br />
+This was Robin's wedding-day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they might see the show.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 356px;">
+<img src="images/i_089.png" width="356" height="308" alt="guests" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+At first came Parson Rook,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his spectacles and band;</span><br />
+And one of Mother Hubbard's books<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He held within his hand.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then followed him the Lark,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he could sweetly sing,</span><br />
+And he was to be the clerk<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At Cock Robin's wedding.</span><br />
+<br />
+He sang of Robin's love<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Little Jenny Wren;</span><br />
+And when he came unto the end,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then he began again.</span><br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span><br />
+The Goldfinch came on next,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give away the Bride;</span><br />
+The Linnet, being bridesmaid,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Walked by Jenny's side;</span><br />
+<br />
+And as she was a-walking,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said, "Upon my word,</span><br />
+I think that your Cock Robin<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is a very pretty bird."</span><br />
+<br />
+The Blackbird and the Thrush,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And charming Nightingale,</span><br />
+Whose sweet "jug" sweetly echoes<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through every grove and dale;</span><br />
+<br />
+The Sparrow and Tomtit,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And many more, were there;</span><br />
+All came to see the wedding<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Jenny Wren the fair.</span><br />
+<br />
+The Bullfinch walked by Robin,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus to him did say,</span><br />
+"Pray mark, friend Robin Redbreast,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Goldfinch dressed so gay:</span><br />
+<br />
+"What though her gay apparel<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Becomes her very well,</span><br />
+Yet Jenny's modest dress and look<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must bear away the bell."</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;">
+<img src="images/i_091.png" width="408" height="403" alt="bride and bridegroom" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Then came the Bride and Bridegroom;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quite plainly was she dressed,</span><br />
+And blushed so much, her cheeks were<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As red as Robin's breast.</span><br />
+<br />
+But Robin cheered her up;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My pretty Jen," said he,</span><br />
+"We're going to be married,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And happy we shall be."</span><br />
+<br />
+"Oh, then," says Parson Rook,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Who gives this maid away?"</span><br />
+"I do," says the Goldfinch,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And her fortune I will pay:</span><br />
+<br />
+"Here's a bag of grain of many sorts,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And other things beside:</span><br />
+Now happy be the bridegroom,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And happy be the bride!"</span><br />
+<br />
+"And will you have her, Robin,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be your wedded wife?"</span><br />
+"Yes, I will," says Robin,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And love her all my life!"</span><br />
+<br />
+"And you will have him, Jenny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your husband now to be?"</span><br />
+"Yes, I will," says Jenny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And love him heartily!"</span><br />
+<br />
+Then on her finger fair<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cock Robin put the ring;</span><br />
+"You're married now," says Parson Rook,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While the Lark aloud did sing:</span><br />
+<br />
+"Happy be the bridegroom,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And happy be the bride!</span><br />
+And may not man, nor bird, nor beast,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This happy pair divide!"</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/i_093.png" width="414" height="307" alt="the party" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The birds were asked to dine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not Jenny's friends alone,</span><br />
+But every pretty songster<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That had Cock Robin known.</span><br />
+<br />
+They had a cherry-pie,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Besides some currant-wine,</span><br />
+And every guest brought something,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That sumptuous they might dine.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now they all sat or stood,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To eat and to drink;</span><br />
+And every one said what<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He happened to think.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;">
+<img src="images/i_094.png" width="403" height="294" alt="more party" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+They each took a bumper,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drank to the pair,</span><br />
+Cock Robin the bridegroom,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Jenny the fair.</span><br />
+<br />
+The dinner-things removed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They all began to sing;</span><br />
+And soon they made the place<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near a mile round to ring.</span><br />
+<br />
+The concert it was fine;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And every bird tried</span><br />
+Who best should sing for Robin,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Jenny Wren the bride.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;">
+<img src="images/i_095.png" width="399" height="293" alt="Cock Robin shot" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+When in came the Cuckoo,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made a great rout;</span><br />
+He caught hold of Jenny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pulled her about.</span><br />
+<br />
+Cock Robin was angry,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so was the Sparrow,</span><br />
+Who fetched in a hurry<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His bow and his arrow.</span><br />
+<br />
+His aim then he took,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he took it not right;</span><br />
+His skill was not good,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or he shot in a fright;</span><br />
+<br />
+For the Cuckoo he missed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Cock Robin he killed!&mdash;</span><br />
+And all the birds mourned<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That his blood was so spilled.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 351px;">
+<img src="images/i_096.png" width="351" height="308" alt="mourning" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Alas! Poor Cock Robin!</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 355px;">
+<img src="images/i_097.png" width="355" height="360" alt="sparrow with bow " />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR<br />
+COCK ROBIN.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Who</span> killed Cock Robin?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Sparrow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my bow and arrow,</span><br />
+I killed Cock Robin.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Sparrow,<br />
+With his bow and arrow.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 349px;">
+<img src="images/i_098.png" width="349" height="365" alt="fly seeing him die" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who saw him die?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Fly,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my little eye,</span><br />
+I saw him die.<br />
+<br />
+This is the little Fly<br />
+Who saw Cock Robin die.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 357px;">
+<img src="images/i_099.png" width="357" height="361" alt="fish catching blood" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who caught his blood?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Fish,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my little dish,</span><br />
+I caught his blood.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Fish,<br />
+That held the dish.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;">
+<img src="images/i_100.png" width="358" height="363" alt="beetle making shroud" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll make his shroud?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Beetle,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my thread and needle,</span><br />
+I'll make his shroud.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Beetle,<br />
+With his thread and needle.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 355px;">
+<img src="images/i_101.png" width="355" height="356" alt="Owl with spade" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll dig his grave?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Owl,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my spade and show'l,</span><br />
+I'll dig his grave.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Owl,<br />
+With his spade and show'l.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 359px;">
+<img src="images/i_102.png" width="359" height="362" alt="Rook with book" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll be the Parson?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Rook,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With my little book,</span><br />
+I'll be the Parson.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Rook,<br />
+Reading his book.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;">
+<img src="images/i_103.png" width="358" height="356" alt="Lark" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll be the Clerk?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Lark,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If it's not in the dark,</span><br />
+I'll be the Clerk.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Lark,<br />
+Saying "Amen" like a clerk.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 369px;">
+<img src="images/i_104.png" width="369" height="390" alt="Kite carrying coffin" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll carry him to the grave?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Kite,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If it's not in the night,</span><br />
+I'll carry him to the grave.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Kite,<br />
+About to take flight.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 352px;">
+<img src="images/i_105.png" width="352" height="351" alt="Linnet" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll carry the link?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Linnet,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll fetch it in a minute,</span><br />
+I'll carry the link.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Linnet,<br />
+And a link with fire in it.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 360px;">
+<img src="images/i_106.png" width="360" height="348" alt="Dove mourning" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll be chief mourner?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Dove,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I mourn for my love,</span><br />
+I'll be chief mourner.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Dove,<br />
+Who Cock Robin did love.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 360px;">
+<img src="images/i_107.png" width="360" height="357" alt="Singing thrush" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll sing a psalm?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Thrush,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she sat in a bush,</span><br />
+I'll sing a psalm.<br />
+<br />
+This is the Thrush,<br />
+Singing psalms from a bush.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 365px;">
+<img src="images/i_108.png" width="365" height="351" alt="Bull pulling bell cord" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Who'll toll the bell?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I, said the Bull,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because I can pull;</span><br />
+So, Cock Robin, farewell!<br />
+<br />
+This is the Bull<br />
+Who the bell-rope did pull.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_109.png" width="401" height="550" alt="Poor Cock Robin sign" />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+All the birds of the air<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fell a-sighing and sobbing,</span><br />
+When they heard the bell toll<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Poor Cock Robin.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 347px;">
+<img src="images/i_110.png" width="347" height="309" alt="birds mourning" />
+
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>FREDDIE AND THE CHERRY-TREE.</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="F image and poem">
+<tr><td align="right" valign='top'><img src="images/i_111.png" width="200" height="390" alt="F in a tee" />
+</td><td align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />REDDIE saw some fine ripe cherries<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hanging on a cherry-tree,</span><br />
+And he said, "You pretty cherries,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will you not come down to me?"</span><br />
+<br />
+"Thank you kindly," said a cherry,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We would rather stay up here;</span><br />
+If we ventured down this morning,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You would eat us up, I fear."</span><br />
+<br />
+One, the finest of the cherries,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dangled from a slender twig;</span><br />
+"You are beautiful," said Freddie,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Red and ripe, and oh, how big!"</span><br />
+<br />
+"Catch me," said the cherry, "catch me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little master, if you can."</span><br />
+"I would catch you soon," said Freddie,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If I were a grown-up man."</span><br />
+<br />
+Freddie jumped, and tried to reach it,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Standing high upon his toes;</span><br />
+But the cherry bobbed about,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And laughed, and tickled Freddie's nose.</span><br />
+</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/i_112.png" width="430" height="505" alt="Simple Simon song" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/112.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Simple Simon met a pieman,<br />
+Going to the fair;<br />
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,<br />
+"Let me taste your ware."<br />
+Says the pieman to Simple Simon,<br />
+"Show me first your penny."<br />
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,<br />
+"Indeed I have not any."<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+He went to catch a dickey-bird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thought he could not fail,</span><br />
+Because he'd got a little salt<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To put upon his tail.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_113.png" width="405" height="456" alt="Simon and Pieman" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+He went to take a bird's nest,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was built upon a bough:</span><br />
+A branch gave way, and Simon fell<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into a dirty slough.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 303px;">
+<img src="images/i_114.png" width="303" height="401" alt="Simon fishing in pail" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+He went to shoot a wild duck,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But wild duck flew away;</span><br />
+Says Simon, "I can't hit him,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because he will not stay."</span><br />
+<br />
+Simple Simon went a-hunting,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to catch a hare,</span><br />
+He rode an ass about the streets,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But couldn't find one there.</span><br />
+<br />
+Simple Simon went a-fishing<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to catch a whale;</span><br />
+All the water he had got<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was in his mother's pail.</span><br />
+<br />
+He went for to eat honey<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out of the mustard-pot,</span><br />
+He bit his tongue until he cried,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That was all the good he got.</span><br />
+<br />
+He went to ride a spotted cow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That had a little calf,</span><br />
+She threw him down upon the ground,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which made the people laugh.</span><br />
+<br />
+Once Simon made a great snowball,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brought it in to roast;</span><br />
+He laid it down before the fire,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And soon the ball was lost.</span><br />
+<br />
+He went to slide upon the ice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the ice would bear;</span><br />
+Then he plunged in above his knees,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which made poor Simon stare.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 309px;">
+<img src="images/i_116.png" width="309" height="404" alt="Simon and thistle" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+He washed himself with blacking-ball,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because he had no soap;</span><br />
+Then said unto his mother,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'm a beauty now, I hope."</span><br />
+<br />
+Simple Simon went to look<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If plums grew on a thistle;</span><br />
+He pricked his fingers very much,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which made poor Simon whistle.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_117a.png" width="401" height="434" alt="Simon and sieve" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+He went for water in a sieve,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But soon it all ran through;</span><br />
+And now poor Simple Simon<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bids you all adieu.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 119px;">
+<img src="images/i_117b.png" width="119" height="46" alt="Ivy decoration" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 354px;">
+<img src="images/i_118a.png" width="354" height="271" alt="Willy and friends" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I will go with you, if I may.</span><br />
+I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am going to see them make the hay.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 199px;">
+<img src="images/i_118b.png" width="199" height="254" alt="Girl chasing birtds away" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Away, Birds, away!<br />
+Take a little, and leave a little,<br />
+And do not come again;<br />
+For if you do,<br />
+I will shoot you through,<br />
+And then there will be an end of you.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;">
+<img src="images/i_119.png" width="422" height="303" alt="dog at a bar" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+I had a little dog, they called him Buff,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;</span><br />
+But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So take that cuff, and that's enough.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The Cock doth crow<br />
+To let you know,<br />
+If you be wise,<br />
+'T is time to rise.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Jack Sprat<br />
+Had a cat,<br />
+It had but one ear,<br />
+It went to buy butter,<br />
+When butter was dear.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The King of France went up the hill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With twenty thousand men,</span><br />
+The King of France came down the hill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ne'er went up again.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 409px;">
+<img src="images/i_120.png" width="409" height="600" alt="man seeing crow through window" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;A CARRION CROW.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 424px;">
+<img src="images/i_121.png" width="424" height="447" alt="wife and man with crossbow looking at bird" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+A carrion crow sat on an oak,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</span><br />
+Watching a tailor shape his coat;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,</span><br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!</span><br />
+<br />
+Wife, bring me my old bent bow,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</span><br />
+That I may shoot yon carrion crow;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!</span><br />
+<br />
+The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</span><br />
+And shot the miller's sow right through the heart;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!</span><br />
+<br />
+Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</span><br />
+For the old miller's sow is in a swoon;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Mary had a pretty bird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Feathers bright and yellow,</span><br />
+Slender legs&mdash;upon my word,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was a pretty fellow.</span><br />
+<br />
+The sweetest notes he always sung,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which much delighted Mary,</span><br />
+And near the cage she'd ever sit,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To hear her own canary.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/i_123a.png" width="425" height="306" alt="Little Betty and Gentlemen" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Little Blue Betty lived in a lane,<br />
+She sold good ale to gentlemen:<br />
+Gentlemen came every day,<br />
+And Little Blue Betty hopped away;<br />
+She hopped upstairs to make her bed,<br />
+And she tumbled down, and broke her head.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 192px;">
+<img src="images/i_123b.png" width="192" height="243" alt="Girl with candle" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">[A CANDLE.]</span><br />
+<br />
+Little Nancy Etticote,<br />
+In a white petticoat,<br />
+With a red nose;<br />
+The longer she stands,<br />
+The shorter she grows.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_124.png" width="405" height="550" alt="Frog in a hat" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem2">
+<span class="smcap">A Frog</span> he would a-wooing go,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+Whether his mother would let him or no.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+<br />
+So off he set with his opera hat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+And on the road he met with a rat.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+"Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 367px;">
+<img src="images/i_126.png" width="367" height="317" alt="Frog calling on Mrs. Mouse" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem2">
+"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+But let it be something that's not very long."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+"A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+But while they were all a merry-making,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+The cat she seized the rat by the crown;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley.</span><br />
+He took up his hat, and he wished them good night.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+<br />
+But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">With a rowley powley, &amp;c.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/i_128.png" width="411" height="398" alt="White duck following Frog" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem2">
+So there was an end of one, two, and three,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 12em;">Heigho, says Rowley,</span><br />
+The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!</span><br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">I saw</span> a ship a-sailing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-sailing on the sea;</span><br />
+And, oh! it was all laden<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With pretty things for thee!</span><br />
+<br />
+There were comfits in the cabin,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And apples in the hold;</span><br />
+The sails were made of silk,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the masts were made of gold.</span><br />
+<br />
+The four and twenty sailors<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That stood between the decks,</span><br />
+Were four and twenty white mice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With chains about their necks.</span><br />
+<br />
+The captain was a duck,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a packet on his back;</span><br />
+And when the ship began to move,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captain said, "Quack! quack!"</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;">
+<img src="images/i_130.png" width="403" height="556" alt="Everyone dancing" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;AS SOON AS HE PLAY&#39;D THEY BEGAN FOR TO DANCE.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play the music on the next three pages (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/131.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_131.png" width="401" height="600" alt="Tom's song 1" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Tom, Tom, was a pi per's son,<br />
+He learn'd to play when he was young;<br />
+But the only tune that he could play,<br />
+Was "Over the hills and far away."<br />
+<br />
+Tom with his pipe made such a noise,<br />
+That he pleased both the girls and boys;<br />
+They'd dance and skip while he did play,<br />
+"Over the hills and far away."<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 387px;">
+<img src="images/i_132.png" width="387" height="600" alt="Tom's song 2" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,<br />
+That those who heard him could never keep still;<br />
+As soon as he play'd they began for to dance,<br />
+Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.<br />
+<br />
+He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of Eggs&mdash;<br />
+He used his pipe and she used her legs;<br />
+She danc'd about till her eggs were all broke,<br />
+She began for to fret, but he laugh'd at the joke.<br />
+<br />
+And as Dolly was milking her cow one day,<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 387px;">
+<img src="images/i_133.png" width="387" height="600" alt="Tom's song part 3" />
+</div>
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;<br />
+So Doll and the cow they danc'd a lilt,<br />
+Till the pail fell down and the milk was all spilt.<br />
+<br />
+Tom saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,<br />
+Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;<br />
+He took out his pipe and he play'd them a tune,<br />
+And the poor donkey's load was lighten'd full soon.<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 421px;">
+<img src="images/i_134.png" width="421" height="309" alt="Woman talking to dog" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">There</span> was an old woman, as I've heard tell,<br />
+She went to market her eggs for to sell;<br />
+She went to market all on a market day,<br />
+And she fell asleep on the King's highway.<br />
+<br />
+There came by a pedlar, whose name was Stout,<br />
+He cut her petticoats all round about;<br />
+He cut her petticoats up to the knees,<br />
+Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.<br />
+<br />
+When the little old woman first did wake,<br />
+She began to shiver and she began to shake;<br />
+She began to wonder, and she began to cry,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span>"Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I!<br />
+<br />
+But if it be I, as I hope it be,<br />
+I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;<br />
+If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,<br />
+And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."<br />
+<br />
+Home went the little woman all in the dark,<br />
+Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;<br />
+He began to bark, so she began to cry,<br />
+"Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!"<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<i>High</i> diddle ding,<br />
+Did you hear the bells ring?<br />
+The Parliament soldiers are gone to the King!<br />
+Some they did laugh, some they did cry,<br />
+To see the Parliament soldiers pass by.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 254px;">
+<img src="images/i_135.png" width="254" height="201" alt="Three men in a bowl" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Three wise men of Gotham<br />
+Went to sea in a bowl;<br />
+If the bowl had been stronger<br />
+My story had been longer.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 409px;">
+<img src="images/i_136.png" width="409" height="600" alt="Boy Blue fast asleep" />
+<span class="caption">LITTLE BOY BLUE.</span>
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Little Boy Blue, come, blow me your horn;<br />
+The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.<br />
+Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?<br />
+He's under the haycock, fast asleep.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 432px;">
+<img src="images/i_137.png" width="432" height="438" alt="Boy blue found asleep" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_138.png" width="405" height="313" alt="Robins" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE ROBIN REDBREASTS.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Two Robin Redbreasts built their nests<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within a hollow tree;</span><br />
+The hen sat quietly at home,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cock sang merrily;</span><br />
+And all the little young ones said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."</span><br />
+<br />
+One day (the sun was warm and bright,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shining in the sky),</span><br />
+Cock Robin said, "My little dears,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'T is time you learn to fly;"</span><br />
+And all the little young ones said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."</span><br />
+<br />
+I know a child, and <i>who she is</i><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll tell you by-and-by,</span><br />
+When Mamma says, "Do this," or "that,"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She says, "What for?" and "Why?"</span><br />
+She'd be a better child by far<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If she would say "I'll try."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">There</span> was an old woman<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lived under a hill,</span><br />
+And if she's not gone,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She lives there still.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 199px;">
+<img src="images/i_139.png" width="199" height="303" alt="Woman under hill" />
+</div>
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+We are all in the dumps,<br />
+For diamonds are trumps,<br />
