The Big Book of Nursery Rhymes
INTRODUCTION
THE very title, Nursery Rhymes, which has come to be associated with a great body of familiar verse, is in itself sufficient indication of the manner in which that verse has been passed down from generation to generation. Who composed the little pieces it is, save in a few cases, impossible to say: some are certainly very old and were doubtless repeated thousands of times before their first appearance in print. References to certain favourites may be found in the pages of the dramatists of Elizabeth's time.
Attempts are sometimes made to read into these Rhymes a deeper significance than the obvious and simple one which has accounted for their enduring popularity in the Nursery, but this volume has no concern with such profound interpretations, any more than have the little people who love the old jingles best.
The earliest known collection of Nursery Rhymes was published about 1760 by John Newbery, the first publisher who devoted his attention to very young readers. In his book, which included songs from the plays of Shakespeare, some of the Rhymes appeared with titles which sound strange to our ears; thus "Ding, Dong, Bell" was called "Plato's Song", while "There were Two Birds sat on a Stone" was "Aristotle's Song". To each Rhyme was appended a moral maxim, as for example, to "Is John Smith within?" is added "Knowledge is a treasure, but practice is the key to it". Most of the Rhymes in this little Newbery collection, amongst them "There was a little Man and he wooed a little Maid" and "The Wise Men of Gotham", are repeated in the present volume so far as may be in accordance with that early text. Others have been compared with early versions in chap-books issued late in the eighteenth century or early in the nineteenth.
Students divide our rhymes into narrative pieces, historical, folk-lore, game rhymes, counting-out rhymes, jingles, fragments, and so forth, but for the children for whom and by whom they are remembered, and for whose sake they are here collected and pictured anew, they are just—Nursery Rhymes.
CONTENTS
"Herebe!
ginsthe!!
bigbo !!!
okofnur!!!!
se!ryrh! ymes!"
The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The
Knave of
Hearts he stole those tarts,
The King of Hearts called for those tarts,
The Knave of Hearts
brought back those tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.
St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,
For forty days it will remain;
St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,
For forty days 't will rain no more.
Dance to
your
daddie,
My bonnie laddie,
Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb!
You shall get a fishie
On a little dishie,
You shall get a fishie when the boat comes hame!
Dance to
your
daddie,
My bonnie laddie,
Dance to your daddie, and to your mammie sing!
You shall get a coatie,
And a pair of breekies,
You shall get a coatie when the boat comes in!
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.
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pie-man,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the
pie-man
unto Simon,
"First give me a penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pie-man,
"I have not got any."
He went
to catch
a dicky-bird,
And thought he could not fail,
Because he had got a little salt
He went to ride a spotted cow,
That had got a little calf,
She threw him down upon the ground,
Then
Simple Simon
went a-hunting,
For to catch a hare,
He rode a goat about the street,
But could not find one there.
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.
SIMPLE SIMON went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
And all the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.
He went
to take a
bird's nest,
Was built upon a bough;
A branch gave way, and Simon fell
He went to shoot a wild duck,
But the wild duck flew away;
Says Simon, "I can't hit him,
Because he will not stay."
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.
He went
to try if
cherries ripe
Grew upon a thistle;
He pricked his finger very much,
He
washed himself
with blacking-ball,
Because he had no soap:
Then, then, said to his mother,
"I'm a beauty now, I hope."
He went
for water
in a sieve,
But soon it all ran through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu.
"Croak,"
said the toad, "I'm hungry I think,
To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;
I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,
And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails."
"Ho,
ho!" quoth the frog, "is that what you mean?
Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,
There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,
And then I shall have a good dinner like you."
Little
Jack
Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating of Christmas pie;
He put
in his
thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And cried "What a good boy was I!"
There
was a
little man,
Who wooed a little maid;
And he said: "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
I have little more to say,
So will you ay or nay
For the least said is soonest mend-ed, ded, ded."
Then the
little
maid replied:
"Should I be your little bride,
Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat?
Will the flame that you're so rich in
Light a fire in the kitchen?
Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"
Handy Pandy, Jack-a-Dandy,
Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;
He bought some at a grocer's shop,
And out he came, hop, hop, hop.