+The kittens are gone to St. Paul's,<br />
+The babies are bit,<br />
+The moon's in a fit,<br />
+And the houses are built without walls.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">As</span> I was going along, long, long,<br />
+A-singing a comical song, song, song,<br />
+The lane that I went was so long, long, long,<br />
+And the song that I sung was so long, long, long,<br />
+And so I went singing along.<br />
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 202px;">
+<img src="images/i_140a.png" width="202" height="291" alt="Singing along" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A-milking, a-milking, my maid,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Cow, take care of your heels," she said;</span><br />
+"And you shall have some nice new hay,<br />
+If you'll quietly let me milk away."<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 184px;">
+<img src="images/i_140b.png" width="184" height="244" alt="Old man" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Old father Grey Beard,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without tooth or tongue,</span><br />
+If you'll give me your finger,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll give you my thumb.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 206px;">
+<img src="images/i_141.png" width="206" height="245" alt="baby on mum's lap" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Dance a baby diddit,<br />
+What can his mother do with it,<br />
+But sit in a lap,<br />
+And give him some pap?<br />
+Dance a baby diddit.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Snail, snail, come out of your hole,<br />
+Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+At the siege of Belleisle I was there all the while,<br />
+All the while, all the while, at the siege of Belleisle.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Bye, baby bunting,<br />
+Father's gone a-hunting,<br />
+Mother's gone a-milking,<br />
+Sister's gone a-silking,<br />
+Brother's gone to buy a skin<br />
+To wrap the baby bunting in.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;">
+<img src="images/i_142.png" width="408" height="600" alt="man selling toy lambs" />
+<span class="caption">YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL.</span>
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell;<br />
+If I had as much money as I could tell<br />
+I never would cry young lambs to sell,<br />
+Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell,<br />
+I never would cry, young lambs to sell.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 398px;">
+<img src="images/i_143.png" width="398" height="310" alt="man at gate" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 351px;">
+<img src="images/i_144a.png" width="351" height="268" alt="woman and child" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-head;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tarry a while, says Slow;</span><br />
+Put on the pan, says Greedy Nan,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let's sup before we go.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 205px;">
+<img src="images/i_144b.png" width="205" height="260" alt="man snuffing out candle" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+To make your candles last for aye,<br />
+You wives and maids give ear-o!<br />
+To put them out's the only way,<br />
+Says honest John Boldero.<br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE GREAT BROWN OWL</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">The</span> Brown Owl sits in the ivy-bush,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she looketh wondrous wise,</span><br />
+With a horny beak beneath her cowl,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a pair of large round eyes.</span><br />
+<br />
+She sat all day on the selfsame spray,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From sunrise till sunset;</span><br />
+And the dim grey light, it was all too bright<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Owl to see in yet.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Jenny Owlet, Jenny Owlet," said a merry little bird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"They say you're wondrous wise;</span><br />
+But I don't think you see, though you're looking at ME<br />
+With your large, round, shining eyes."<br />
+<br />
+But night came soon, and the pale white moon<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rolled high up in the skies;</span><br />
+And the great Brown Owl flew away in her cowl,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With her large, round, shining eyes.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/i_146.png" width="418" height="600" alt="Tom singing" />
+<span class="caption">LITTLE TOM TUCKER.</span>
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;">
+<img src="images/i_147.png" width="408" height="600" alt="Music: LITTLE TOM TUCKER" />
+</div>
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/147.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Little Tom Tucker<br />
+Sings for his supper:<br />
+What shall he eat?<br />
+White bread and butter.<br />
+How shall he cut it<br />
+Without e'er a knife?<br />
+How can he marry<br />
+Without e'er a wife?<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 380px;">
+<img src="images/i_148a.png" width="380" height="182" alt="talking to a snail" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,<br />
+The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail.<br />
+She put out her horns, like a little Kyloe cow,<br />
+Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all just now.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 211px;">
+<img src="images/i_148b.png" width="211" height="203" alt="Doctor in the rain" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,<br />
+In a shower of rain;<br />
+He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle,<br />
+And never went there again.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Mary, Mary, quite contrary,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How does your garden grow?</span><br />
+Silver bells and cockle-shells,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pretty maids all in a row.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/i_149.png" width="250" height="355" alt="man in moon tumbling down" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The man in the moon<br />
+Came tumbling down,<br />
+And asked the way to Norwich;<br />
+He went by the south,<br />
+And burnt his mouth<br />
+With eating cold pease porridge.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a rail,<br />
+Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail;<br />
+Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a bridle,<br />
+With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Pit, pat, well-a-day!<br />
+Little Robin flew away;<br />
+Where can little Robin be,<br />
+But up in yon cherry-tree?<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Ding, dong, darrow,<br />
+The cat and the sparrow;<br />
+The little dog has burnt his tail,<br />
+And he shall be whipped to-morrow.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 394px;">
+<img src="images/i_150.png" width="394" height="311" alt="Lady and gentleman duck out walking" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>DAME DUCK'S LESSONS TO HER
+DUCKLINGS.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Old Mother Duck</span> has hatched a brood<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of ducklings, small and callow:</span><br />
+Their little wings are short, their down<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is mottled grey and yellow.</span><br />
+<br />
+There is a quiet little stream,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That runs into the moat,</span><br />
+Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And water-lilies float.</span><br />
+<br />
+Close by the margin of the brook<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The old Duck made her nest,</span><br />
+Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And down from her own breast.</span><br />
+<br />
+And there she sat for four long weeks,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In rainy days and fine,</span><br />
+Until the Ducklings all came out&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.</span><br />
+<br />
+One peeped out from beneath her wing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One scrambled on her back:</span><br />
+"That's very rude," said old Dame Duck,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!"</span><br />
+<br />
+"'T is close," said Dame Duck, shoving out<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The egg-shells with her bill,</span><br />
+"Besides, it never suits young ducks<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To keep them sitting still."</span><br />
+<br />
+So, rising from her nest, she said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, children, look at me:</span><br />
+A well-bred duck should waddle so,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From side to side&mdash;d'ye see?"</span><br />
+<br />
+"Yes," said the little ones, and then<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She went on to explain:</span><br />
+"A well-bred duck turns in its toes<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I do&mdash;try again."</span><br />
+<br />
+"Yes," said the Ducklings, waddling on.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That's better," said their mother;</span><br />
+"But well-bred ducks walk in a row,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Straight&mdash;one behind another."</span><br />
+<br />
+"Yes," said the little Ducks again,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All waddling in a row:</span><br />
+"Now to the pond," said old Dame Duck&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Splash, splash! and in they go.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Let me swim first," said old Dame Duck,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To this side, now to that;</span><br />
+There, snap at those great brown-winged flies,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They make young ducklings fat.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Now when you reach the poultry-yard,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The hen-wife, Molly Head,</span><br />
+Will feed you, with the other fowls,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On bran and mashed-up bread;</span><br />
+<br />
+"The hens will peck and fight, but mind,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I hope that all of you</span><br />
+Will gobble up the food as fast<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well-bred ducks should do.</span><br />
+<br />
+"You'd better get into the dish,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless it is too small;</span><br />
+In that case, I should use my foot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And overturn it all."</span><br />
+<br />
+The Ducklings did as they were bid,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And found the plan so good,</span><br />
+That, from that day, the other fowls<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Got hardly any food.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 357px;">
+<img src="images/i_153.png" width="357" height="308" alt="Smith, boy and horse" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Is John Smith within?<br />
+Yes, that he is.<br />
+Can he set a shoe?<br />
+Ay, marry, two.<br />
+Here a nail, there a nail,<br />
+Tick, tack, too.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+John Cook he had a little grey mare,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">hee, haw, hum;</span><br />
+Her legs were long and her back was bare,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">hee, haw, hum.</span><br />
+<br />
+John Cook was riding up Shooter's Bank,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">hee, haw, hum;</span><br />
+The mare she began to kick and to prank,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">hee, haw, hum.</span><br />
+<br />
+John Cook was riding up Shooter's Hill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">hee, haw, hum;</span><br />
+His mare fell down and made her will,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">hee, haw, hum.</span><br />
+<br />
+The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">hee, haw, hum;</span><br />
+If you want any more, you may sing it yourself,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 16em;">hee, haw, hum.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;">
+<img src="images/i_154.png" width="412" height="600" alt="King Cole" />
+<span class="caption">OLD KING COLE.</span>
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Old King Cole</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Was a merry old soul,</span><br />
+And a merry old soul was he;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he called for his pipe</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he called for his glass,</span><br />
+And he called for his fiddlers three!<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/i_155.png" width="425" height="428" alt="King and others" />
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>A</span> Apple Pie.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>B</span> bit it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>C</span> cut it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>D</span> dealt it.<br />
+</div></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/i_157.png" width="410" height="600" alt="A-D Pictures" />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>E</span> eat it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>F</span> fought for it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>G</span> got it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>H</span> hid it.<br />
+</div></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/i_159.png" width="416" height="600" alt="E-H" />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>J</span> jumped for it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>K</span> kept it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>L</span> longed for it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>M</span> mourned for it.<br />
+</div></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/i_161.png" width="416" height="600" alt="J-M" />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>N</span> nodded at it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>O</span> opened it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>P</span> peeped at it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>Q</span> quartered it.<br />
+</div></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/i_163.png" width="410" height="600" alt="N-Q" />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>R</span> ran for it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>S</span> stole it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>T</span> tried for it.<br />
+</div></div>
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>V</span> viewed it.<br />
+</div></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/i_165.png" width="417" height="600" alt="R-V" />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class='bbox'><div class="poem3">
+<span class='bigger'>X Y Z &amp;</span><br />
+<br />
+Amperse-and,<br />
+All wished for<br />
+A piece in hand.<br />
+</div></div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/i_167.png" width="416" height="600" alt="X-Z" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;">
+<img src="images/i_168.png" width="433" height="430" alt="Pussy Before the fire" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Pussy sits beside the fire. How can she be fair?<br />
+In walks a little doggy,&mdash;Pussy, are you there?<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Oh, the rusty, dusty, rusty miller,<br />
+I'll not change my wife for gold or siller.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 312px;">
+<img src="images/i_169a.png" width="312" height="169" alt="crooked man" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,<br />
+And he found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;<br />
+He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,<br />
+And they all lived together in a little crooked house.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 209px;">
+<img src="images/i_169b.png" width="209" height="204" alt="girl with saddled pig" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+High diddle doubt, my candle's out,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My little maid is not at home;</span><br />
+Saddle my hog and bridle my dog,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fetch my little maid home.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;">
+<img src="images/i_170.png" width="413" height="600" alt="Big black sheep" />
+<span class="caption">BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP</span>
+</div>
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 391px;">
+<img src="images/i_171.png" width="391" height="600" alt="Music: Baa Baa Black Sheep" />
+</div>
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/171.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?<br />
+Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full:<br />
+One for my master, one for my dame,<br />
+And one for the little boy that lives in our lane.<br />
+Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?<br />
+Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 328px;">
+<img src="images/i_172.png" width="328" height="213" alt="Barber, man and pig" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Barber, barber, shave a pig.<br />
+How many hairs will make a wig?<br />
+Four and twenty; that's enough.<br />
+Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown,<br />
+The Lion beat the Unicorn all round about the town.<br />
+Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown,<br />
+Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Thomas a Tattamus took two T's<br />
+To tie two tups to two tall trees,<br />
+To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus.<br />
+Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/i_173.png" width="416" height="308" alt="Woman sitting reading" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were two bonny lasses,</span><br />
+They built a house upon the lea,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And covered it o'er with rashes.</span><br />
+<br />
+Bessy kept the garden gate,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Mary kept the pantry;</span><br />
+Bessy always had to wait,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While Mary lived in plenty.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Little</span> boy, pretty boy, where were you born?<br />
+In Lincolnshire, master; come, blow the cow's horn.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 412px;">
+<img src="images/i_174.png" width="412" height="598" alt="Characters of Hey Diddle Diddle" />
+<span class="caption">HEY, DIDDLE, DIDDLE.</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cow jumped over the moon;</span><br />
+The little dog laughed to see such sport,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the dish ran after the spoon.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 419px;">
+<img src="images/i_175.png" width="419" height="425" alt="Dish, spoon, cow, moon" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i_176.png" width="400" height="311" alt="bird and baby birds" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE YOUNG LINNETS.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Did</span> you ever see the nest<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Chaffinch or of Linnet,</span><br />
+When the little downy birds<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are lying snugly in it,</span><br />
+<br />
+Gaping wide their yellow mouths<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For something nice to eat?</span><br />
+Caterpillar, worm, and grub,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They reckon dainty meat.</span><br />
+<br />
+When the mother-bird returns,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And finds them still and good,</span><br />
+She will give them each, by turns,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A proper share of food.</span><br />
+<br />
+She has hopped from spray to spray,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And peeped with knowing eye</span><br />
+Into all the folded leaves<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where caterpillars lie.</span><br />
+<br />
+She has searched among the grass,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And flown from tree to tree,</span><br />
+Catching gnats and flies, to feed<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her little family.</span><br />
+<br />
+I have seen the Linnets chirp,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shake their downy wings:</span><br />
+They are pleased to see her come,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pleased with what she brings.</span><br />
+<br />
+But I never saw them look<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Impatient for their food:</span><br />
+<i>Somebody</i>, at dinner-time,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is seldom quite so good.</span><br />
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 191px;">
+<img src="images/i_177.png" width="191" height="34" alt="decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/i_178.png" width="415" height="600" alt="On a seesaw" />
+<span class="caption">SEE-SAW, MARGERY DAW.</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+See-saw, Margery Daw,<br />
+Jenny shall have a new master;<br />
+She shall have but a penny a day,<br />
+Because she can't work any faster.<br />
+<br /></div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 398px;">
+<img src="images/i_179.png" width="398" height="340" alt="children seesawing" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="D and poem">
+<tr><td align="left"><img src="images/i_180a.png" width="179" height="208" alt="illustrated D with father and child" />
+</td><td align="left">ANCE to your daddy,<br />
+My little babby;<br />
+Dance to your daddy,<br />
+My little lamb.<br />
+You shall have a fishy,<br />
+In a little dishy;<br />
+You shall have a fishy,<br />
+When the boat comes in.<br /></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 179px;">
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun,<br />
+As fair as the lily, as white as the swan:<br />
+I send you three letters, so pray you read one.<br />
+I cannot read one unless I read all;<br />
+So pray, Master Teddy, deliver the ball.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Little girl, little girl, where have you been?<br />
+Gathering roses to give to the Queen.<br />
+Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?<br />
+She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 199px;">
+<img src="images/i_180b.png" width="199" height="201" alt="girl and boy" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 409px;">
+<img src="images/i_181.png" width="409" height="359" alt="woman flying in basket" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ninety times as high as the moon;</span><br />
+And where she was going, I couldn't but ask it,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For in her hand she carried a broom.</span><br />
+<br />
+Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O whither, O whither, O whither so high?</span><br />
+To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
+<img src="images/i_182.png" width="418" height="303" alt="Wife in a cart" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself,<br />
+And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf;<br />
+The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,<br />
+That I went to London, to get myself a wife.<br />
+<br />
+The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,<br />
+I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow,<br />
+The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,<br />
+Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Robin and Richard were two pretty men,<br />
+They lay in bed till the clock struck ten;<br />
+Then up starts Robin and looks in the sky,<br />
+"Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!<br />
+You go on with bottle and bag,<br />
+And I'll come after with jolly Jack Nag."<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Blow, wind, blow, and go, mill, go,<br />
+That the miller may grind his corn;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the baker may take it,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And into rolls make it,</span><br />
+And bring us some hot in the morn.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 201px;">
+<img src="images/i_183.png" width="201" height="200" alt="Jack jumping over candle" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Jack be nimble,<br />
+Jack be quick,<br />
+And Jack jump over the candlestick.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/i_184.png" width="404" height="600" alt="Child riding father's foot" />
+<span class="caption">RIDE A COCK-HORSE.</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Ride a cock-horse<br />
+To Banbury Cross,<br />
+To see a fine lady<br />
+Upon a white horse.<br />
+Rings on her fingers,<br />
+Bells on her toes,<br />
+She shall have music<br />
+Wherever she goes.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 212px;">
+<img src="images/i_185.png" width="212" height="291" alt="child riding leg" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;">
+<img src="images/i_186.png" width="399" height="205" alt="Fox" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE FOX AND THE FARMER.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">A Fox</span> jumped up on a moonlight night,<br />
+The stars were shining, and all things bright;<br />
+"Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's a very fine night<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For me to go through the town, heigho!"</span><br />
+<br />
+The Fox when he came to yonder stile,<br />
+He lifted his ears, and he listened awhile;<br />
+"Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's but a short mile<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From this unto yonder town, heigho!"</span><br />
+<br />
+The Fox when he came to the farmer's gate,<br />
+Whom should he see but the farmer's Drake;<br />
+"I love you well for your master's sake,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And long to be picking your bones, heigho!"</span><br />
+<br />
+The grey Goose ran right round the haystack.<br />
+"Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "you are very fat;<br />
+You'll do very well to ride on my back,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From this into yonder town, heigho!"</span><br />
+<br />
+The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed,<br />
+And out of the window she popped her head;<br />
+"Oh, husband! oh, husband! the Geese are all dead,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Fox has been through the town, heigho!"</span><br />
+<br />
+The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead,<br />
+And shot the old rogue of a Fox through the head;<br />
+"Ah, ha!" said the farmer, "I think you're quite dead,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And no more you'll trouble the town, heigho!"</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 393px;">
+<img src="images/i_187.png" width="393" height="204" alt="Dead fox" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 215px;">
+<img src="images/i_188.png" width="215" height="278" alt="woman cooking porridge" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Pease</span> pudding hot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pease pudding cold,</span><br />
+Pease pudding in the pot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nine days old.</span><br />
+<br />
+Some like it hot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some like it cold,</span><br />
+Some like it in the pot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nine days old.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?<br />
+Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine;<br />
+But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,<br />
+And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bo-peep,<br />
+They met together in Gracechurch Street;<br />
+In and out, in and out, over the way,<br />
+Oh! says Johnny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was a Rat, for want of stairs,<br />
+Went down a rope to say his prayers.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
+<img src="images/i_189.png" width="429" height="457" alt="Man and two children talking to a snail" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Snail, snail, come put out your horn,<br />
+To-morrow is the day to shear the corn.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+If wishes were horses, beggars would ride,<br />
+If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;">
+<img src="images/i_190.png" width="413" height="600" alt="Dogs barking at lame man" />
+<span class="caption">HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK.</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hark, hark,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The dogs do bark,</span><br />
+The beggars are coming to town;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Some in jags,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Some in rags,</span><br />
+And some in velvet gown.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+One, two, buckle my shoe;<br />
+Three, four, shut the door;<br />
+Five, six, pick up sticks;<br />
+Seven, eight, lay them straight;<br />
+Nine, ten, a good fat hen;<br />
+Eleven, twelve, dig and delve;<br />
+Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting;<br />
+Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;<br />
+Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting;<br />
+Nineteen, twenty, my plate is empty.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;">
+<img src="images/i_192.png" width="402" height="268" alt="woman holding toy soldier" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb;<br />
+I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum.<br />
+<br />
+I bought a little horse that galloped up and down;<br />
+I saddled him, and bridled him, and sent him out of town.<br />
+<br />
+I gave him some garters, to garter up his hose,<br />
+And a little pocket-handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+I have a little sister; they call her Peep, Peep,<br />
+She wades the water, deep, deep, deep;<br />
+She climbs the mountains, high, high, high.<br />
+Poor little thing! she has but one eye.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;">
+<img src="images/i_193.png" width="375" height="600" alt="Music: Goosey, Goosey, Gander" />
+</div>
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/193.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Goosey, goosey, gander, whither shall I wander,<br />
+Up stairs, and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber.<br />
+There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers,<br />
+I took him by his left leg, and threw him down the stairs.<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 297px;">
+<img src="images/i_194.png" width="297" height="212" alt="Girl hopping" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,<br />
+Loves plum-cake and sugarcandy;<br />
+He brought some at a grocer's shop,<br />
+And out he came, hop-hop-hop.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+If all the world were water,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the water were ink,</span><br />
+What should we do for bread and cheese?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What should we do for drink?</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Hey, my kitten, my kitten,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hey, my kitten, my deary;</span><br />
+Such a sweet pet as this<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was neither far nor neary.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Here we go up, up, up,<br />
+Here we go down, down, down;<br />
+Here we go backwards and forwards,<br />
+And here we go round, round, round.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 199px;">
+<img src="images/i_195a.png" width="199" height="203" alt="Boy on pony" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+I had a little pony;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They called him Dapple-grey.</span><br />
+I lent him to a lady,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To ride a mile away.</span><br />
+She whipped him, she slashed<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">him,</span><br />
+She rode him through the<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">mire;</span><br />
+I would not lend my pony now,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all the lady's hire.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+See, see. What shall I see?<br />
+A horse's head where his tail should be.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Pussy cat, Pussy cat, where have you been?</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I've been to London to look at the Queen.</span><br />
+Pussy cat, Pussy cat, what did you do there?<br />
+I frightened a little mouse under the chair.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/i_195b.png" width="200" height="194" alt="Boy fishing" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Little Tommy Tittlemouse<br />
+Lived in a little house;<br />
+He caught fishes<br />
+In other men's ditches.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/i_196.png" width="404" height="549" alt="house" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Malt</span><br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/i_197.png" width="410" height="362" alt="Rat in malt" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Rat</span><br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/i_198.png" width="396" height="305" alt="Cat" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Cat</span>,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_199.png" width="401" height="308" alt="dog" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Dog</span>,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;">
+<img src="images/i_200.png" width="422" height="367" alt="cow" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Cow</span> with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_201.png" width="405" height="351" alt="Milkmaid is sad" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Maiden</span> all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog,<br />
+That worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat,<br />
+That ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/i_202.png" width="407" height="356" alt="man kissing maiden" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Man</span> all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat, that ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/i_203.png" width="414" height="349" alt="Priest" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Priest</span> all shaven and shorn,<br />
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat, that ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/i_204.png" width="410" height="327" alt="Rooster" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Cock</span> that crowed in the morn,<br />
+That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br />
+That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat, that ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 397px;">
+<img src="images/i_205.png" width="397" height="453" alt="Farmer" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the <span class="smcap">Farmer</span> who sowed the corn,<br />
+That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,<br />
+That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span>That married the man all tattered and torn,<br />
+That kissed the maiden all forlorn,<br />
+That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,<br />
+That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,<br />
+That killed the rat, that ate the malt,<br />
+That lay in the house that Jack built.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="widow and poem">
+<tr><td align="left">
+Old mother Widdle Waddle jumped out of bed,<br />
+And out of the casement she popped her head,<br />
+Crying, "The house is on fire, the grey goose is dead,<br />
+And the fox has come to the town, oh!"<br />
+</td><td align="left"><img src="images/i_206a.png" width="214" height="201" alt="widow" />
+</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="widow and poem">
+<tr><td align="left">
+<img src="images/i_206b.png" width="210" height="305" alt="man holding stool chasing dog" />
+</td><td align="left">
+Two legs sat upon three legs,<br />
+With one leg in his lap;<br />
+In comes four legs,<br />
+And runs away with one leg;<br />
+Up jumps two legs,<br />
+Catches up three legs,<br />
+Throws it after four legs,<br />
+And makes him bring one leg back.<br />
+</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i_207a.png" width="300" height="207" alt="boy running from owl" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+A little boy went into a barn,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lay down on some hay;</span><br />
+An owl came out and flew about,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the little boy ran away.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/i_207b.png" width="300" height="202" alt="man bowing to lady" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+As I was going up Primrose Hill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Primrose Hill was dirty;</span><br />
+There I met a pretty Miss,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she dropped me a curtsey.</span><br />
+Little Miss, pretty Miss,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blessings light upon you;</span><br />
+If I had half-a-crown a day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'd spend it all upon you.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/i_208.png" width="416" height="416" alt="girl and dressed hen" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+I had a little Hen, the prettiest ever seen,<br />
+She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean;<br />
+She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,<br />
+She brought it home in less than an hour;<br />
+She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,<br />
+She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 370px;">
+<img src="images/i_209a.png" width="370" height="174" alt="Little man shooting little gun" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was a little man, and he had a little gun,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;</span><br />
+He shot Johnny King through the middle of his wig,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And knocked it right off his head, head, head.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Three straws on a staff,<br />
+Would make a baby cry and laugh.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 204px;">
+<img src="images/i_209b.png" width="204" height="204" alt="frustrated student" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Multiplication is vexation,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Division is as bad;</span><br />
+The Rule of Three perplexes me,<br />
+And Practice drives me mad.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Daffy-down-Dilly has come up to town,<br />
+In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/i_210.png" width="410" height="600" alt="The queen" />
+<span class="caption">THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Queen of Hearts</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She made some tarts</span><br />
+All on a summer's day;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Knave of Hearts</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He stole those tarts,</span><br />
+And took them clean away.<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The King of Hearts</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Called for the tarts,</span><br />
+And beat the Knave full sore;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Knave of Hearts</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brought back the tarts,</span><br />
+And vowed he'd steal no more.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There were three crows sat on a stone,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Fal la, la la lal de,</span><br />
+Two flew away, and then there was one,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Fal la, la la lal de,</span><br />
+The other crow finding himself alone,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Fal la, la la lal de,</span><br />
+He flew away, and then there was none,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 14em;">Fal la, la la lal de.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/i_212.png" width="415" height="600" alt="Jack and Jill tumbling down" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px;">
+<img src="images/i_213.png" width="390" height="600" alt="Music: Jack and Jill" />
+</div>
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/213.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+1. Jack and Jill went up the hill<br />
+To fetch a pail of water;<br />
+Jack fell down and broke his crown,<br />
+And Jill came tumbling after.<br />
+<br />
+2. Up Jack got, and home did trot,<br />
+As fast as he could caper;<br />
+Dame Jill had the job to plaister his knob,<br />
+With vinegar and brown paper.<br />
+<br />
+3. Jill came in and she did grin<br />
+To see his paper plaister,<br />
+Mother vex'd did whip her next,<br />
+For causing Jack's disaster.<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;">
+<img src="images/i_214.png" width="408" height="314" alt="boy fishing" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+When the wind is in the East,<br />
+'Tis neither good for man nor beast;<br />
+When the wind is in the North,<br />
+The skilful fisher goes not forth;<br />
+When the wind is in the South,<br />
+It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;<br />
+When the wind is in the West,<br />
+Then 'tis at the very best.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Cry, baby, cry,<br />
+Put your finger in your eye,<br />
+And tell your mother it wasn't I.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 321px;">
+<img src="images/i_215.png" width="321" height="178" alt="four children" />
+</div>
+<div class='title'>THE TURTLE-DOVE'S NEST.</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Very</span> high in the pine-tree,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little Turtle-dove</span><br />
+Made a pretty little nursery,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To please her little love.</span><br />
+She was gentle, she was soft,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And her large dark eye</span><br />
+Often turned to her mate,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who was sitting close by.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Coo," said the Turtle-dove,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Coo," said she;</span><br />
+"Oh, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove.<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I love THEE."</span><br />
+In the long shady branches<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the dark pine-tree,</span><br />
+How happy were the Doves<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In their little nursery!</span><br />
+<br />
+The young Turtle-doves<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never quarrelled in the nest;</span><br />
+For they dearly loved each other,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though they loved their mother best.</span><br />
+"Coo," said the little Doves.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Coo," said she.</span><br />
+And they played together kindly<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the dark pine-tree.</span><br />
+<br />
+In this nursery of yours,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little sister, little brother,</span><br />
+Like the Turtle-dove's nest&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do you love one another?</span><br />
+Are you kind, are you gentle,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As children ought to be?</span><br />
+Then the happiest of nests<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is your own nursery.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Peter White</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Will ne'er go right,</span><br />
+Would you know the reason why?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He follows his nose</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wherever he goes,</span><br />
+And that stands all awry.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 195px;">
+<img src="images/i_217a.png" width="195" height="302" alt="Man" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He that would thrive,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Must rise at five;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He that hath thriven,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May lie till seven;</span><br />
+And he that by the plough would thrive,<br />
+Himself must either hold or drive.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 296px;">
+<img src="images/i_217b.png" width="296" height="207" alt="Woman rocking baby in cradle" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Hush-a-bye, baby,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Daddy is near;</span><br />
+Mamma is a lady,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that's very clear.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/i_218.png" width="411" height="600" alt="woman and shoe house" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,<br />
+She had so many children she didn't know what to do<br />
+She gave them some broth, without any bread,<br />
+She whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 320px;">
+<img src="images/i_219.png" width="320" height="233" alt="woman spanking child" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+One, two, three,<br />
+I love coffee,<br />
+And Billy loves tea,<br />
+How good you be.<br />
+One, two, three,<br />
+I love coffee,<br />
+And Billy loves tea.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
+<img src="images/i_220.png" width="427" height="426" alt="Man holding little house" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,<br />
+Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly small;<br />
+A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,<br />
+And down at one gulp house and old woman went.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;">
+<img src="images/i_221.png" width="406" height="310" alt="Woman, boy and rocking horse" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+I had a little hobby horse,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it was dapple grey,</span><br />
+Its head was made of pea-straw,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its tail was made of hay.</span><br />
+I sold it to an old woman<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a copper groat;</span><br />
+And I'll not sing my song again<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a new coat.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Eggs, butter, cheese, bread,<br />
+Stick, stock, stone, dead,<br />
+Stick him up, stick him down,<br />
+Stick him in the old man's crown.<br />
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE FROG'S CHORUS.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"<span class="smcap">Yaup</span>, yaup, yaup!"</span><br />
+Said the croaking voice of a Frog:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"A rainy day</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the month of May,</span><br />
+And plenty of room in the bog."<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Yaup, yaup, yaup!"</span><br />
+Said the Frog as it hopped away:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"The insects feed</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the floating weed,</span><br />
+And I'm hungry for dinner to-day."<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Yaup, yaup, yaup!"</span><br />
+Said the Frog, as it splashed about:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Good neighbours all,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When you hear me call,</span><br />
+It is odd that you do not come out."<br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Yaup, yaup, yaup!"</span><br />
+Said the Frogs; "it is charming weather;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We'll come and sup,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the moon is up,</span><br />
+And we'll all of us croak together."<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 201px;">
+<img src="images/i_223a.png" width="201" height="202" alt="Two men talking" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+What's the news of the day,<br />
+Good neighbour, I pray?<br />
+They say the balloon<br />
+Is gone up to the moon.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Cross-Patch,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Draw the latch,</span><br />
+Sit by the fire and spin;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Take a cup,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And drink it up,</span><br />
+And call your neighbours in.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was an old Crow<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sat upon a clod.</span><br />
+There's an end of my song,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That's very odd.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 199px;">
+<img src="images/i_223b.png" width="199" height="199" alt="crow" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 428px;">
+<img src="images/i_224.png" width="428" height="611" alt="well" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;DING, DONG, BELL.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well.<br />
+Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.<br />
+Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout.<br />
+What a naughty boy was that,<br />
+Thus to drown poor Pussy Cat.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
+<img src="images/i_225.png" width="431" height="430" alt="Children looking into well" />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>NURSERY RHYME ALPHABET.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+A was the Archer who shot at a frog.<br />
+B was Bo-peep, with her crook and her dog.<br />
+C was the Cow that jumped over the moon.<br />
+D was the Dish that ran off with the spoon.<br />
+E was Elizabeth, Betsey, and Bess.<br />
+F was the Forest where stood the bird's-nest.<br />
+G Gaffer Longlegs; downstairs he'd a fall.<br />
+H Humpty Dumpty that sat on the wall.<br />
+I was that "<i>I</i>" who was going to St. Ives.<br />
+J Jacky Horner, on plum-pie he thrives.<br />
+K was King Cole with his fiddlers three.<br />
+L Little Gold-Hair, peeping, you see.<br />
+M Mother Hubbard who thought her dog dead.<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span>N Little Netticoat, with a red head.<br />
+O the old Woman "upon market day;"<br />
+P was the "Pedlar" who passed by that way.<br />
+Q was the Queen of Hearts, tartlets she makes.<br />
+R was Red Riding Hood carrying the cakes.<br />
+S Simple Simon, the pieman beside.<br />
+T Tommy Tucker, for supper who cried.<br />
+U was the Unicorn, "beat round the town;"<br />
+V was Victoria&mdash;<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'he'">she</ins> fought for her crown.<br />
+W Whittington, who turned again,<br />
+Over great London as Lord Mayor to reign.<br />
+X is a letter that here we can spare.<br />
+Y "Yankee Doodle," that went to the fair;<br />
+Z is the Zany who laughed at him there.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 188px;">
+<img src="images/i_227.png" width="188" height="61" alt="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Swan, swan, over the sea;<br />
+Swim, swan, swim.<br />
+Swan, swan, back again;<br />
+Well, swan, swam.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 208px;">
+<img src="images/i_228a.png" width="208" height="194" alt="swan" />
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+One misty moisty morning,<br />
+When cloudy was the weather,<br />
+I met a little old man,<br />
+Clothed all in leather,<br />
+Clothed all in leather,<br />
+With a strap below his chin.<br />
+How do you do? and how do you do?<br />
+And how do you do again?<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 206px;">
+<img src="images/i_228b.png" width="206" height="216" alt="Two men" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,<br />
+He went to bed with his stockings on;<br />
+One shoe off, and one shoe on,<br />
+Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
+<img src="images/i_229.png" width="429" height="437" alt="woman at washtub" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tub,<br />
+The dirty clothes to rub, rub, rub;<br />
+But when they are clean, and fit to be seen,<br />
+I'll dress like a lady, and dance on the green.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;">
+<img src="images/i_230.png" width="422" height="600" alt="three men, a woman and a hen" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;HICKETY, PICKETY, MY BLACK HEN.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Hickety, pickety, my black hen,<br />
+She lays eggs for gentlemen;<br />
+Gentlemen come every day<br />
+To see what my black hen doth lay.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
+<img src="images/i_231.png" width="429" height="313" alt="People and chickens" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+I'll tell you a story,<br />
+About John-a-Nory:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now my story's begun.</span><br />
+I'll tell you another,<br />
+About Jack and his brother:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now my story's done.</span><br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>I LOVE SIXPENCE.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">I love</span> sixpence, pretty little sixpence,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love sixpence better than my life;</span><br />
+I spent a penny of it, I spent another,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And took fourpence home to my wife.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love fourpence better than my life;</span><br />
+I spent a penny of it, I spent another,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I took twopence home to my wife.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love twopence better than my life;</span><br />
+I spent a penny of it, I spent another,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I took nothing home to my wife.</span><br />
+<br />
+Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What will nothing buy for my wife?</span><br />
+I have nothing, I spend nothing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love nothing better than my wife.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
+<img src="images/i_233.png" width="429" height="425" alt="Dressed snipe walking away with pipe" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There was a fat man of Bombay,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who was smoking one sunshiny day,</span><br />
+When a bird called a Snipe flew away with his pipe,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/i_234.png" width="410" height="600" alt="birds flying out of pie in front of king" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;WHEN THE PIE WAS OPENED, THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 416px;">
+<img src="images/i_235.png" width="416" height="600" alt="Music: Sing a Song of Sixpence" />
+</div>
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/235.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Sing a song of sixpence,<br />
+A bag full of rye;<br />
+Four and twenty blackbirds;<br />
+Baked in a pie;<br />
+When the pie was open'd,<br />
+The birds began to sing,<br />
+Was not that a dainty dish<br />
+To set before the king?<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_236.png" width="405" height="462" alt="man counting money" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">The</span> King was in his counting-house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Counting out his money;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 359px;">
+<img src="images/i_237.png" width="359" height="412" alt="queen" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The Queen was in the parlour,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating bread and honey;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/i_238.png" width="414" height="523" alt="maid hanging clothes" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The maid was in the garden,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hanging out the clothes;</span><br />
+By came a little bird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And snapt off her nose.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;">
+<img src="images/i_239a.png" width="396" height="298" alt="Polly Flinders" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Little Polly Flinders<br />
+Sate among the cinders<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Warming her pretty little toes!</span><br />
+Her mother came and caught her,<br />
+And whipped her little daughter,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For spoiling her nice new clothes.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Great A, little <span class="smcap">a</span>,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bouncing B,</span><br />
+The cat's in the cupboard,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she can't see.</span><br />
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 199px;">
+<img src="images/i_239b.png" width="199" height="206" alt="A and B" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Poor old Robinson Crusoe! poor old Robinson Crusoe!<br />
+They made him a coat of an old Nanny goat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I wonder how they could do so!</span><br />
+With a ring-a-ting-tang, and a ring-a-ting-tang,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Poor old Robinson Crusoe!</span><br />
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
+<img src="images/i_240.png" width="431" height="446" alt="Robinson Crusoe" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 345px;">
+<img src="images/i_241a.png" width="345" height="230" alt="boy and girl trying to get bat under his hat" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Bat, bat, come under my hat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll give you a slice of bacon,</span><br />
+And when I bake I'll give you a cake,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I am not mistaken.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The North Wind doth blow,<br />
+And we shall have snow,<br />
+And what will poor Robin do then?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Poor thing!</span><br />
+<br />
+He will hop to a barn,<br />
+And to keep himself warm,<br />
+Will hide his head under his wing,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Poor thing!</span><br />
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 209px;">
+<img src="images/i_241b.png" width="209" height="260" alt="Bird in winter" />
+
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/i_242.png" width="411" height="560" alt="woman and pig at market" />
+<span class="caption">THE OLD WOMAN BUYING HER PIG AT MARKET.</span>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;">
+<img src="images/i_243.png" width="399" height="305" alt="woman walking pig home" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG.</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">An</span> 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: the
+piggy would not go over the stile.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a dog. So she said
+to the dog<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Dog, dog, bite pig;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the dog would not.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Stick, stick, beat dog;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the stick would not.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Fire, fire, burn stick;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the fire would not.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met some water. So
+she said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/i_245.png" width="404" height="505" alt="talking to fire" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;FIRE, FIRE, BURN STICK.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+"Water, water, quench fire;<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire won't burn stick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the water would not.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met an ox. So she
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Ox, ox, drink water;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Water won't quench fire;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire won't burn stick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the ox would not.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a butcher. So she
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Butcher, butcher, kill ox;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ox won't drink water;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Water won't quench fire;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire won't burn stick;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;">
+<img src="images/i_247.png" width="402" height="502" alt="butcher will not kill ox" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;BUTCHER, BUTCHER, KILL OX.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the butcher would not.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a rope. So she
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Rope, rope, hang butcher;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Butcher won't kill ox;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ox won't drink water;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Water won't quench fire;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire won't burn stick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the rope would not.</p>
+
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a rat. So she
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Rat, rat, gnaw rope;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rope won't hang butcher;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Butcher won't kill ox;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ox won't drink water;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/i_249.png" width="404" height="511" alt="rat will not gnaw" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;RAT, RAT, GNAW ROPE.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Water won't quench fire;</span><br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire won't burn stick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the rat would not.</p>
+<p>She went a little farther, and she met a cat. So shep
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Cat, cat, kill rat;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rat won't gnaw rope;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rope won't hang butcher;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Butcher won't kill ox;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ox won't drink water;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Water won't quench fire;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire won't burn stick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the cat said to her, "If you will go to yonder cow,
+and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat." So away
+went the old woman to the cow, and said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;">
+<img src="images/i_251.png" width="403" height="500" alt="talking to the cow" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;COW, COW, GIVE ME A SAUCER OF MILK.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+"Cow, cow, give me a saucer of milk;<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Cat won't kill rat;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rat won't gnaw rope;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rope won't hang butcher;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Butcher won't kill ox;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ox won't drink water;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Water won't quench fire;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire won't burn stick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the cow said to her, "If you will go to yonder haymakers,
+and fetch me a wisp of hay, I'll give you the milk."
+So away the old woman went to the haymakers, and said&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"Haymakers, give me a wisp of hay;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Cow won't give me milk;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Cat won't kill rat;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rat won't gnaw rope;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rope won't hang butcher;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Butcher won't kill ox;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ox won't drink water;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Water won't quench fire;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_253.png" width="401" height="498" alt="talking to haymakers" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;HAYMAKERS, GIVE ME A WISP OF HAY.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Fire won't burn stick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Stick won't beat dog;</span><br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dog won't bite pig;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Piggy won't get over the stile;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And I shan't get home to-night."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<p>But the haymakers said to her,&mdash;"If you will go to yonder
+stream, and fetch us a bucket of water, we'll give you
+the hay." So away the old woman went; but when she got
+to the stream, she found the bucket was full of holes. So
+she covered the bottom with pebbles, and then filled the
+bucket with water, and away she went back with it to the
+haymakers; and they gave her a wisp of hay.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old
+woman the milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to
+the cat. As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The cat began to kill the rat;<br />
+The rat began to gnaw the rope;<br />
+The rope began to hang the butcher;<br />
+The butcher began to kill the ox;<br />
+The ox began to drink the water;<br />
+The water began to quench the fire;<br />
+The fire began to burn the stick;<br />
+The stick began to beat the dog;<br />
+The dog began to bite the pig;<br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;">
+<img src="images/i_255.png" width="402" height="501" alt="Cat after rat" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THE CAT BEGAN TO KILL THE RAT.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+The little pig in a fright jumped over the stile;<br />
+And so the old woman got home that night.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 392px;">
+<img src="images/i_256.png" width="392" height="600" alt="Music: Dickery, Dickery, Dock" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/256.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+<div class="poem1">
+Dickery, dickery, dock!<br />
+The mouse ran up the clock;<br />
+The clock struck one, and down the mouse ran,<br />
+Dickery, dickery, dock!<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 245px;">
+<img src="images/i_257.png" width="245" height="340" alt="Teacher and boy" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+A diller, a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What makes you come so soon?</span><br />
+You used to come at ten o'clock,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now you come at noon.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If ever thou mean to thrive.</span><br />
+Nay, I'll not give my fiddle<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To any man alive.</span><br />
+<br />
+If I should give my fiddle,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They'll think that I'm gone mad;</span><br />
+For many a joyful day<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My fiddle and I have had.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
+<img src="images/i_258.png" width="423" height="600" alt="Tommy hitting Richard with a mop" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;TOMMY KEPT A CHANDLER&#39;S SHOP.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Tommy kept a chandler's shop,<br />
+Richard went to buy a mop,<br />
+Tommy gave him such a whop,<br />
+That sent him out of his chandler's shop.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
+<img src="images/i_259.png" width="423" height="314" alt="Whopped with a mop" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+See a pin and pick it up,<br />
+All the day you'll have good luck.<br />
+See a pin and let it lay,<br />
+Bad luck you'll have all the day.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 432px;">
+<img src="images/i_260.png" width="432" height="457" alt="Crowd for Guy Fawkes" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Please to remember the fifth of November,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Gunpowder treason plot;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I see no reason why Gunpowder treason,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Should ever be forgot.</span><br />
+A stick and a stake for Victoria's sake,<br />
+Hollo, boys! hollo, boys! God save the Queen.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Leg over leg,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the dog went to Dover,</span><br />
+When he came to a stile,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jump he went over.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 203px;">
+<img src="images/i_261.png" width="203" height="246" alt="Going over a stile" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Ladybird, Ladybird,<br />
+Fly away home,<br />
+Your house is on fire,<br />
+Your children will burn.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">1, 2, 3, 4, 5,</span><br />
+I caught a hare alive;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">6, 7, 8, 9, 10,</span><br />
+I let her go again.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+This is the way the ladies go&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Nim, nim, nim.</span><br />
+This is the way the gentlemen go&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Trot, trot, trot.</span><br />
+This is the way the hunters go&mdash;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Gallop, gallop, gallop.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
+<img src="images/i_262.png" width="423" height="600" alt="two men" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF TOBAGO.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was an old man of Tobago,<br />
+Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till, much to his bliss,</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 213px;">
+<img src="images/i_263a.png" width="213" height="202" alt="Man eating mutton" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">His physician said this&mdash;</span><br />
+"To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Miss Muffett</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sat on a tuffett,</span><br />
+Eating of curds and whey;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There came a little spider,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who sat down beside her,</span><br />
+And frightened Miss Muffett away.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 203px;">
+<img src="images/i_263b.png" width="203" height="205" alt="Miss Muffett running away" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks,<br />
+Were walking out one Sunday,<br />
+Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,<br />
+Wilt marry me on Monday?<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 208px;">
+<img src="images/i_264a.png" width="208" height="298" alt="Tommy and Bessie" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,<br />
+The mistress snored loud as a pig,<br />
+Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire,<br />
+And struck up a bit of a jig.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 199px;">
+<img src="images/i_264b.png" width="199" height="284" alt="Girl in hat" />
+</div>
+<div class="poem1">
+Here am I,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little jumping Joan,</span><br />
+When nobody's with me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm always alone.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>GOOD DOBBIN.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Oh!</span> thank you, good Dobbin, you've been a long track,<br />
+And have carried papa all the way on your back;<br />
+You shall have some nice oats, faithful Dobbin, indeed,<br />
+For you've brought papa home to his darling with speed.<br />
+<br />
+The howling wind blew, and the pelting rain beat,<br />
+And the thick mud has covered his legs and his feet,<br />
+But yet on he galloped in spite of the rain,<br />
+And has brought papa home to his darling again.<br />
+<br />
+The sun it was setting a long while ago,<br />
+And papa could not see the road where he should go,<br />
+But Dobbin kept on through the desolate wild,<br />
+And has brought papa home again safe to his child.<br />
+<br />
+Now go to the stable, the night is so raw,<br />
+Go, Dobbin, and rest your old bones on the straw;<br />
+Don't stand any longer out here in the rain,<br />
+For you've brought papa home to his darling again.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 411px;">
+<img src="images/i_266.png" width="411" height="552" alt="John Gilpin riding away" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;AWAY WENT GILPIN, AND AWAY WENT POSTBOY AT HIS HEELS.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE DIVERTING<br />
+HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN.</div>
+<div class='center'><br />
+<span class='small'>SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED,</span><br />
+<span class='small'>AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN.</span></div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+<span class="smcap">John Gilpin</span> was a citizen<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of credit and renown,</span><br />
+A train-band captain eke was he,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of famous London town.</span><br />
+<br />
+John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Though wedded we have been</span><br />
+These twice ten tedious years, yet we<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No holiday have seen.</span><br />
+<br />
+"To-morrow is our wedding-day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we will then repair</span><br />
+Unto the "Bell" at Edmonton,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All in a chaise and pair.</span><br />
+<br />
+"My sister, and my sister's child,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Myself, and children three,</span><br />
+Will fill the chaise; so you must ride<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On horseback after we."</span><br />
+<br />
+He soon replied, "I do admire<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of womankind but one,</span><br />
+And you are she, my dearest dear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Therefore it shall be done.</span><br />
+<br />
+"I am a linendraper bold,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As all the world doth know,</span><br />
+And my good friend the calender<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will lend his horse to go."</span><br />
+<br />
+Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for that wine is dear,</span><br />
+We will be furnished with our own,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which is both bright and clear."</span><br />
+<br />
+John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'erjoyed was he to find,</span><br />
+That though on pleasure she was bent,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She had a frugal mind.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;">
+<img src="images/i_269.png" width="399" height="431" alt="Man getting on horse" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The morning came, the chaise was brought,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But yet was not allowed</span><br />
+To drive up to the door, lest all<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should say that she was proud.</span><br />
+<br />
+So three doors off the chaise was stayed,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where they did all get in;</span><br />
+Six precious souls, and all agog<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To dash through thick and thin.</span><br />
+<br />
+Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were never folks so glad!</span><br />
+The stones did rattle underneath,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if Cheapside were mad.</span><br />
+<br />
+John Gilpin at his horse's side<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seized fast the flowing mane,</span><br />
+And up he got, in haste to ride,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But soon came down again.</span><br />
+<br />
+For saddletree scarce reached had he,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His journey to begin,</span><br />
+When, turning round his head, he saw<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three customers come in.</span><br />
+<br />
+So down he came; for loss of time,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although it grieved him sore,</span><br />
+Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would trouble him much more.</span><br />
+<br />
+'Twas long before the customers<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were suited to their mind,</span><br />
+When Betty screaming came downstairs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The wine is left behind!"</span><br />
+<br />
+"Good lack!" quoth he, "yet bring it me,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My leathern belt likewise,</span><br />
+In which I bear my trusty sword<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I do exercise."</span><br />
+<br />
+Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had two stone bottles found,</span><br />
+To hold the liquor that she loved,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And keep it safe and sound.</span><br />
+<br />
+Each bottle had a curling ear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Through which the belt he drew,</span><br />
+And hung a bottle on each side,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make his balance true.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then over all, that he might be<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Equipped from top to toe,</span><br />
+His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He manfully did throw.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now see him mounted once again<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon his nimble steed,</span><br />
+Full slowly pacing o'er the stones,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With caution and good heed.</span><br />
+<br />
+But finding soon a smoother road<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath his well-shod feet,</span><br />
+The snorting beast began to trot,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which galled him in his seat.</span><br />
+<br />
+"So, fair and softly!" John he cried,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But John he cried in vain;</span><br />
+That trot became a gallop soon,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In spite of curb and rein.</span><br />
+<br />
+So stooping down, as needs he must<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who cannot sit upright,</span><br />
+He grasped the mane with both his hands,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And eke with all his might.</span><br />
+<br />
+His horse, who never in that sort<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had handled been before,</span><br />
+What thing upon his back had got,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did wonder more and more.</span><br />
+<br />
+Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Away went hat and wig;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 397px;">
+<img src="images/i_273.png" width="397" height="402" alt="man on horse's cloak flying up" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+He little dreamt, when he set out,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of running such a rig.</span><br />
+<br />
+The wind did blow, the cloak did fly<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like streamer long and gay,</span><br />
+Till, loop and button failing both,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">At last it flew away.</span><br />
+<br />
+Then might all people well discern<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bottles he had slung;</span><br />
+A bottle swinging at each side,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As hath been said or sung.</span><br />
+<br />
+The dogs did bark, the children screamed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up flew the windows all;</span><br />
+And every soul cried out, "Well done!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As loud as he could bawl.</span><br />
+<br />
+Away went Gilpin&mdash;who but he?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His fame soon spread around:</span><br />
+"He carries weight! he rides a race!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis for a thousand pound!"</span><br />
+<br />
+And still as fast as he drew near,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twas wonderful to view</span><br />
+How in a trice the turnpike-men<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their gates wide open threw.</span><br />
+<br />
+And now, as he went bowing down<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His reeking head full low,</span><br />
+The bottles twain behind his back<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were shattered at a blow.</span><br />
+<br />
+Down ran the wine into the road,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Most piteous to be seen,</span><br />
+Which made the horses flanks to smoke<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they had basted been.</span><br />
+<br />
+But still he seemed to carry weight,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With leathern girdle braced;</span><br />
+For all might see the bottle-necks<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Still dangling at his waist.</span><br />
+<br />
+Thus all through merry Islington<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">These gambols he did play,</span><br />
+Until he came unto the Wash<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Edmonton so gay;</span><br />
+<br />
+And there he threw the wash about<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On both sides of the way,</span><br />
+Just like unto a trundling mop,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or a wild goose at play.</span><br />
+<br />
+At Edmonton his loving wife<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the balcony spied</span><br />
+Her tender husband, wondering much<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see how he did ride.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Stop, stop, John Gilpin!&mdash;Here's the house!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They all at once did cry;</span><br />
+"The dinner waits, and we are tired;"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said Gilpin&mdash;"So am I!"</span><br />
+<br />
+But yet his horse was not a whit<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Inclined to tarry there;</span><br />
+For why?&mdash;his owner had a house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full ten miles off, at Ware.</span><br />
+<br />
+So like an arrow swift he flew,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shot by an archer strong;</span><br />
+So did he fly&mdash;which brings me to<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The middle of my song.</span><br />
+<br />
+Away went Gilpin out of breath<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sore against his will,</span><br />
+Till at his friend the calender's,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His horse at last stood still.</span><br />
+<br />
+The calender, amazed to see<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His neighbour in such trim,</span><br />
+Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus accosted him:</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 406px;">
+<img src="images/i_277.png" width="406" height="430" alt="man on horseback bareheaded" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"What news? what news? your tidings tell;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell me you must and shall&mdash;</span><br />
+Say why bareheaded you are come,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or why you come at all?"</span><br />
+<br />
+Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And loved a timely joke;</span><br />
+And thus unto the calender<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In merry guise he spoke:</span><br />
+<br />
+"I came because your horse would come:<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, if I well forebode,</span><br />
+My hat and wig will soon be here,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They are upon the road."</span><br />
+<br />
+The calender, right glad to find<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His friend in merry pin,</span><br />
+Returned him not a single word,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But to the house went in;</span><br />
+<br />
+Whence straight he came with hat and wig,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A wig that flowed behind,</span><br />
+A hat not much the worse for wear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each comely in its kind.</span><br />
+<br />
+He held them up, and in his turn<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus showed his ready wit,</span><br />
+"My head is twice as big as yours,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They therefore needs must fit.</span><br />
+<br />
+"But let me scrape the dirt away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That hangs upon your face;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_279.png" width="401" height="427" alt="horse rearing up at signpost" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+And stop and eat, for well you may<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be in a hungry case."</span><br />
+<br />
+Said John, "It is my wedding-day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the world would stare</span><br />
+If wife should dine at Edmonton,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I should dine at Ware."</span><br />
+<br />
+So turning to his horse, he said,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I am in haste to dine;</span><br />
+'Twas for your pleasure you came here,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You shall go back for mine."</span><br />
+<br />
+Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For which he paid full dear;</span><br />
+For while he spake, a braying ass<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did sing most loud and clear;</span><br />
+<br />
+Whereat his horse did snort, as he<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had heard a lion roar,</span><br />
+And galloped off with all his might,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he had done before.</span><br />
+<br />
+Away went Gilpin, and away<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went Gilpin's hat and wig:</span><br />
+He lost them sooner than at first,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For why&mdash;they were too big.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her husband posting down</span><br />
+Into the country far away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She pulled out half-a-crown;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/i_281.png" width="407" height="430" alt="horse running " />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+And thus unto the youth she said<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That drove them to the "Bell,"</span><br />
+"This shall be yours when you bring back<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My husband safe and well."</span><br />
+<br />
+The youth did ride, and soon did meet<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">John coming back amain;</span><br />
+Whom in a trice he tried to stop,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By catching at his rein;</span><br />
+<br />
+But not performing what he meant,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gladly would have done,</span><br />
+The frighted steed he frighted more,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made him faster run.</span><br />
+<br />
+Away went Gilpin, and away<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went postboy at his heels,</span><br />
+The postboy's horse right glad to miss<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lumbering of the wheels.</span><br />
+<br />
+Six gentlemen upon the road,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus seeing Gilpin fly,</span><br />
+With postboy scampering in the rear,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They raised the hue and cry.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not one of them was mute;</span><br />
+And all and each that passed that way<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did join in the pursuit.</span><br />
+<br />
+And now the turnpike-gates again<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flew open in short space;</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_283.png" width="405" height="288" alt="man off horse looking sore" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The toll-men thinking, as before,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Gilpin rode a race.</span><br />
+<br />
+And so he did, and won it too,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he got first to town;</span><br />
+Nor stopped till where he had got up,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He did again get down.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now let us sing, Long live the King,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Gilpin, long live he;</span><br />
+And when he next doth ride abroad,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May I be there to see.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 438px;">
+<img src="images/i_284.png" width="438" height="573" alt="girl looking out window" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Twinkle, twinkle, little star,<br />
+How I wonder what you are!<br />
+Up above the world so high.<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span>Like a diamond in the sky.<br />
+<br />
+When the blazing sun is gone,<br />
+When he nothing shines upon,<br />
+Then you show your little light,<br />
+Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.<br />
+<br />
+Then the traveller in the dark<br />
+Thanks you for your tiny spark:<br />
+How could he see where to go,<br />
+If you did not twinkle so?<br />
+<br />
+In the dark blue sky you keep,<br />
+Often through my curtains peep,<br />
+For you never shut your eye,<br />
+Till the sun is in the sky.<br />
+<br />
+As your bright and tiny spark<br />
+Lights the traveller in the dark,<br />
+Though I know not what you are,<br />
+Twinkle, twinkle, little star.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Charley, Charley, stole the barley<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out of the baker's shop;</span><br />
+The baker came out, and gave him a clout,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made poor Charley hop.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 481px;">
+<img src="images/i_286a.png" width="481" height="258" alt="cat in the cupboard" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+A, B, C, tumble down D,<br />
+The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 477px;">
+<img src="images/i_286b.png" width="477" height="230" alt="Four girls in a row at a nest" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess,<br />
+They all went together to seek a bird's nest,<br />
+They found a bird's nest with five eggs in;<br />
+They all took one, and left four in.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 296px;">
+<img src="images/i_287.png" width="296" height="371" alt="Woman talking to girl" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Up hill and down dale,<br />
+Butter is made in every vale;<br />
+And if Nancy Cook<br />
+Is a good girl,<br />
+She shall have a spouse,<br />
+And make butter anon,<br />
+Before her old grandmother<br />
+Grows a young man.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 347px;">
+<img src="images/i_288a.png" width="347" height="254" alt="boy riding stick horse" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,<br />
+To buy some meat to put in the pot;<br />
+Threepence a quarter, fourpence a side,<br />
+If it hadn't been killed it must have died.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,<br />
+All begins with A.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+My little old man and I fell out;<br />
+I'll tell you what 'twas all about,&mdash;<br />
+I had money and he had none,<br />
+And that's the way the noise begun.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 245px;">
+<img src="images/i_288b.png" width="245" height="257" alt="Man and woman" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 397px;">
+<img src="images/i_289.png" width="397" height="600" alt="Music: Georgie Porgie" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/289.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,<br />
+Kiss'd the girls and made them cry.<br />
+When the girls came out to play,<br />
+Georgie Porgie ran away.<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm,<br />
+And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm.<br />
+I'll sit by the fire, and give her some food,<br />
+And Pussy will love me, because I am good.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;">
+<img src="images/i_290.png" width="433" height="557" alt="girl petting cat" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="illustration and rhyme">
+<tr><td align="left"><img src="images/i_291.png" width="258" height="526" alt="Taffy stealing" />
+</td><td align="left">Taffy was a Welshman,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was a thief,</span><br />
+Taffy came to my house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stole a leg of beef.</span><br />
+<br />
+I went to Taffy's house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was not at home;</span><br />
+Taffy came to my house<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stole a marrow-bone.</span><br />
+<br />
+I went to Taffy's house,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taffy was in bed;</span><br />
+I took the marrow-bone,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And broke Taffy's head.</span><br />
+</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;">
+<img src="images/i_292.png" width="422" height="600" alt="farmer and daughter on mare" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;A FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MARE.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br />
+<br />
+A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 304px;">
+<img src="images/i_293.png" width="304" height="451" alt="raven disrupts ride" />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The mischievous raven flew laughing away,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br />
+And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 10.5em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 197px;">
+<img src="images/i_294.png" width="197" height="233" alt="Betty Blue" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Little Betty Blue<br />
+Lost her holiday shoe,<br />
+What can little Betty do?<br />
+Give her another<br />
+To match the other,<br />
+And then she may walk in two.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy mammy is gone to the mill,</span><br />
+To get some meal to bake a cake,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So pray, my dear baby, lie still.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+You shall have an apple,<br />
+You shall have a plum,<br />
+You shall have a rattle-basket,<br />
+When papa comes home.<br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>A MAN OF WORDS AND NOT OF<br />
+DEEDS.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">A man</span> of words and not of deeds<br />
+Is like a garden full of weeds;<br />
+And when the weeds begin to grow,<br />
+It's like a garden full of snow;<br />
+And when the snow begins to fall,<br />
+It's like a bird upon the wall;<br />
+And when the bird away does fly,<br />
+It's like an eagle in the sky;<br />
+And when the sky begins to roar,<br />
+It's like a lion at the door;<br />
+And when the door begins to crack,<br />
+It's like a stick across your back;<br />
+And when your back begins to smart,<br />
+It's like a penknife in your heart;<br />
+And when your heart begins to bleed,<br />
+You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 195px;">
+<img src="images/i_295.png" width="195" height="33" alt="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;">
+<img src="images/i_296.png" width="401" height="309" alt="Dog" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poor Dog Bright,</span><br />
+Ran off with all his might,<br />
+Because the cat was after him,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poor Dog Bright.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poor Cat Fright,</span><br />
+Ran off with all her might,<br />
+Because the dog was after her,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Poor Cat Fright.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 448px;">
+<img src="images/i_297a.png" width="448" height="256" alt="Man bowing to lady" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+As I was going up Pippin Hill,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pippin Hill was dirty,</span><br />
+There I met a pretty miss,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she dropped me a curtsey.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 442px;">
+<img src="images/i_297b.png" width="442" height="249" alt="woman rocking baby" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Early to bed, and early to rise,<br />
+Is the way to be healthy, wealthy, and wise.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/i_298.png" width="404" height="294" alt="man and woman talking on roadway" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?<br />
+Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick o' hearing.<br />
+Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?<br />
+Thank you, kind sir, I hear very clearly.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The Cuckoo's a bonny bird,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sings as she flies,</span><br />
+She brings us good tidings,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tells us no lies.</span><br />
+She sucks little birds' eggs,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make her voice clear,</span><br />
+And never cries "Cuckoo!"<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till spring-time of the year.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/i_299.png" width="407" height="310" alt="child asking baker for cake" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,<br />
+Bake me a cake as fast as you can;<br />
+Prick it and pat it, and mark it with G;<br />
+And put it in the oven for Teddy and me.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Pussy-cat ate the dumplings, the dumplings;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pussy-cat ate the dumplings.</span><br />
+Mamma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why did you eat the dumplings?"</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 382px;">
+<img src="images/i_300a.png" width="382" height="197" alt="woman sitting at table sewing, man reading paper" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Needles and pins, needles and pins,<br />
+When a man marries his trouble begins.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
+<img src="images/i_300b.png" width="431" height="244" alt="Woman comforting crying child" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+For every evil under the sun,<br />
+There is a remedy, or there is none.<br />
+If there be one, try and find it;<br />
+If there be none, never mind it.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;">
+<img src="images/i_301.png" width="433" height="247" alt="boy falling down" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Three children sliding on the ice,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All on a summer's day,</span><br />
+As it fell out they all fell in,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rest they ran away.</span><br />
+<br />
+Now had these children been at home,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or sliding on dry ground,</span><br />
+Ten thousand pounds to one penny<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They had not all been drowned.</span><br />
+<br />
+You parents all that children have,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you, too, that have none,</span><br />
+If you would have them safe abroad,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray keep them safe at home.</span><br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>THE WONDERFUL DERBY RAM.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem2">
+<span class="smcap">As</span> I was going to Derby all on a market day,<br />
+I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay;</span><br />
+I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay.<br />
+<br />
+This ram was fat behind, sir, this ram was fat before;<br />
+This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">No more, no more, no more;</span><br />
+This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more.<br />
+<br />
+The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high,<br />
+As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The sky, the sky, the sky;</span><br />
+As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.<br />
+<br />
+The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell;<br />
+And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The bell, the bell, the bell;</span><br />
+And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 407px;">
+<img src="images/i_303.png" width="407" height="282" alt="Woman  wtth toddler on her lap and two more children on the floor" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,<br />
+Went round about the house, to find<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A chink to get her foot in;</span><br />
+She tried the keyhole in the door,<br />
+She tried the crevice in the floor,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drove the chimney soot in.</span><br />
+<br />
+And then one night when it was dark,<br />
+She blew up such a tiny spark,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That all the house was pothered;</span><br />
+From it she raised up such a flame<br />
+As flamed away to Belting Lane,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And White Cross folks were smothered.</span><br />
+<br />
+And thus when once, my little dears,<br />
+A whisper reaches itching ears,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The same will come, you'll find;</span><br />
+Take my advice, restrain your tongue,<br />
+Remember what old Nurse has sung<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of busy Lady Wind.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 203px;">
+<img src="images/i_304a.png" width="203" height="192" alt="Man and dog" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bow-wow-wow!</span><br />
+Whose dog art thou?<br />
+Little Tom Tucker's dog.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bow-wow-wow!</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 210px;">
+<img src="images/i_304b.png" width="210" height="219" alt="Mother holding a child" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Let us go to the woods, says this pig.<br />
+What to do there? says this pig.<br />
+To seek mamma, says this pig.<br />
+What to do with her? says this pig.<br />
+To kiss her, to kiss her, says this pig.<br />
+</div><hr class="chap" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='title'>JENNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET.</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+<span class="smcap">Jenny</span> shall have a new bonnet,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Jenny shall go to the fair,</span><br />
+And Jenny shall have a blue ribbon<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tie up her bonny brown hair.</span><br />
+<br />
+And why may not I love Jenny?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And why may not Jenny love me?</span><br />
+And why may not I love Jenny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as another body?</span><br />
+<br />
+And here's a leg for a stocking,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here is a leg for a shoe,</span><br />
+And she has a kiss for her daddy,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And two for her mammy, I trow.</span><br />
+<br />
+And why may not I love Jenny?<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And why may not Jenny love me?</span><br />
+And why may not I love Jenny,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well as another body?</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 458px;">
+<img src="images/i_306a.png" width="458" height="252" alt="Girl talking to smaller girl" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Nievie, nievie, nicknack,<br />
+Which hand will ye tak'?<br />
+Tak' the right, or tak' the wrang,<br />
+I'll beguile ye, if I can.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 458px;">
+<img src="images/i_306b.png" width="458" height="253" alt="Girl running to mother with Punch peeking in the door" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, mother, I'm to be married to Mr. Punchinello;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Mr. Pun, to Mr. Chin, to Mr. Nel, to Mr. Lo,</span><br />
+Mr. Pun, Mr. Chin, Mr. Nel, Mr. Lo, to Mr. Punchinello.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/i_307a.png" width="430" height="259" alt="mother and child under umbrella" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Rain, rain, go to Spain,<br />
+And never come back again.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
+<img src="images/i_307b.png" width="427" height="254" alt="Man fallen off of horse" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Up hill spare me,<br />
+Down hill 'ware me,<br />
+On level ground spare me not,<br />
+And in the stable forget me not.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 198px;">
+<img src="images/i_308a.png" width="198" height="275" alt="man holding son" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+When little Fred went to bed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He always said his prayers;</span><br />
+He kissed mamma, and then papa,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And straightway went upstairs.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Bless you, bless you, bonny bee:<br />
+Say, when will your wedding be?<br />
+If it be to-morrow day,<br />
+Take your wings and fly away.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 201px;">
+<img src="images/i_308b.png" width="201" height="198" alt="Jack and pig" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Jack Sprat's pig,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was not very little,</span><br />
+Nor yet very big;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was not very lean,</span><br />
+He was not very fat,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He'll do well for a grunt,</span><br />
+Says little Jack Sprat.<br />
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 209px;">
+<img src="images/i_309a.png" width="209" height="210" alt="under an umbrella" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Rain, rain,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Go away,</span><br />
+Come again<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">April day;</span><br />
+Little Johnny<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wants to play.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+A little cock sparrow sat on a tree,<br />
+Looking as happy as happy could be,<br />
+Till a boy came by with his bow and arrow,<br />
+Says he, I will shoot the little cock sparrow.<br />
+<br />
+His body will make me a nice little stew,<br />
+And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.<br />
+Says the little cock sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay,<br />
+So he clapped his wings, and flew away.<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 208px;">
+<img src="images/i_309b.png" width="208" height="293" alt="boy looking at bird in tree" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 432px;">
+<img src="images/i_310a.png" width="432" height="262" alt="boy bringing flowers to girl" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+The rose is red, the violet's blue;<br />
+The pink is sweet, and so are you.<br />
+</div>
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 439px;">
+<img src="images/i_310b.png" width="439" height="247" alt="Group of children going shooting" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+"We'll go a-shooting," says Robin to Bobbin,<br />
+"We'll go a-shooting," says Richard to John;<br />
+"We'll go a-shooting," says John, all alone;<br />
+"We'll go a-shooting," says every one.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 358px;">
+<img src="images/i_311.png" width="358" height="353" alt="Girl and cupids" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Valentine, oh, Valentine,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Curl your locks as I do mine;</span><br />
+Two before and two behind;<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Good morrow to you, Valentine.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Mr. Isbister, and Betsy his sister,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Resolve upon giving a treat;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So letters they write,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their friends to invite</span><br />
+To their house in Great Camomile Street.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;">
+<img src="images/i_312.png" width="403" height="551" alt="Bo-Peep looking for sheep" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;LITTLE BO-PEEP HAS LOST HER SHEEP, AND CAN&#39;T TELL WHERE
+TO FIND THEM.&quot;</span>
+</div><hr class="tb" /><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 383px;">
+<img src="images/i_313.png" width="383" height="600" alt="Music: Bo-Peep" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/313.mid">here</a>.]</small></div>
+
+<div class="poem1"><br />
+Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,<br />
+And cannot tell where to find them;<br />
+Leave them alone, and they'll come home,<br />
+And bring their tails behind them.<br />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
+<img src="images/i_314.png" width="404" height="407" alt="Bo-Peep asleep" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dreamt she heard them bleating;</span><br />
+But when she awoke she found it a joke,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For still they all were fleeting.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 415px;">
+<img src="images/i_315.png" width="415" height="418" alt="Bo-peep with her crook" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Then up she took her little crook,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Determined for to find them;</span><br />
+She found 'em indeed, but it made her heart bleed,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they'd left their tails behind 'em.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/i_316.png" width="410" height="407" alt="Bo-peep sees the tails hung" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto a meadow hard by,</span><br />
+There she espied their tails, side by side,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All hung on a tree to dry.</span><br />
+</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;">
+<img src="images/i_317.png" width="405" height="383" alt="Bo-peep wiping her eye" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Then she heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ran o'er hill and dale-o,</span><br />
+And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To tack to each sheep its tail-o.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;">
+<img src="images/i_318.png" width="403" height="301" alt="man with seven wives, etc." />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+As I was going to St. Ives,<br />
+I met a man with seven wives,<br />
+Every wife had seven sacks,<br />
+Every sack had seven cats,<br />
+Every cat had seven kits.<br />
+Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,<br />
+How many were there going to St. Ives?<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Go to bed first, a golden purse;<br />
+Go to bed second, a golden pheasant;<br />
+Go to bed third, a golden bird.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="tb" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 310px;">
+<img src="images/i_319.png" width="310" height="455" alt="woman sitting before a window eating" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+There was an old woman, and what do you think?<br />
+She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;<br />
+Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,<br />
+Yet the plaguey old woman would never be quiet.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span>She went to the baker's to buy some bread;<br />
+And when she came home her husband was dead.<br />
+She went to the clerk, to toll the great bell;<br />
+And when she came back, her husband was well.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
+<img src="images/i_320a.png" width="429" height="301" alt="Cat watching mice" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem1">
+Some little mice sat in a barn to spin,<br />
+Pussy came by, and she popped her head in.<br />
+"Shall I come in and cut your threads off?"<br />
+"Oh, no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off."<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 164px;">
+<img src="images/i_320b.png" width="164" height="33" alt="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="tb" />
+
+
+<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3>
+
+
+<p>There seemed to be no rhyme nor reason to which poems began with smallcaps
+and which did not. Without a clear pattern to follow, this was retained as printed.</p>
+<p>The corrections made are listed below and also indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text will <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apprear'">appear</ins>.</p>
+
+<p>Page 82, word "a" added to text. Original read (There was jockey) now reads (There
+was a jockey)</p>
+
+<p>Page 227, "he" changed to "she" (she fought for her)</p></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes, by Walter Crane
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes, by Walter Crane
+
+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: Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes
+       A Collection of Alphabets, Rhymes, Tales, and Jingles
+
+Author: Walter Crane
+
+Illustrator: John Gilbert
+             John Tenniel
+             Harrison Weir
+             and others
+
+Release Date: May 24, 2012 [EBook #39784]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MOTHER GOOSE'S NURSERY RHYMES ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Chris Curnow, Emmy and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net Music transcribed
+by Anne Celnick. (This file was produced from images
+generously made available by The Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MOTHER GOOSE'S
+
+NURSERY RHYMES
+
+  A collection of
+  _Alphabets, Rhymes, Tales, and Jingles_
+
+
+  With Illustrations
+  BY
+  SIR JOHN GILBERT, R.A., JOHN TENNIEL, HARRISON WEIR,
+  WALTER CRANE, W. McCONNELL, J. B. ZWECKER
+  AND OTHERS
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    London
+    GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS
+    THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE
+    NEW YORK: 416 BROOME STREET
+    1877
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                       _Page_
+  A Apple Pie                                            156
+  A B C, Tumble down D                                   286
+  A Carrion Crow sat on an Oak                           120
+  A Diller, a Dollar, a Ten o'Clock Scholar              257
+  A Farmer went Trotting upon his Grey Mare              292
+  A little Boy went into a Barn                          207
+  A little Cock Sparrow sat on a Tree                    309
+  A Man of Words and not of Deeds                        295
+  A Man went Hunting at Reigate                           47
+  A-milking, a-milking, my Maid                          140
+  Apple-Pie, Pudding, and Pancake                        288
+  As I was going along, long, long                       140
+  As I was going up Pippin Hill                          297
+  As I was going up Primrose Hill                        207
+  As I was going to St. Ives                             318
+  As I went to Bonner                                     60
+  As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks                       264
+  At the Siege of Belleisle I was there all the while    141
+  Away, Birds, away!                                     118
+
+  Baa, baa, Black Sheep (_Music_)                        170
+  Barber, Barber, shave a Pig                            172
+  Bat, Bat, come under my Hat                            241
+  Bessy Bell and Mary Gray                               173
+  Bless you, bless you, bonny Bee                        308
+  Blow, Wind, blow, and go, Mill, go                     183
+  Bow-wow-wow                                            304
+  Boys and Girls, come out to Play                        14
+  Brow, brow, brinkie                                     61
+  Bye, Baby Bunting                                      141
+
+  Charley, Charley, stole the Barley                     285
+  Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-Head                   144
+  Cross-Patch, draw the Latch                            223
+  Cry, Baby, cry                                         214
+  Curly-Locks, Curly-Locks, wilt thou be mine?           188
+
+  Daffy-Down-dilly has come up to Town                   209
+  Dame Duck's Lessons to her Ducklings                   150
+  Dance a Baby Diddit                                    141
+  Dance to your Daddy                                    180
+  Death and Burial of poor Cock Robin                     79
+  Deedle, deedle, Dumpling, my Son John                  228
+  Dickery, Dickery, Dock (_Music_)                       256
+  Dickery, Dickery, Dare                                  58
+  Ding, Dong, Bell                                       224
+  Ding, Dong, Darrow                                     149
+  Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster                         148
+
+  Early to Bed and Early to Rise                         297
+  Eggs, Butter, Cheese, Bread                            221
+  Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess                    286
+
+  For every Evil under the Sun                           300
+  Four and Twenty Tailors went to kill a Snail           148
+  Freddie in the Cherry-Tree                             111
+  Frog he would a-wooing go                              124
+  Frog's (The) Chorus                                    222
+
+  Georgie Porgie (_Music_)                               289
+  Good Dobbin                                            265
+  Good King Arthur                                        51
+  Goosey, Goosey, Gander (_Music_)                       193
+  Go to Bed first, a Golden Purse                        318
+  Great A, Little A                                      239
+
+  Handy, Spandy, Jack-a-Dandy                            194
+  Hark, hark, the Dogs do bark                           190
+  Here am I, little Jumping Joan                         264
+  Here we go up, up, up                                  194
+  He that would Thrive                                   217
+  Hey, diddle, diddle                                    174
+  Hey, my Kitten, my Kitten                              194
+  Hickety, Pickety, my Black Hen                         230
+  High Diddle Ding                                       135
+  High diddle doubt, my Candle's out                     169
+  Hot Cross Buns                                          52
+  Humpty Dumpty sat on a Wall (_Music_)                   48
+  Hush-a-bye, Baby                                       217
+  Hush-a-bye, Baby, lie still with thy Daddy             294
+  Hush Baby, my Doll, I pray you don't cry                61
+
+  If all the World were Water                            194
+  If Wishes were Horses, Beggars would ride              189
+  If you are to be a Gentleman                            61
+  I had a little Dog, they called him Buff               119
+  I had a little Hen, the prettiest ever seen            208
+  I had a little Hobby-Horse                             221
+  I had a little Husband no bigger than my Thumb         192
+  I had a little Pony                                    195
+  I have a little Sister they call her Peep, Peep        192
+  I'll tell you a Story                                  231
+  I love Sixpence                                        232
+  I love little Pussy                                    290
+  I saw a Ship a-sailing                                 129
+  Is John Smith within?                                  153
+
+  Jack and Jill went up the Hill (_Music_)               212
+  Jack be Nimble                                         183
+  Jack Sprat could eat no Fat                             60
+  Jack Sprat had a Cat                                   119
+  Jack Sprat's Pig                                       308
+  Jacky, come give me thy Fiddle                         257
+  Jenny shall have a new Bonnet                          305
+  John Cook he had a little Grey Mare                    153
+  John Gilpin                                            266
+
+  Ladybird, Ladybird                                     261
+  Leg over Leg                                           261
+  "Let us go to the Woods," says this Pig                304
+  Little Betty Blue                                      294
+  Little Blue Betty lived in a Lane                      123
+  Little Bo-Peep (_Music_)                               312
+  Little Boy Blue                                        136
+  Little Boy, pretty Boy, where were you born?           173
+  Little Girl, little Girl, where have you been?         180
+  Little Jack Horner (_Music_)                            80
+  Little Miss Muffett                                    263
+  Little Nancy Etticote                                  123
+  Little Polly Flinders                                  239
+  Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a Rail                 149
+  Little Tommy Tittlemouse                               195
+  Little Tom Tucker (_Music_)                            146
+
+  Margery Mutton-Pie and Johnny Bo-Peep                  188
+  Marriage of Cock Robin and Jenny Wren                   84
+  Mary had a pretty Bird                                 122
+  Mary, Mary, quite contrary                             148
+  Molly, my Sister, and I fell out                        59
+  Mr. Isbister and Betsy his Sister                      311
+  Multiplication is Vexation                             209
+  My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind                             303
+  My little Old Man and I fell out                       288
+
+  Needles and Pins, Needles and Pins                     300
+  Nievie, Nievie, Nicknack                               306
+  Nursery Rhyme Alphabet                                 226
+
+  Oh, Mother, I'm to be Married to Mr. Punchinello       306
+  Oh, the Rusty, Dusty, Rusty Miller                     168
+  Old Father Grey Beard                                  140
+  Old King Cole                                          154
+  Old Mother Goose                                         9
+  Old Mother Hubbard                                      64
+  Old Mother Widdle-Waddle                               206
+  Old Woman, Old Woman, shall we go a-Shearing?          298
+  One misty, moisty Morning                              228
+  One, Two, buckle my Shoe                               191
+  One, Two, Three                                        219
+  One, Two, Three, Four, Five                            261
+
+  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Baker's Man                    299
+  Pease Pudding Hot                                      188
+  Peter White will ne'er go right                        217
+  Pit, pat, well-a-day!                                  149
+  Pitty Patty Polt                                        61
+  Please to remember the Fifth of November               260
+  Poor Dog Bright                                        296
+  Poor old Robinson Crusoe                               240
+  Pussy Cat ate the Dumplings                            299
+  Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, where have you been?             195
+  Pussy sits beside the Fire                             168
+
+  Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the Sun            180
+
+  Rain, Rain, go away                                    309
+  Rain, Rain, go to Spain                                307
+  Ride a Cock-Horse                                      184
+  Robin and Richard were two pretty Men                  183
+
+  See a Pin and pick it up                               259
+  See-saw, Margery Daw                                   178
+  See, see, what shall I see?                            195
+  Simple Simon (_Music_)                                 112
+  Sing a Song of Sixpence (_Music_)                      234
+  Snail, Snail, come out of your Hole                    141
+  Snail, Snail, come put out your Horn                   189
+  Solomon Grundy                                          59
+  Some little Mice sat in a Barn                         320
+  Swan, Swan, over the Sea                               228
+
+  Taffy was a Welshman                                   291
+  The Barber shaved the Mason                             63
+  The Cat sat asleep by the side of the Fire             264
+  The Cock doth Crow                                     119
+  The Cuckoo's a bonny Bird                              298
+  The Fox and the Farmer                                 186
+  The great Brown Owl                                    145
+  The House that Jack built                              196
+  The King of France went up the Hill                    119
+  The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the Crown   172
+  The Man in the Moon                                    149
+  The North Wind doth blow                               241
+  The Old Woman and her Pig                              242
+  The Old Woman must stand at the Tub, Tub, Tub          229
+  The Queen of Hearts                                    210
+  There was a Crooked Man                                169
+  There was a Fat Man of Bombay                          233
+  There was a Jolly Miller                                56
+  There was a little Man and he had a little Gun         209
+  There was a Monkey climbed up a Tree                    82
+  There was an Old Crow                                  223
+  There was an Old Man of Tobago                         262
+  There was an Old Woman, and what do you think?         319
+  There was an Old Woman as I've heard tell              134
+  There was an Old Woman called Nothing-at-all           220
+  There was an Old Woman lived under a Hill              139
+  There was an Old Woman tossed up in a Basket           181
+  There was an Old Woman who lived in a Shoe             218
+  There was an Owl lived in an Oak                        50
+  There was a Rat, for want of Stairs                    188
+  There were Three Crows sat ona Stone                   211
+  The Robin Redbreasts                                   138
+  The Rose is Red, the Violet's Blue                     310
+  The Turtle Dove's Nest                                 215
+  The Waves on the Sea-shore                              83
+  The Wonderful Derby Ram                                302
+  The Young Linnets                                      176
+  This is the way the Ladies go                          261
+  Thomas a Tattamus took two T's                         172
+  Three Children sliding on the Ice                      301
+  Three Straws on a Staff                                209
+  Three Wise Men of Gotham                               135
+  To make your Candles last for aye                      144
+  To Market, to Market, a gallop, a trot                 288
+  To Market, to Market, to buy a Fat Pig                  52
+  Tommy kept a Chandler's Shop                           258
+  Tom Thumb's Alphabet                                    15
+  Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son (_Music_)                    130
+  Twinkle, twinkle, little Star                          284
+  Two Legs sat upon Three Legs                           206
+
+  Up Hill and down Dale                                  287
+  Up Hill, spare me                                      307
+
+  Valentine, oh, Valentine                               311
+
+  Walrus (The) and the Carpenter                          42
+  We are all in the Dumps                                139
+  We'll go a-shooting                                    310
+  What's the News of the Day?                            223
+  When I was a Bachelor, I lived by myself               182
+  When Little Fred went to Bed                           308
+  When the Wind is in the East                           214
+  Where are you going to, my pretty Maid?                 62
+  Who Stole the Bird's Nest?                              53
+  Willy Boy, Willy Boy, where are you going?             118
+
+  Young Lambs to sell, Young Lambs to sell               142
+  You shall have an Apple                                294
+
+
+
+
+MOTHER GOOSE'S NURSERY RHYMES.
+
+
+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.
+
+    This is her 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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "SHE SENT HIM TO MARKET, A LIVE GOOSE HE BOUGHT."]
+
+
+    Jack found one fine morning
+      As I have been told,
+    His goose had laid him
+      An egg of pure gold.
+
+    Jack rode 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.
+
+    And then the gold egg
+      Was thrown into the sea,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    When Jack he jumped in,
+      And got it back presently.
+
+    The Jew got the goose,
+      Which he vowed he would kill,
+    Resolving at once
+      His pockets to fill.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Jack's mother came in,
+      And caught the goose soon,
+    And mounting its back,
+      Flew up to the moon.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    BOYS and girls, come out to play,
+    The moon does shine as bright as day,
+      Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
+      And meet your playfellows in the street;
+    Come with a whoop, and come with a call,
+    And come with a good will, or not at all.
+      Up the ladder and down the wall,
+      A halfpenny loaf will serve us all.
+    You find milk and I'll find flour,
+    And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: TOM THUMB'S ALPHABET]
+
+    [Illustration: A was an Archer,
+     who shot at a frog.]
+
+    [Illustration: B was a Butcher,
+     who had a great dog.]
+
+    [Illustration: C was a Captain,
+     all covered with lace.]
+
+    [Illustration: D was a Drummer,
+     who played with a grace.]
+
+    [Illustration: E was an Esquire
+     with pride on his brow.]
+
+    [Illustration: F was a Farmer,
+     who followed the plough.]
+
+    [Illustration: G was a Gamester,
+     who had but ill-luck.]
+
+    [Illustration: H was a Hunter,
+     who hunted a buck.]
+
+    [Illustration: I was an Italian,
+     who had a white mouse.]
+
+    [Illustration: J was a Joiner,
+     who built up a house.]
+
+    [Illustration: K was a King,
+     so mighty and grand.]
+
+    [Illustration: L was a Lady,
+     who had a white hand.]
+
+    [Illustration: M was a Miser,
+    who hoarded up gold.]
+
+    [Illustration: N was a Nobleman,
+    gallant and bold.]
+
+    [Illustration: O was an Organ-Boy,
+    who played for his bread.]
+
+    [Illustration: P a Policeman,
+    of bad boys the dread.]
+
+    [Illustration: Q was a Quaker,
+    who would not bow down.]
+
+    [Illustration: R was a Robber,
+    who prowled about town.]
+
+    [Illustration: S was a Sailor,
+    who spent all he got.]
+
+    [Illustration: T was a Tinker,
+    who mended a pot.]
+
+    [Illustration: U was an Usher,
+    with dunces severe.]
+
+    [Illustration: V was a Veteran,
+    who never knew fear.]
+
+    [Illustration: W was a Waiter,
+    with dinners in store.]
+
+    [Illustration: X was Expensive,
+    and so became poor.]
+
+    [Illustration: Y was a Youth,
+    who did not like school.]
+
+    [Illustration: Z was a Zany,
+    who looked a great fool.]
+
+
+
+
+THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER.[A]
+
+
+    THE sun was shining on the sea,
+      Shining with all his might:
+    He did his very best to make
+      The billows smooth and bright--
+    And this was odd, because it was
+      The middle of the night.
+
+    The moon was shining sulkily,
+      Because she thought the sun
+    Had got no business to be there
+      After the day was done--
+    "It's very rude of him," she said,
+      "To come and spoil the fun!"
+
+    The sea was wet as wet could be,
+      The sands were dry as dry.
+    You could not see a cloud, because
+      No cloud was in the sky:
+    No birds were flying overhead--
+      There were no birds to fly.
+
+    The Walrus and the Carpenter
+      Were walking close at hand;
+    They wept like anything to see
+      Such quantities of sand:
+    "If this were only cleared away,"
+      They said, "it _would_ be grand!"
+
+    "If seven maids with seven mops
+      Swept it for half a year,
+    Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
+      "That they could get it clear?"
+    "I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
+      And shed a bitter tear.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    "O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
+      The Walrus did beseech.
+    "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
+      Along the briny beach:
+    We cannot do with more than four,
+      To give a hand to each."
+
+    The eldest Oyster looked at him,
+      But never a word he said:
+    The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
+      And shook his heavy head--
+    Meaning to say he did not choose
+      To leave the oyster-bed.
+
+    But four young Oysters hurried up,
+      All eager for the treat:
+    Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
+      Their shoes were clean and neat--
+    And this was odd, because, you know,
+      They hadn't any feet.
+
+    Four other Oysters followed them,
+      And yet another four;
+    And thick and fast they came at last,
+      And more, and more, and more--
+    All hopping through the frothy waves,
+      And scrambling to the shore.
+
+    The Walrus and the Carpenter
+      Walked on a mile or so,
+    And then they rested on a rock
+      Conveniently low:
+    And all the little Oysters stood
+      And waited in a row.
+
+    "The time has come," the Walrus said,
+      "To talk of many things:
+    Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
+      Of cabbages--and kings--
+    And why the sea is boiling hot--
+      And whether pigs have wings."
+
+    "But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
+      "Before we have our chat;
+    For some of us are out of breath,
+      And all of us are fat!"
+    "No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
+      They thanked him much for that.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
+      "Is what we chiefly need:
+    Pepper and vinegar besides
+      Are very good indeed--
+    Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
+      We can begin to feed."
+
+    "But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
+      Turning a little blue.
+    "After such kindness, that would be
+      A dismal thing to do!"
+    "The night is fine," the Walrus said.
+      "Do you admire the view?
+
+    "It was so kind of you to come!
+      And you are very nice!"
+    The Carpenter said nothing but
+      "Cut us another slice:
+    I wish you were not quite so deaf--
+      I've had to ask you twice!"
+
+    "It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
+      "To play them such a trick,
+    After we've brought them out so far,
+      And made them trot so quick!"
+    The Carpenter said nothing but
+      "The butter's spread too thick!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    "I weep for you," the Walrus said:
+      "I deeply sympathize."
+    With sobs and tears he sorted out
+      Those of the largest size,
+    Holding his pocket-handkerchief
+      Before his streaming eyes.
+
+    "O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
+      "You've had a pleasant run!
+    Shall we be trotting home again?"
+      But answer there came none--
+    And this was scarcely odd, because
+      They'd eaten every one.
+
+                      --LEWIS CARROLL.
+
+[A] By permission of the Author.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: A MAN WENT HUNTING AT REIGATE.]
+
+
+    A man went hunting at Reigate,
+    And wished to jump over a high gate;
+      Says the owner, "Go round,
+      With your horse and your hound,
+    For you never shall leap over my gate."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HUMPTY-DUMPTY.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HUMPTY-DUMPTY.]
+
+
+[Music:
+
+    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
+    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
+    All the king's horses,
+    and all the king's men,
+    Couldn't set Humpty Dumpty up again.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "THERE WAS AN OWL LIVED IN AN OAK."]
+
+    There was an Owl lived in an oak,
+      Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;
+    And all the words he ever spoke
+      Were Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle.
+    A sportsman chanced to come that way,
+      Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;
+    Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,
+      So Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+GOOD KING ARTHUR.
+
+
+    WHEN good King Arthur ruled this land,
+      He was a goodly King;
+    He bought three pecks of barley-meal,
+      To make a bag-pudding.
+
+    A bag-pudding the King did make,
+      And stuffed 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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
+    Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
+    To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
+    Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Hot cross buns, hot cross buns,
+    One a penny, two a penny,
+      Hot cross buns.
+    If your daughters don't like them,
+    Give them to your sons,
+    One a penny, two a penny,
+      Hot cross buns.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST?
+
+    TO-WHIT! to-whit! to-whee!
+    Will you listen to me?
+    Who stole four eggs I laid,
+    And the nice nest I made?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!
+    Such a thing I'd never do.
+    I gave you a wisp of hay,
+    But did not take your nest away;
+    Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!
+    Such a thing I'd never do.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link!
+    Now, what do you think?
+    Who stole a nest away
+    From the plum-tree to-day?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Not I, said the dog, bow-wow!
+    I wouldn't be so mean, I vow.
+    I gave some hairs the nest to make,
+    But the nest I did not take;
+    Not I, said the dog, bow-wow!
+    I would not be so mean, I vow.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Coo-coo! coo-coo! coo-coo!
+    Let me speak a word or two:
+    Who stole that pretty nest
+    From little Robin Redbreast?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Not I, said the sheep; oh, no,
+    I would not treat a poor bird so;
+    I gave the wool the nest to line,
+    But the nest was none of mine.
+    Baa! baa! said the sheep; oh, no!
+    I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Caw! caw! cried the crow,
+    I should like to know
+    What thief took away
+    A bird's-nest to-day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Chuck! chuck! said the hen,
+    Don't ask me again;
+    Why, I haven't a chick
+    Would do such a trick.
+    We all gave her a feather,
+    And she wove them together.
+    I'd scorn to intrude
+    On her and her brood.
+    Chuck! chuck! said the hen,
+    Don't ask me again.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr!
+    We will make a great stir.
+    Let us find out his name,
+    And all cry--For shame!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    A little boy hung down his head,
+    And went and hid behind the bed;
+    For he stole that pretty nest
+    From little Robin Redbreast;
+    And he felt so full of shame
+    He did not like to tell his name.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER."]
+
+    There was a jolly miller
+      Lived on the river Dee:
+    He worked and sang from morn till night,
+      No lark so blithe as he.
+    And this the burden of his song
+      For ever used to be--
+      I care for nobody--no! not I,
+    Since nobody cares for me.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "DICKERY, DICKERY, DARE."]
+
+
+    Dickery, dickery, dare,
+    The pig flew up in the air;
+    The man in brown soon brought him down,
+    Dickery, dickery, dare.
+
+
+
+
+    Molly, my sister, and I fell out,
+    And what do you think it was about?
+    She loved coffee, and I loved tea,
+    And that was the reason we couldn't agree.
+
+
+
+
+    Solomon Grundy,
+    Born on a Monday,
+    Christened on Tuesday,
+    Married on Wednesday,
+    Very ill on Thursday,
+    Worse on Friday,
+    Died on Saturday,
+    Buried on Sunday.
+    This is the end
+    Of Solomon Grundy.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
+      His wife could eat no lean;
+    And so betwixt them both, you see,
+      They licked the platter clean.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    As I went to Bonner,
+        I met a pig
+        Without a wig,
+    Upon my word and honour.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Hush, 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 are welcome, with all my heart.
+
+
+
+
+
+    Pitty Patty Polt,
+    Shoe the wild colt;
+    Here a nail,
+    And there a nail,
+    Pitty Patty Polt.
+
+
+
+
+    Brow, brow, brinkie,
+    Eye, eye, winkie,
+    Mouth, mouth, merry,
+    Cheek, cheek, cherry,
+    Chin chopper, chin chopper,
+          &c.
+
+
+
+
+    If you are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you'll be,
+    You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    "Where are you going to, my pretty maid?"
+    "I am 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 won't marry you, my pretty maid."
+    "Nobody asked you, sir," she said.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    The barber shaved the mason,
+      And as I suppose
+      Cut off his nose,
+    And popped it in the basin.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "OLD MOTHER HUBBARD WENT TO THE CUPBOARD."]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG.
+
+
+    OLD Mother Hubbard
+    Went to the cupboard,
+      To get her poor Dog a bone;
+    But when she came there
+    The cupboard was bare,
+      And so the poor Dog had none.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the baker's
+      To buy him some bread,
+    But when she came back
+      The poor Dog was dead.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the joiner's
+      To buy him a coffin,
+    But when she came back
+      The poor Dog was laughing,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She took a clean dish
+      To get him some tripe,
+    But when she came back
+      He was smoking a pipe.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the alehouse
+      To get him some beer,
+    But when she came back
+      The Dog sat in a chair.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the tavern
+      For white wine and red,
+    But when she came back
+      The Dog stood on his head.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the hatter's
+      To buy him a hat,
+    But when she came back
+      He was feeding the cat.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the barber's
+      To buy him a wig,
+    But when she came back
+      He was dancing a jig.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the fruiterer's
+      To buy him some fruit,
+    But when she came back
+      He was playing the flute.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the tailor's
+      To buy him a coat,
+    But when she came back
+      He was riding a goat.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the cobbler's
+      To buy him some shoes,
+    But when she came back
+      He was reading the news.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the sempstress
+      To buy him some linen,
+    But when she came back
+      The Dog was a-spinning.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    She went to the hosier's
+      To buy him some hose,
+    But when she came back
+      He was dressed in his clothes.
+
+[Illustration: "THE DAME MADE A CURTSEY, THE DOG MADE A BOW."]
+
+    The Dame made a curtsey,
+      The Dog made a bow;
+    The Dame said, "Your servant,"
+      The Dog said, "Bow wow."
+
+    This wonderful Dog
+      Was Dame Hubbard's delight;
+    He could sing, he could dance,
+      He could read, he could write.
+
+    She gave him rich dainties
+      Whenever he fed,
+    And erected a monument
+      When he was dead.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE JACK HORNER.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE JACK HORNER.
+
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+_Allegretto._
+
+    Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
+    Eating a Christmas pie;
+    He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
+    And said, "What a good boy am I!"]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    There was a monkey climbed 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 ate two, she had ate a couple.
+
+    There was a horse going to the mill;
+    When he went on, he didn't stand still.
+
+    There was a butcher cut his thumb.
+    When it did bleed, then blood it did run.
+
+    There was a jockey ran a race;
+    When he ran fast, he ran apace.
+
+    There was a cobbler, clouting shoon;
+    When they were mended, then they were done.
+
+    There was a navy went into Spain;
+    When it returned, it came back again.
+
+
+
+
+THE WAVES ON THE SEA-SHORE.
+
+
+    ROLL on, roll on, you restless waves,
+      That toss about and roar;
+    Why do you all run back again
+      When you have reached the shore?
+
+    Roll on, roll on, you noisy waves,
+      Roll higher up the strand;
+    How is it that you cannot pass
+      That line of yellow sand?
+
+    "We may not dare," the waves reply:
+      "That line of yellow sand
+    Is laid along the shore to bound
+      The waters and the land.
+
+    "And all should keep to time and place,
+      And all should keep to rule,
+    Both waves upon the sandy shore,
+      And little boys at school."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "JENNY BLUSHED BEHIND HER FAN."]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.
+
+
+    IT was on a merry time,
+      When Jenny Wren was young,
+    So neatly as she danced,
+      And so sweetly as she sung,--
+
+    Robin Redbreast lost his heart:
+      He was a gallant bird;
+    He doffed his hat to Jenny,
+      And thus to her he said:
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    "My dearest Jenny Wren,
+      If you will but be mine,
+    You shall dine on cherry-pie,
+      And drink nice currant-wine.
+
+    "I'll dress you like a goldfinch,
+      Or like a peacock gay;
+    So if you'll have me, Jenny,
+      Let us appoint the day."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Jenny blushed behind her fan,
+      And thus declared her mind:
+    "Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,--
+      I take your offer kind;
+
+    "Cherry-pie is very good,
+      So is currant-wine;
+    But I'll wear my russet gown,
+      And never dress too fine."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Robin rose up early,
+      At the break of day;
+    He flew to Jenny Wren's house,
+      To sing a roundelay.
+
+    He met the Cock and Hen,
+      And bade the Cock declare,
+    This was his wedding-day
+      With Jenny Wren the fair.
+
+    The Cock then blew his horn,
+      To let the neighbours know
+    This was Robin's wedding-day,
+      And they might see the show.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    At first came Parson Rook,
+      With his spectacles and band;
+    And one of Mother Hubbard's books
+      He held within his hand.
+
+    Then followed him the Lark,
+      For he could sweetly sing,
+    And he was to be the clerk
+      At Cock Robin's wedding.
+
+    He sang of Robin's love
+      For Little Jenny Wren;
+    And when he came unto the end,
+      Then he began again.
+
+    The Goldfinch came on next,
+      To give away the Bride;
+    The Linnet, being bridesmaid,
+      Walked by Jenny's side;
+
+    And as she was a-walking,
+      Said, "Upon my word,
+    I think that your Cock Robin
+      Is a very pretty bird."
+
+    The Blackbird and the Thrush,
+      And charming Nightingale,
+    Whose sweet "jug" sweetly echoes
+      Through every grove and dale;
+
+    The Sparrow and Tomtit,
+      And many more, were there;
+    All came to see the wedding
+      Of Jenny Wren the fair.
+
+    The Bullfinch walked by Robin,
+      And thus to him did say,
+    "Pray mark, friend Robin Redbreast,
+      That Goldfinch dressed so gay:
+
+    "What though her gay apparel
+      Becomes her very well,
+    Yet Jenny's modest dress and look
+      Must bear away the bell."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Then came the Bride and Bridegroom;
+      Quite plainly was she dressed,
+    And blushed so much, her cheeks were
+      As red as Robin's breast.
+
+    But Robin cheered her up;
+      "My pretty Jen," said he,
+    "We're going to be married,
+      And happy we shall be."
+
+    "Oh, then," says Parson Rook,
+      "Who gives this maid away?"
+    "I do," says the Goldfinch,
+      "And her fortune I will pay:
+
+    "Here's a bag of grain of many sorts,
+      And other things beside:
+    Now happy be the bridegroom,
+      And happy be the bride!"
+
+    "And will you have her, Robin,
+      To be your wedded wife?"
+    "Yes, I will," says Robin,
+      "And love her all my life!"
+
+    "And you will have him, Jenny,
+      Your husband now to be?"
+    "Yes, I will," says Jenny,
+      "And love him heartily!"
+
+    Then on her finger fair
+      Cock Robin put the ring;
+    "You're married now," says Parson Rook,
+      While the Lark aloud did sing:
+
+    "Happy be the bridegroom,
+      And happy be the bride!
+    And may not man, nor bird, nor beast,
+      This happy pair divide!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    The birds were asked to dine,
+      Not Jenny's friends alone,
+    But every pretty songster
+      That had Cock Robin known.
+
+    They had a cherry-pie,
+      Besides some currant-wine,
+    And every guest brought something,
+      That sumptuous they might dine.
+
+    Now they all sat or stood,
+      To eat and to drink;
+    And every one said what
+      He happened to think.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    They each took a bumper,
+      And drank to the pair,
+    Cock Robin the bridegroom,
+      And Jenny the fair.
+
+    The dinner-things removed,
+      They all began to sing;
+    And soon they made the place
+      Near a mile round to ring.
+
+    The concert it was fine;
+      And every bird tried
+    Who best should sing for Robin,
+      And Jenny Wren the bride.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    When in came the Cuckoo,
+      And made a great rout;
+    He caught hold of Jenny,
+      And pulled her about.
+
+    Cock Robin was angry,
+      And so was the Sparrow,
+    Who fetched in a hurry
+      His bow and his arrow.
+
+    His aim then he took,
+      But he took it not right;
+    His skill was not good,
+      Or he shot in a fright;
+
+    For the Cuckoo he missed,
+      But Cock Robin he killed!--
+    And all the birds mourned
+      That his blood was so spilled.
+
+[Illustration: _Alas! Poor Cock Robin!_]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR COCK ROBIN.
+
+
+    WHO killed Cock Robin?
+      I, said the Sparrow,
+      With my bow and arrow,
+    I killed Cock Robin.
+
+    This is the Sparrow,
+    With his bow and arrow.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who saw him die?
+      I, said the Fly,
+      With my little eye,
+    I saw him die.
+
+    This is the little Fly
+    Who saw Cock Robin die.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who caught his blood?
+      I, said the Fish,
+      With my little dish,
+    I caught his blood.
+
+    This is the Fish,
+    That held the dish.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll make his shroud?
+      I, said the Beetle,
+      With my thread and needle,
+    I'll make his shroud.
+
+    This is the Beetle,
+    With his thread and needle.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll dig his grave?
+      I, said the Owl,
+      With my spade and show'l,
+    I'll dig his grave.
+
+    This is the Owl,
+    With his spade and show'l.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll be the Parson?
+      I, said the Rook,
+      With my little book,
+    I'll be the Parson.
+
+    This is the Rook,
+    Reading his book.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll be the Clerk?
+      I, said the Lark,
+      If it's not in the dark,
+    I'll be the Clerk.
+
+    This is the Lark,
+    Saying "Amen" like a clerk.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll carry him to the grave?
+      I, said the Kite,
+      If it's not in the night,
+    I'll carry him to the grave.
+
+    This is the Kite,
+    About to take flight.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll carry the link?
+      I, said the Linnet,
+      I'll fetch it in a minute,
+    I'll carry the link.
+
+    This is the Linnet,
+    And a link with fire in it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll be chief mourner?
+      I, said the Dove,
+      For I mourn for my love,
+    I'll be chief mourner.
+
+    This is the Dove,
+    Who Cock Robin did love.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll sing a psalm?
+      I, said the Thrush,
+      As she sat in a bush,
+    I'll sing a psalm.
+
+    This is the Thrush,
+    Singing psalms from a bush.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Who'll toll the bell?
+      I, said the Bull,
+      Because I can pull;
+    So, Cock Robin, farewell!
+
+    This is the Bull
+    Who the bell-rope did pull.
+
+[Illustration: Poor Cock Robin]
+
+    All the birds of the air
+      Fell a-sighing and sobbing,
+    When they heard the bell toll
+      For Poor Cock Robin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FREDDIE AND THE CHERRY-TREE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    FREDDIE saw some fine ripe cherries
+      Hanging on a cherry-tree,
+    And he said, "You pretty cherries,
+      Will you not come down to me?"
+
+    "Thank you kindly," said a cherry,
+      "We would rather stay up here;
+    If we ventured down this morning,
+      You would eat us up, I fear."
+
+    One, the finest of the cherries,
+      Dangled from a slender twig;
+    "You are beautiful," said Freddie,
+      "Red and ripe, and oh, how big!"
+
+    "Catch me," said the cherry, "catch me,
+      Little master, if you can."
+    "I would catch you soon," said Freddie,
+      "If I were a grown-up man."
+
+    Freddie jumped, and tried to reach it,
+      Standing high upon his toes;
+    But the cherry bobbed about,
+      And laughed, and tickled Freddie's nose.
+
+
+
+
+SIMPLE SIMON.
+
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+    Simple Simon met a pieman,
+    Going to the fair;
+    Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+    "Let me taste your ware."
+    Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+    "Show me first your penny."
+    Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+    "Indeed I have not any."]
+
+    He went to catch a dickey-bird,
+      And thought he could not fail,
+    Because he'd got a little salt
+      To put upon his tail.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    He went to take a bird's nest,
+      Was built upon a bough:
+    A branch gave way, and Simon fell
+      Into a dirty slough.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    He went to shoot a wild duck,
+      But wild duck flew away;
+    Says Simon, "I can't hit him,
+      Because he will not stay."
+
+    Simple Simon went a-hunting,
+      For to catch a hare,
+    He rode an ass about the streets,
+      But couldn't find one there.
+
+    Simple Simon went a-fishing
+      For to catch a whale;
+    All the water he had got
+      Was in his mother's pail.
+
+    He went for to eat honey
+      Out of the mustard-pot,
+    He bit his tongue until he cried,
+      That was all the good he got.
+
+    He went to ride a spotted cow,
+      That had a little calf,
+    She threw him down upon the ground,
+      Which made the people laugh.
+
+    Once Simon made a great snowball,
+      And brought it in to roast;
+    He laid it down before the fire,
+      And soon the ball was lost.
+
+    He went to slide upon the ice,
+      Before the ice would bear;
+    Then he plunged in above his knees,
+      Which made poor Simon stare.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    He washed himself with blacking-ball,
+      Because he had no soap;
+    Then said unto his mother,
+      "I'm a beauty now, I hope."
+
+    Simple Simon went to look
+      If plums grew on a thistle;
+    He pricked his fingers very much,
+      Which made poor Simon whistle.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    He went for water in a sieve,
+      But soon it all ran through;
+    And now poor Simple Simon
+      Bids you all adieu.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
+      I will go with you, if I may.
+    I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing,
+      I am going to see them make the hay.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Away, Birds, away!
+    Take a little, and leave a little,
+    And do not come again;
+    For if you do,
+    I will shoot you through,
+    And then there will be an end of you.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    I had a little dog, they called him Buff,
+      I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;
+    But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff,
+      So take that cuff, and that's enough.
+
+
+
+
+    The Cock doth crow
+    To let you know,
+    If you be wise,
+    'T is time to rise.
+
+
+
+
+    Jack Sprat
+    Had a cat,
+    It had but one ear,
+    It went to buy butter,
+    When butter was dear.
+
+
+
+
+    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: "A CARRION CROW."]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    A carrion crow sat on an oak,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    Watching a tailor shape his coat;
+      Sing he, sing ho, the old 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 he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
+
+    The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    And shot the miller's sow right through the heart;
+      Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
+
+    Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
+    For the old miller's sow is in a swoon;
+      Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
+      Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
+
+
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Little Blue Betty lived in a lane,
+    She sold good ale to gentlemen:
+    Gentlemen came every day,
+    And Little Blue Betty hopped away;
+    She hopped upstairs to make her bed,
+    And she tumbled down, and broke her head.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    [A CANDLE.]
+
+    Little Nancy Etticote,
+    In a white petticoat,
+    With a red nose;
+    The longer she stands,
+    The shorter she grows.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO."]
+
+
+
+
+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, &c.
+
+    "Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,
+                            Heigho, says Rowley,
+    Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"
+                            With a rowley powley, &c.
+
+    When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,
+                            Heigho, says Rowley,
+    They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.
+                            With a rowley powley, &c.
+
+    "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"
+                            Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."
+                            With a rowley powley, &c.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    "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, &c.
+
+    "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, &c.
+
+    "Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,
+                            Heigho, says Rowley,
+    "A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."
+                            With a rowley powley, &c.
+
+    "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, &c.
+
+    But while they were all a merry-making,
+                            Heigho, says Rowley,
+    A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.
+                            With a rowley powley, &c.
+
+    The cat she seized the rat by the crown;
+                            Heigho, says Rowley,
+    The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.
+                            With a rowley powley, &c.
+
+    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, &c.
+
+    But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,
+                            Heigho, says Rowley,
+    A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.
+                            With a rowley powley, &c.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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!
+
+
+
+
+I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING.
+
+
+    I SAW a ship a-sailing,
+      A-sailing on the sea;
+    And, oh! it was all laden
+      With pretty things for thee!
+
+    There were comfits in the cabin,
+      And apples in the hold;
+    The sails were made of silk,
+      And the masts were made of 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!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "AS SOON AS HE PLAY'D THEY BEGAN FOR TO DANCE."]
+
+
+
+
+TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON.
+
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+    Tom, Tom, was a pi per's son,
+    He learn'd to play when he was young;
+    But the only tune that he could play,
+    Was "Over the hills and far away."
+
+    Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
+    That he pleased both the girls and boys;
+    They'd dance and skip while he did play,
+    "Over the hills and far away."]
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+    Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
+    That those who heard him could never keep still;
+    As soon as he play'd they began for to dance,
+    Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.
+
+    He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of Eggs--
+    He used his pipe and she used her legs;
+    She danc'd about till her eggs were all broke,
+    She began for to fret, but he laugh'd at the joke.
+
+    And as Dolly was milking her cow one day,]
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+    Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
+    So Doll and the cow they danc'd a lilt,
+    Till the pail fell down and the milk was all spilt.
+
+    Tom saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
+    Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
+    He took out his pipe and he play'd them a tune,
+    And the poor donkey's load was lighten'd full soon.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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 the little old woman first did wake,
+    She began to shiver and she began to shake;
+    She began to wonder, and she began to cry,
+    "Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I!
+
+    But if it be I, as I 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,
+    "Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!"
+
+
+
+
+    _High_ diddle ding,
+    Did you hear the bells ring?
+    The Parliament soldiers are gone to the King!
+    Some they did laugh, some they did cry,
+    To see the Parliament soldiers pass by.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Three wise men of Gotham
+    Went to sea in a bowl;
+    If the bowl had been stronger
+    My story had been longer.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE BOY BLUE.]
+
+
+    Little Boy Blue, come, blow me 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 haycock, fast asleep.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE ROBIN REDBREASTS.
+
+
+    Two Robin Redbreasts built their nests
+      Within a hollow tree;
+    The hen sat quietly at home,
+      The cock sang merrily;
+    And all the little young ones said,
+      "Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."
+
+    One day (the sun was warm and bright,
+      And shining in the sky),
+    Cock Robin said, "My little dears,
+      'T is time you learn to fly;"
+    And all the little young ones said,
+      "I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."
+
+    I know a child, and _who she is_
+      I'll tell you by-and-by,
+    When Mamma says, "Do this," or "that,"
+      She says, "What for?" and "Why?"
+    She'd be a better child by far
+      If she would say "I'll try."
+
+
+
+
+    THERE was an old woman
+      Lived under a hill,
+    And if she's not gone,
+      She lives there still.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    We are all in the dumps,
+    For diamonds are trumps,
+    The kittens are gone to St. Paul's,
+    The babies are bit,
+    The moon's in a fit,
+    And the houses are built without walls.
+
+
+
+
+    AS I was going along, long, long,
+    A-singing a comical song, song, song,
+    The lane that I went was so long, long, long,
+    And the song that I sung was so long, long, long,
+    And so I went singing along.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+        A-milking, a-milking, my maid,
+        "Cow, take care of your heels," she said;
+    "And you shall have some nice new hay,
+    If you'll quietly let me milk away."
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Old father Grey Beard,
+      Without tooth or tongue,
+    If you'll give me your finger,
+      I'll give you my thumb.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Dance a baby diddit,
+    What can his mother do with it,
+    But sit in a lap,
+    And give him some pap?
+    Dance a baby diddit.
+
+
+
+
+    Snail, snail, come out of your hole,
+    Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.
+
+
+
+
+    At the siege of Belleisle I was there all the while,
+    All the while, all the while, at the siege of Belleisle.
+
+
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL.]
+
+
+    Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell;
+    If I had as much money as I could tell
+    I never would cry young lambs to sell,
+    Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell,
+    I never would cry, young lambs to sell.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    To make your candles last for aye,
+    You wives and maids give ear-o!
+    To put them out's the only way,
+    Says honest John Boldero.
+
+
+
+
+THE GREAT BROWN OWL
+
+
+    THE Brown Owl sits in the ivy-bush,
+      And she looketh wondrous wise,
+    With a horny beak beneath her cowl,
+      And a pair of large round eyes.
+
+    She sat all day on the selfsame spray,
+      From sunrise till sunset;
+    And the dim grey light, it was all too bright
+      For the Owl to see in yet.
+
+    "Jenny Owlet, Jenny Owlet," said a merry little bird,
+      "They say you're wondrous wise;
+    But I don't think you see, though you're looking at ME
+    With your large, round, shining eyes."
+
+    But night came soon, and the pale white moon
+      Rolled high up in the skies;
+    And the great Brown Owl flew away in her cowl,
+      With her large, round, shining eyes.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE TOM TUCKER.]
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE TOM TUCKER.
+
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+    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 can he marry
+    Without e'er a wife?]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,
+    The best man amongst 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 just now.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,
+    In a shower of rain;
+    He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle,
+    And never went there again.
+
+
+
+
+    Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
+      How does your garden grow?
+    Silver bells and cockle-shells,
+      And pretty maids all in a row.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    The man in the moon
+    Came tumbling down,
+    And asked the way to Norwich;
+    He went by the south,
+    And burnt his mouth
+    With eating cold pease porridge.
+
+
+
+
+    Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a rail,
+    Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail;
+    Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a bridle,
+    With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.
+
+
+
+
+    Pit, pat, well-a-day!
+    Little Robin flew away;
+    Where can little Robin be,
+    But up in yon cherry-tree?
+
+
+
+
+    Ding, dong, darrow,
+    The cat and the sparrow;
+    The little dog has burnt his tail,
+    And he shall be whipped to-morrow.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+DAME DUCK'S LESSONS TO HER DUCKLINGS.
+
+
+    OLD MOTHER DUCK has hatched a brood
+      Of ducklings, small and callow:
+    Their little wings are short, their down
+      Is mottled grey and yellow.
+
+    There is a quiet little stream,
+      That runs into the moat,
+    Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,
+      And water-lilies float.
+
+    Close by the margin of the brook
+      The old Duck made her nest,
+    Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,
+      And down from her own breast.
+
+    And there she sat for four long weeks,
+      In rainy days and fine,
+    Until the Ducklings all came out--
+      Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
+
+    One peeped out from beneath her wing,
+      One scrambled on her back:
+    "That's very rude," said old Dame Duck,
+      "Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!"
+
+    "'T is close," said Dame Duck, shoving out
+      The egg-shells with her bill,
+    "Besides, it never suits young ducks
+      To keep them sitting still."
+
+    So, rising from her nest, she said,
+      "Now, children, look at me:
+    A well-bred duck should waddle so,
+      From side to side--d'ye see?"
+
+    "Yes," said the little ones, and then
+      She went on to explain:
+    "A well-bred duck turns in its toes
+      As I do--try again."
+
+    "Yes," said the Ducklings, waddling on.
+      "That's better," said their mother;
+    "But well-bred ducks walk in a row,
+      Straight--one behind another."
+
+    "Yes," said the little Ducks again,
+      All waddling in a row:
+    "Now to the pond," said old Dame Duck--
+      Splash, splash! and in they go.
+
+    "Let me swim first," said old Dame Duck,
+      "To this side, now to that;
+    There, snap at those great brown-winged flies,
+      They make young ducklings fat.
+
+    "Now when you reach the poultry-yard,
+      The hen-wife, Molly Head,
+    Will feed you, with the other fowls,
+      On bran and mashed-up bread;
+
+    "The hens will peck and fight, but mind,
+      I hope that all of you
+    Will gobble up the food as fast
+      As well-bred ducks should do.
+
+    "You'd better get into the dish,
+      Unless it is too small;
+    In that case, I should use my foot,
+      And overturn it all."
+
+    The Ducklings did as they were bid,
+      And found the plan so good,
+    That, from that day, the other fowls
+      Got hardly any food.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Is John Smith within?
+    Yes, that he is.
+    Can he set a shoe?
+    Ay, marry, two.
+    Here a nail, there a nail,
+    Tick, tack, too.
+
+
+
+
+    John Cook he had a little grey mare,
+                                    hee, haw, hum;
+    Her legs were long and her back was bare,
+                                    hee, haw, hum.
+
+    John Cook was riding up Shooter's Bank,
+                                    hee, haw, hum;
+    The mare she began to kick and to prank,
+                                    hee, haw, hum.
+
+    John Cook was riding up Shooter's Hill,
+                                    hee, haw, hum;
+    His mare fell down and made her will,
+                                    hee, haw, hum.
+
+    The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf,
+                                    hee, haw, hum;
+    If you want any more, you may sing it yourself,
+                                    hee, haw, hum.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: OLD KING COLE.]
+
+
+        Old King Cole
+        Was a merry old soul,
+    And a merry old soul was he;
+        And he called for his pipe
+        And he called for his glass,
+    And he called for his fiddlers three!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    A Apple Pie.
+
+    B bit it.
+
+    C cut it.
+
+    D dealt it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    E eat it.
+
+    F fought for it.
+
+    G got it.
+
+    H hid it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    J jumped for it.
+
+    K kept it.
+
+    L longed for it.
+
+    M mourned for it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    N nodded at it.
+
+    O opened it.
+
+    P peeped at it.
+
+    Q quartered it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    R ran for it.
+
+    S stole it.
+
+    T tried for it.
+
+    V viewed it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    X Y Z &
+
+    Amperse-and,
+    All wished for
+    A piece in hand.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Pussy sits beside the fire. How can she be fair?
+    In walks a little doggy,--Pussy, are you there?
+
+
+
+
+    Oh, the rusty, dusty, rusty miller,
+    I'll not change my wife for gold or siller.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
+    And 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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    High diddle doubt, my candle's out,
+      My little maid is not at home;
+    Saddle my hog and bridle my dog,
+      And fetch my little maid home.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP]
+
+
+BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP.
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+    Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
+    Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full:
+    One for my master, one for my dame,
+    And one for the little boy that lives in our lane.
+    Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
+    Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Barber, barber, shave a pig.
+    How many hairs will make a wig?
+    Four and twenty; that's enough.
+    Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.
+
+
+
+
+    The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown,
+    The Lion beat the Unicorn all round about the town.
+    Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown,
+    Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
+
+
+
+
+    Thomas a Tattamus took two T's
+    To tie two tups to two tall trees,
+    To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus.
+    Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
+      They were two bonny lasses,
+    They built a house upon the lea,
+      And covered it o'er with rashes.
+
+    Bessy kept the garden gate,
+      And Mary kept the pantry;
+    Bessy always had to wait,
+      While Mary lived in plenty.
+
+
+
+
+    LITTLE boy, pretty boy, where were you born?
+    In Lincolnshire, master; come, blow the cow's horn.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 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 after the spoon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE YOUNG LINNETS.
+
+
+    DID you ever see the nest
+      Of Chaffinch or of Linnet,
+    When the little downy birds
+      Are lying snugly in it,
+
+    Gaping wide their yellow mouths
+      For something nice to eat?
+    Caterpillar, worm, and grub,
+      They reckon dainty meat.
+
+    When the mother-bird returns,
+      And finds them still and good,
+    She will give them each, by turns,
+      A proper share of food.
+
+    She has hopped from spray to spray,
+      And peeped with knowing eye
+    Into all the folded leaves
+      Where caterpillars lie.
+
+    She has searched among the grass,
+      And flown from tree to tree,
+    Catching gnats and flies, to feed
+      Her little family.
+
+    I have seen the Linnets chirp,
+      And shake their downy wings:
+    They are pleased to see her come,
+      And pleased with what she brings.
+
+    But I never saw them look
+      Impatient for their food:
+    _Somebody_, at dinner-time,
+      Is seldom quite so good.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: SEE-SAW, MARGERY DAW.]
+
+
+    See-saw, Margery Daw,
+    Jenny shall have a new master;
+    She shall have but a penny a day,
+    Because she can't work any faster.
+
+    [Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+    DANCE to your daddy,
+    My little babby;
+    Dance to your daddy,
+    My little lamb.
+    You shall have a fishy,
+    In a little dishy;
+    You shall have a fishy,
+    When the boat comes in.
+
+
+
+
+    Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun,
+    As fair as the lily, as white as the swan:
+    I send you three letters, so pray you read one.
+    I cannot read one unless I read all;
+    So pray, Master Teddy, deliver the ball.
+
+
+
+
+    Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
+    Gathering roses to give to the Queen.
+    Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
+    She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
+      Ninety times as high as the moon;
+    And 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,
+      O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
+    To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!
+      Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+    Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
+    They lay in bed till the clock struck ten;
+    Then up starts Robin and looks in the sky,
+    "Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!
+    You go on with bottle and bag,
+    And I'll come after with jolly Jack Nag."
+
+
+
+
+    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 bring us some hot in the morn.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Jack be nimble,
+    Jack be quick,
+    And Jack jump over the candlestick.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: RIDE A COCK-HORSE.]
+
+
+    Ride a cock-horse
+    To Banbury Cross,
+    To see a fine lady
+    Upon a white horse.
+    Rings on her fingers,
+    Bells on her toes,
+    She shall have music
+    Wherever she goes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE FARMER.
+
+
+    A FOX jumped up on a moonlight night,
+    The stars were shining, and all things bright;
+    "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's a very fine night
+      For me to go through the town, heigho!"
+
+    The Fox when he came to yonder stile,
+    He lifted his ears, and he listened awhile;
+    "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's but a short mile
+      From this unto yonder town, heigho!"
+
+    The Fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
+    Whom should he see but the farmer's Drake;
+    "I love you well for your master's sake,
+      And long to be picking your bones, heigho!"
+
+    The grey Goose ran right round the haystack.
+    "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "you are very fat;
+    You'll do very well to ride on my back,
+      From this into yonder town, heigho!"
+
+    The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed,
+    And out of the window she popped her head;
+    "Oh, husband! oh, husband! the Geese are all dead,
+      For the Fox has been through the town, heigho!"
+
+    The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead,
+    And shot the old rogue of a Fox through the head;
+    "Ah, ha!" said the farmer, "I think you're quite dead,
+      And no more you'll trouble the town, heigho!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    PEASE pudding hot,
+      Pease pudding cold,
+    Pease pudding in the pot,
+      Nine days old.
+
+    Some like it hot,
+      Some like it cold,
+    Some like it in the pot,
+      Nine days old.
+
+
+
+
+    Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?
+    Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
+    But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,
+    And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.
+
+
+
+
+    Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bo-peep,
+    They met together in Gracechurch Street;
+    In and out, in and out, over the way,
+    Oh! says Johnny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.
+
+
+
+
+    There was a Rat, for want of stairs,
+    Went down a rope to say his prayers.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Snail, snail, come put out your horn,
+    To-morrow is the day to shear the corn.
+
+
+
+
+    If wishes were horses, beggars would ride,
+    If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK.]
+
+
+          Hark, hark,
+          The dogs do bark,
+    The beggars are coming to town;
+          Some in jags,
+          Some in rags,
+    And some in velvet gown.
+
+
+
+
+    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, dig and delve;
+    Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting;
+    Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;
+    Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting;
+    Nineteen, twenty, my plate is empty.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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 saddled him, and bridled him, and sent him out of town.
+
+    I gave him some garters, to garter up his hose,
+    And a little pocket-handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose.
+
+
+
+
+    I have a little sister; they call her Peep, Peep,
+    She wades the water, deep, deep, deep;
+    She climbs the mountains, high, high, high.
+    Poor little thing! she has but one eye.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+    Goosey, goosey, gander, whither shall I wander,
+    Up stairs, and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber.
+    There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers,
+    I took him by his left leg, and threw him down the stairs.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,
+    Loves plum-cake and sugarcandy;
+    He brought some at a grocer's shop,
+    And out he came, hop-hop-hop.
+
+
+
+
+    If all the world were water,
+      And all the water were ink,
+    What should we do for bread and cheese?
+      What should we do for drink?
+
+
+
+
+    Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+      Hey, my kitten, my deary;
+    Such a sweet pet as this
+      Was neither far nor neary.
+
+
+
+
+    Here we go up, up, up,
+    Here we go down, down, down;
+    Here we go backwards and forwards,
+    And here we go round, round, round.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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 slashed
+      him,
+    She rode him through the
+      mire;
+    I would not lend my pony now,
+      For all the lady's hire.
+
+
+
+
+    See, see. What shall I see?
+    A horse's head where his tail should be.
+
+
+
+
+          Pussy cat, Pussy cat, where have you been?
+          I've been to London to look at the Queen.
+    Pussy cat, Pussy cat, what did you do there?
+    I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Little Tommy Tittlemouse
+    Lived in a little house;
+    He caught fishes
+    In other men's ditches.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT."]
+
+
+
+
+THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.
+
+
+    This is the MALT
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    This is the RAT
+    That ate the malt,
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    This is the CAT,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt,
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    This is the DOG,
+    That worried the cat,
+    That killed the rat,
+    That ate the malt,
+    That lay in the house that Jack built.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    This is the FARMER who sowed the 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 in the house that Jack built.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Old mother Widdle Waddle jumped out of bed,
+    And out of the casement she popped her head,
+    Crying, "The house is on fire, the grey goose is dead,
+    And the fox has come to the town, oh!"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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 one leg back.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    As I was going up Primrose Hill,
+      Primrose 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 upon you.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    I had a little Hen, the prettiest ever seen,
+    She washed me 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 many a fine tale.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
+      And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
+    He shot Johnny King through the middle of his wig,
+      And knocked it right off his head, head, head.
+
+
+
+
+    Three straws on a staff,
+    Would make a baby cry and laugh.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Multiplication is vexation,
+      Division is as bad;
+    The Rule of Three perplexes me,
+    And Practice drives me mad.
+
+
+
+
+    Daffy-down-Dilly has come up to town,
+    In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: 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.
+
+      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.
+
+
+
+
+    There were three crows sat on a stone,
+                                Fal la, la la lal de,
+    Two flew away, and then there was one,
+                                Fal la, la la lal de,
+    The other crow finding himself alone,
+                                Fal la, la la lal de,
+    He flew away, and then there was none,
+                                Fal la, la la lal de.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL."]
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+JACK AND JILL.
+
+    1. 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.
+
+    2. Up Jack got, and home did trot,
+    As fast as he could caper;
+    Dame Jill had the job to plaister his knob,
+    With vinegar and brown paper.
+
+    3. Jill came in and she did grin
+    To see his paper plaister,
+    Mother vex'd did whip her next,
+    For causing Jack's disaster.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+    Cry, baby, cry,
+    Put your finger in your eye,
+    And tell your mother it wasn't I.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE TURTLE-DOVE'S NEST.]
+
+
+    VERY high in the pine-tree,
+      The little Turtle-dove
+    Made a pretty little nursery,
+      To please her little love.
+    She was gentle, she was soft,
+      And her large dark eye
+    Often turned to her mate,
+      Who was sitting close by.
+
+    "Coo," said the Turtle-dove,
+      "Coo," said she;
+    "Oh, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove.
+      "And I love THEE."
+    In the long shady branches
+      Of the dark pine-tree,
+    How happy were the Doves
+      In their little nursery!
+
+    The young Turtle-doves
+      Never quarrelled in the nest;
+    For they dearly loved each other,
+      Though they loved their mother best.
+    "Coo," said the little Doves.
+      "Coo," said she.
+    And they played together kindly
+      In the dark pine-tree.
+
+    In this nursery of yours,
+      Little sister, little brother,
+    Like the Turtle-dove's nest--
+      Do you love one another?
+    Are you kind, are you gentle,
+      As children ought to be?
+    Then the happiest of nests
+      Is your own nursery.
+
+
+
+
+        Peter White
+        Will ne'er go right,
+    Would you know the reason why?
+        He follows his nose
+        Wherever he goes,
+    And that stands all awry.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+      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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Hush-a-bye, baby,
+      Daddy is near;
+    Mamma is a lady,
+      And that's very clear.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE."]
+
+
+    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]
+
+
+
+
+
+    One, two, three,
+    I love coffee,
+    And Billy loves tea,
+    How good you be.
+    One, two, three,
+    I love coffee,
+    And Billy loves tea.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
+    Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly small;
+    A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
+    And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    I had a little hobby horse,
+      And it was dapple grey,
+    Its head was made of pea-straw,
+      Its tail was made of hay.
+    I sold it to an old woman
+      For a copper groat;
+    And I'll not sing my song again
+      Without a new coat.
+
+
+
+
+    Eggs, butter, cheese, bread,
+    Stick, stock, stone, dead,
+    Stick him up, stick him down,
+    Stick him in the old man's crown.
+
+
+
+THE FROG'S CHORUS.
+
+
+        "YAUP, yaup, yaup!"
+    Said the croaking voice of a Frog:
+        "A rainy day
+        In the month of May,
+    And plenty of room in the bog."
+
+        "Yaup, yaup, yaup!"
+    Said the Frog as it hopped away:
+        "The insects feed
+        On the floating weed,
+    And I'm hungry for dinner to-day."
+
+        "Yaup, yaup, yaup!"
+    Said the Frog, as it splashed about:
+        "Good neighbours all,
+        When you hear me call,
+    It is odd that you do not come out."
+
+        "Yaup, yaup, yaup!"
+    Said the Frogs; "it is charming weather;
+        We'll come and sup,
+        When the moon is up,
+    And we'll all of us croak together."
+
+
+
+
+    What's the news of the day,
+    Good neighbour, I pray?
+    They say the balloon
+    Is gone up to the moon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+        Cross-Patch,
+        Draw the latch,
+    Sit by the fire and spin;
+        Take a cup,
+        And drink it up,
+    And call your neighbours in.
+
+
+
+
+    There was an old Crow
+      Sat upon a clod.
+    There's an end of my song,
+      That's very odd.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "DING, DONG, BELL."]
+
+    Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well.
+    Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.
+    Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout.
+    What a naughty boy was that,
+    Thus to drown poor Pussy Cat.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+NURSERY RHYME ALPHABET.
+
+
+    A was the Archer who shot at a frog.
+    B was Bo-peep, with her crook and her dog.
+    C was the Cow that jumped over the moon.
+    D was the Dish that ran off with the spoon.
+    E was Elizabeth, Betsey, and Bess.
+    F was the Forest where stood the bird's-nest.
+    G Gaffer Longlegs; downstairs he'd a fall.
+    H Humpty Dumpty that sat on the wall.
+    I was that "_I_" who was going to St. Ives.
+    J Jacky Horner, on plum-pie he thrives.
+    K was King Cole with his fiddlers three.
+    L Little Gold-Hair, peeping, you see.
+    M Mother Hubbard who thought her dog dead.
+    N Little Netticoat, with a red head.
+    O the old Woman "upon market day;"
+    P was the "Pedlar" who passed by that way.
+    Q was the Queen of Hearts, tartlets she makes.
+    R was Red Riding Hood carrying the cakes.
+    S Simple Simon, the pieman beside.
+    T Tommy Tucker, for supper who cried.
+    U was the Unicorn, "beat round the town;"
+    V was Victoria--she fought for her crown.
+    W Whittington, who turned again,
+    Over great London as Lord Mayor to reign.
+    X is a letter that here we can spare.
+    Y "Yankee Doodle," that went to the fair;
+    Z is the Zany who laughed at him there.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    Swan, swan, over the sea;
+    Swim, swan, swim.
+    Swan, swan, back again;
+    Well, swan, swam.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    One misty moisty morning,
+    When cloudy was the weather,
+    I met a little old man,
+    Clothed all in leather,
+    Clothed all in leather,
+    With a strap below his chin.
+    How do you do? and how do you do?
+    And how do you do again?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,
+    He went to bed with his stockings on;
+    One shoe off, and one shoe on,
+    Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    The old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tub,
+    The dirty clothes to rub, rub, rub;
+    But when they are clean, and fit to be seen,
+    I'll dress like a lady, and dance on the green.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "HICKETY, PICKETY, MY BLACK HEN."]
+
+    Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
+    She lays eggs for gentlemen;
+    Gentlemen come every day
+    To see what my black hen doth lay.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    I'll tell you a story,
+    About John-a-Nory:
+      And now my story's begun.
+    I'll tell you another,
+    About Jack and his brother:
+      And now my story's done.
+
+
+
+
+I LOVE SIXPENCE.
+
+
+    I LOVE sixpence, pretty little sixpence,
+      I love sixpence better than my life;
+    I spent a penny of it, I spent another,
+      And took fourpence home to my wife.
+
+    Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence,
+      I love fourpence better than my life;
+    I spent a penny of it, I spent another,
+      And I took twopence home to my wife.
+
+    Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence,
+      I love twopence better than my life;
+    I spent a penny of it, I spent another,
+      And I took nothing home to my wife.
+
+    Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing,
+      What will nothing buy for my wife?
+    I have nothing, I spend nothing,
+      I love nothing better than my wife.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+        There was a fat man of Bombay,
+        Who was smoking one sunshiny day,
+    When a bird called a Snipe flew away with his pipe,
+        Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "WHEN THE PIE WAS OPENED, THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING."]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.
+
+    Sing a song of sixpence,
+    A bag full of rye;
+    Four and twenty blackbirds;
+    Baked in a pie;
+    When the pie was open'd,
+    The birds began to sing,
+    Was not that a dainty dish
+    To set before the king?]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    THE King was in his counting-house,
+      Counting out his money;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    The Queen was in the parlour,
+      Eating bread and honey;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    The maid was in the garden,
+      Hanging out the clothes;
+    By came a little bird,
+      And snapt off her nose.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Little Polly Flinders
+    Sate 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.
+
+
+
+
+    Great A, little A,
+      Bouncing B,
+    The cat's in the cupboard,
+      And she can't see.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    The North Wind doth blow,
+    And we shall have snow,
+    And what will poor Robin do then?
+                Poor thing!
+
+    He will hop to a barn,
+    And to keep himself warm,
+    Will hide his head under his wing,
+                Poor thing!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE OLD WOMAN BUYING HER PIG AT MARKET.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+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: the piggy 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;
+     Piggy 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;
+     Piggy 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;
+     Piggy 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--
+
+[Illustration: "FIRE, FIRE, BURN STICK."]
+
+    "Water, water, quench fire;
+     Fire won't burn stick;
+     Stick won't beat dog;
+     Dog won't bite pig;
+     Piggy 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;
+     Piggy 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;
+
+[Illustration: "BUTCHER, BUTCHER, KILL OX."]
+
+    Stick won't beat dog;
+    Dog won't bite pig;
+    Piggy 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;
+     Piggy 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;
+
+[Illustration: "RAT, RAT, GNAW ROPE."]
+
+    Water won't quench fire;
+    Fire won't burn stick;
+    Stick won't beat dog;
+    Dog won't bite pig;
+    Piggy 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;
+     Piggy won't get over the stile;
+     And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+But the cat said to her, "If you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a
+saucer of milk, I will kill the rat." So away went the old woman to the
+cow, and said--
+
+[Illustration: "COW, COW, GIVE ME A SAUCER OF MILK."]
+
+    "Cow, cow, give me a saucer of milk;
+     Cat won't 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;
+     Piggy won't get over the stile;
+     And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+But the cow said to her, "If you will go to yonder haymakers, and fetch
+me a wisp of hay, I'll give you the milk." So away the old woman went to
+the haymakers, and said--
+
+    "Haymakers, give me a wisp of hay;
+     Cow won't give me milk;
+     Cat won't 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;
+
+[Illustration: "HAYMAKERS, GIVE ME A WISP OF HAY."]
+
+    Fire won't burn stick;
+    Stick won't beat dog;
+    Dog won't bite pig;
+    Piggy won't get over the stile;
+    And I shan't get home to-night."
+
+But the haymakers said to her,--"If you will go to yonder stream, and
+fetch us a bucket of water, we'll give you the hay." So away the old
+woman went; but when she got to the stream, she found the bucket was
+full of holes. So she covered the bottom with pebbles, and then filled
+the bucket with water, and away she went back with it to the haymakers;
+and they gave her a wisp of hay.
+
+As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman the milk;
+and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat. As soon as the cat 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;
+
+[Illustration: "THE CAT BEGAN TO KILL THE RAT."]
+
+    The little pig in a fright jumped over the stile;
+    And so the old woman got home that night.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Music
+
+DICKERY, DICKERY, DOCK.
+
+    Dickery, dickery, dock!
+    The mouse ran up the clock;
+    The clock struck one, and down the mouse ran,
+    Dickery, dickery, dock!]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "TOMMY KEPT A CHANDLER'S SHOP."]
+
+
+    Tommy kept a chandler's shop,
+    Richard went to buy a mop,
+    Tommy gave him such a whop,
+    That sent him out of his chandler's shop.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    See a pin and pick it up,
+    All the day you'll have good luck.
+    See a pin and let it lay,
+    Bad luck you'll have all the day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+      Please to remember the fifth of November,
+        The Gunpowder treason plot;
+      I see no reason why Gunpowder treason,
+        Should ever be forgot.
+    A stick and a stake for Victoria's sake,
+    Hollo, boys! hollo, boys! God save the Queen.
+
+
+
+
+    Leg over leg,
+      As the dog went to Dover,
+    When he came to a stile,
+      Jump he went over.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    Ladybird, Ladybird,
+    Fly away home,
+    Your house is on fire,
+    Your children will burn.
+
+
+
+
+        1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
+    I caught a hare alive;
+        6, 7, 8, 9, 10,
+    I let her go again.
+
+
+
+
+    This is the way the ladies go--
+                           Nim, nim, nim.
+    This is the way the gentlemen go--
+                           Trot, trot, trot.
+    This is the way the hunters go--
+                           Gallop, gallop, gallop.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF TOBAGO."]
+
+
+    There was an old man of Tobago,
+    Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago;
+        Till, much to his bliss,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+        His physician said this--
+    "To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."
+
+
+
+
+
+      Little Miss Muffett
+      She sat on a tuffett,
+    Eating of curds and whey;
+      There came a little spider,
+      Who sat down beside her,
+    And frightened Miss Muffett away.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks,
+    Were walking out one Sunday,
+    Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
+    Wilt marry me on Monday?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+    The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,
+    The mistress snored loud as a pig,
+    Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire,
+    And struck up a bit of a jig.
+
+
+
+
+    Here am I,
+      Little jumping Joan,
+    When nobody's with me,
+      I'm always alone.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+GOOD DOBBIN.
+
+
+    OH! thank you, good Dobbin, you've been a long track,
+    And have carried papa all the way on your back;
+    You shall have some nice oats, faithful Dobbin, indeed,
+    For you've brought papa home to his darling with speed.
+
+    The howling wind blew, and the pelting rain beat,
+    And the thick mud has covered his legs and his feet,
+    But yet on he galloped in spite of the rain,
+    And has brought papa home to his darling again.
+
+    The sun it was setting a long while ago,
+    And papa could not see the road where he should go,
+    But Dobbin kept on through the desolate wild,
+    And has brought papa home again safe to his child.
+
+    Now go to the stable, the night is so raw,
+    Go, Dobbin, and rest your old bones on the straw;
+    Don't stand any longer out here in the rain,
+    For you've brought papa home to his darling again.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "AWAY WENT GILPIN, AND AWAY WENT POSTBOY AT HIS HEELS."]
+
+
+
+
+THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN.
+
+SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN.
+
+
+    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 loving wife;
+      O'erjoyed was he to find,
+    That though on pleasure she was bent,
+      She had a frugal mind.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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 horses 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:
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    "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;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    A, B, C, tumble down D,
+    The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess,
+    They all went together to seek a bird's nest,
+    They found a bird's nest with five eggs in;
+    They all took one, and left four in.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Up hill and down dale,
+    Butter is made in every vale;
+    And if Nancy Cook
+    Is a good girl,
+    She shall have a spouse,
+    And make butter anon,
+    Before her old grandmother
+    Grows a young man.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
+    To buy some meat to put in the pot;
+    Threepence a quarter, fourpence a side,
+    If it hadn't been killed it must have died.
+
+
+
+
+    Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,
+    All begins with A.
+
+
+
+
+    My little old man and I fell out;
+    I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
+    I had money and he had none,
+    And that's the way the noise begun.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+GEORGIE PORGIE.
+
+    Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
+    Kiss'd the girls and made them cry.
+    When the girls came out to play,
+    Georgie Porgie ran away.]
+
+
+
+
+    I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm,
+    And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm.
+    I'll sit by the fire, and give her some food,
+    And Pussy will love me, because I am good.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Taffy was a Welshman,
+      Taffy was a thief,
+    Taffy came to my house,
+      And stole a leg 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 in bed;
+    I took the marrow-bone,
+      And broke Taffy's head.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "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!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
+                          Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
+    And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,
+                          Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Little Betty Blue
+    Lost her holiday shoe,
+    What can little Betty do?
+    Give her another
+    To match the other,
+    And then she may walk in two.
+
+
+
+
+    Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,
+      Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
+    To get some meal to bake a cake,
+      So pray, my dear baby, lie still.
+
+
+
+
+    You shall have an apple,
+    You shall have a plum,
+    You shall have a rattle-basket,
+    When papa comes home.
+
+
+
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+      Poor Dog Bright,
+    Ran off with all his might,
+    Because the cat was after him,
+      Poor Dog Bright.
+
+      Poor Cat Fright,
+    Ran off with all her might,
+    Because the dog was after her,
+      Poor Cat Fright.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    As I was going up Pippin Hill,
+      Pippin Hill was dirty,
+    There I met a pretty miss,
+      And she dropped me a curtsey.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Early to bed, and early to rise,
+    Is the way to be healthy, wealthy, and wise.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?
+    Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick o' hearing.
+    Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?
+    Thank you, kind sir, I hear very clearly.
+
+
+
+
+    The Cuckoo's a bonny bird,
+      She sings as she flies,
+    She brings us good tidings,
+      And tells us no lies.
+    She sucks little birds' eggs,
+      To make her voice clear,
+    And never cries "Cuckoo!"
+      Till spring-time of the year.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,
+    Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
+    Prick it and pat it, and mark it with G;
+    And put it in the oven for Teddy and me.
+
+
+
+
+    Pussy-cat ate the dumplings, the dumplings;
+      Pussy-cat ate the dumplings.
+    Mamma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!
+      Why did you eat the dumplings?"
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Needles and pins, needles and pins,
+    When a man marries his trouble begins.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    For every evil under the sun,
+    There is a remedy, or there is none.
+    If there be one, try and find it;
+    If there be none, never mind it.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Three children sliding on the ice,
+      All on a summer's day,
+    As it fell out they all fell in,
+      The rest they ran away.
+
+    Now had these children been at home,
+      Or sliding on dry ground,
+    Ten thousand pounds to one penny
+      They had not all been drowned.
+
+    You parents all that children have,
+      And you, too, that have none,
+    If you would have them safe abroad,
+      Pray keep them safe at home.
+
+
+
+
+THE WONDERFUL DERBY RAM.
+
+
+    AS I was going to Derby all on a market day,
+    I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay;
+          Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay;
+    I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay.
+
+    This ram was fat behind, sir, this ram was fat before;
+    This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more;
+          No more, no more, no more;
+    This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more.
+
+    The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high,
+    As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky;
+          The sky, the sky, the sky;
+    As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.
+
+    The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell;
+    And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell;
+          The bell, the bell, the bell;
+    And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind,
+    Went round about the house, to find
+      A chink to get her foot in;
+    She tried the keyhole 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 your tongue,
+    Remember what old Nurse has sung
+      Of busy Lady Wind.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+      Bow-wow-wow!
+    Whose dog art thou?
+    Little Tom Tucker's dog.
+      Bow-wow-wow!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Let us go to the woods, says this pig.
+    What to do there? says this pig.
+    To seek mamma, says this pig.
+    What to do with her? says this pig.
+    To kiss her, to kiss her, says this pig.
+
+
+
+
+JENNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET.
+
+
+    JENNY shall have a new bonnet,
+      And Jenny shall go to the fair,
+    And Jenny shall have a blue ribbon
+      To tie up her bonny brown hair.
+
+    And why may not I love Jenny?
+      And why may not Jenny love me?
+    And why may not I love Jenny,
+      As well as another body?
+
+    And here's a leg for a stocking,
+      And here is a leg for a shoe,
+    And she has a kiss for her daddy,
+      And two for her mammy, I trow.
+
+    And why may not I love Jenny?
+      And why may not Jenny love me?
+    And why may not I love Jenny,
+      As well as another body?
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Nievie, nievie, nicknack,
+    Which hand will ye tak'?
+    Tak' the right, or tak' the wrang,
+    I'll beguile ye, if I can.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+      Oh, mother, I'm to be married to Mr. Punchinello;
+      To Mr. Pun, to Mr. Chin, to Mr. Nel, to Mr. Lo,
+    Mr. Pun, Mr. Chin, Mr. Nel, Mr. Lo, to Mr. Punchinello.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Rain, rain, go to Spain,
+    And never come back again.
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Up hill spare me,
+    Down hill 'ware me,
+    On level ground spare me not,
+    And in the stable forget me not.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    When little Fred went to bed,
+      He always said his prayers;
+    He kissed mamma, and then papa,
+      And straightway went upstairs.
+
+
+
+
+    Bless you, bless you, bonny bee:
+    Say, when will your wedding be?
+    If it be to-morrow day,
+    Take your wings and fly away.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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.
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Rain, rain,
+      Go away,
+    Come again
+      April day;
+    Little Johnny
+      Wants to play.
+
+
+
+
+    A little cock sparrow sat on a tree,
+    Looking as happy as happy could be,
+    Till a boy came by with his bow and arrow,
+    Says he, I will shoot the little cock sparrow.
+
+    His body will make me a nice little stew,
+    And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.
+    Says the little cock sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay,
+    So he clapped his wings, and flew away.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    The rose is red, the violet's blue;
+    The pink is sweet, and so are you.
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    "We'll go a-shooting," says Robin to Bobbin,
+    "We'll go a-shooting," says Richard to John;
+    "We'll go a-shooting," says John, all alone;
+    "We'll go a-shooting," says every one.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Valentine, oh, Valentine,
+      Curl your locks as I do mine;
+    Two before and two behind;
+      Good morrow to you, Valentine.
+
+
+
+
+    Mr. Isbister, and Betsy his sister,
+      Resolve upon giving a treat;
+        So letters they write,
+        Their friends to invite
+    To their house in Great Camomile Street.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "LITTLE BO-PEEP HAS LOST HER SHEEP, AND CAN'T TELL WHERE
+TO FIND THEM."]
+
+
+[Illustration: Music:
+
+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.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+      And dreamt she heard them bleating;
+    But when she awoke she found it a joke,
+      For still they all were fleeting.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Then up she took her little crook,
+      Determined for to find them;
+    She found 'em indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+      For they'd left their tails behind 'em.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray
+      Unto a meadow hard by,
+    There she espied their tails, side by side,
+      All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Then she heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
+      And ran o'er hill and dale-o,
+    And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
+      To tack to each sheep its tail-o.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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?
+
+
+
+
+    Go to bed first, a golden purse;
+    Go to bed second, a golden pheasant;
+    Go to bed third, a golden bird.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    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 the plaguey old woman would never be quiet.
+
+    She went to the baker's to buy some bread;
+    And when she came home her husband was dead.
+    She went to the clerk, to toll the great bell;
+    And when she came back, her husband was well.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+    Some little mice sat in a barn to spin,
+    Pussy came by, and she popped her head in.
+    "Shall I come in and cut your threads off?"
+    "Oh, no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Notes:
+
+There seemed to be no rhyme nor reason to which poems began with
+smallcaps, (represented in this text version as ALLCAPS), and which did
+not. Without a clear pattern to follow, this was retained as printed.
+
+Page 82, word "a" added to text. Original read (There was jockey) now
+reads (There was a jockey)
+
+Page 227, "he" changed to "she" (she fought for her)
+
+
+
+
+
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