There were once two cats of Kilkenny,
Each thought there was one cat too many;
So they fought and they fit,
And they scratched and they bit,
Till, excepting their nails
And the tips of their tails,
Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
Blow,
wind, blow!
and go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it, and into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
ONE, TWO, THREE, AND FOUR LEGS
Two legs
sat upon
three legs,
With one leg in his lap;
In comes four legs,
And runs away with one leg.
Up jumps
two
legs,
Catches up three legs,
Throws it after four legs,
And makes him bring back one leg.
I HAD a
little
boy,
And called him Blue Bell;
Gave him a little work,
He did it very well.
I bade
him go
upstairs
To bring me a gold pin;
In coal-scuttle fell he,
Up to his little chin.
He went
to the
garden
To pick a little sage;
He tumbled on his nose,
And fell into a rage.
He went
to the
cellar
To draw a little beer;
And quickly did return
To say there was none there.
Cock-a-doodle-do!
My dame has lost her shoe;
My master's lost his fiddle-stick,
And don't know what to do.
Cock-a-doodle-do!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddle-stick,
She'll dance without her shoe.
JOHN COOK had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!
Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!
John
Cook was
riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!
And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!
John
Cook was
riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!
His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!
The
bridle and
saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!
If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!
BUZ ,
quoth the
blue fly,
Hum, quoth the bee,
Buz and hum they cry,
And so do we.
In his
ear, in
his nose,
Thus, do you see?
He ate the dormouse,
Else it was he.
Little
Tommy
Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men's ditches.
Great A,
little
a, bouncing B,
The cat's in the cupboard and she can't see.
DOCTOR Foster went to Glo'ster,
In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle right up to his middle,
And never went there again.
Daffy-down-dilly has come to town,
In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
Queen
Anne, Queen
Anne,
you sit in the sun,
As fair as a lily,
as white as a wand.
I send you three letters,
and pray read one,
You must read one, if you can't read all
So pray Miss or Master throw up the ball.
HO my kitten, a kitten,
And ho! 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.
Lavender
blue and
rosemary green,
When I am king you shall be queen;
Call up my maids at four o'clock,
Some to the wheel and some to the rock,
Some to make hay and some to shear corn,
And you and I will keep ourselves warm.
They began to quarrel and they began to fight;
One had a mouse and the other had none,
And that's the way the quarrel begun.
"I'll
have
that mouse," said the biggest cat.
"You'll have that mouse? we'll see about that!"
"I will have that mouse," said the eldest son.
"You sha'n't have the mouse," said the little one.
I told
you before
't was a stormy night
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her sweeping broom,
The
ground was
covered with frost and snow,
And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.
Then
they crept
in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.
FIDDLE-DE-DEE, fiddle-de-dee,
The fly shall marry the humble-bee;
They
went to
church and married was she,
The fly has married the humble-bee.
Pussy
sits beside
the fire,
How can she be fair?
In comes the little dog,
"Pussy, are you there?
So, so,
Mistress
Pussy,
Pray, how do you do?"
"Thank
you,
thank you, little dog,
I'm very well just now."
Bobby
Shaft is
gone to sea,
With silver buckles at his knee;
When he'll come home he'll marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaft!
Bobby
Shaft is
fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermore!
Pretty Bobby Shaft!
There's
a neat
little clock,
In the schoolroom it stands,
And it points to the time
With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands ever ready
To do what is right.
"Little
maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"
"Down in the forest to milk my cow."
"Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;
When I send for thee, then come thou."
BAT, BA T
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.
Christmas
is
coming, the geese are getting fat,
Please to put a penny in an old man's hat;
If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do,
If you haven't got a ha'penny, God bless you.
Peter
White will
ne'er go right,
And would you know the reason why?
He follows his nose where'er he goes,
And that stands all awry.
Our cottage vale is deep;
The little lamb is on the green,
With woolly fleece so soft and clean—
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep,
baby,
sleep,
Down where the woodbines creep;
Be always like the lamb so mild,
A kind, and sweet, and gentle child—
Sleep, baby, sleep!
As I was
going up
Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty miss,
And she dropped me a curtsey.
Little
miss,
pretty miss,
Blessings light upon you!
If I had half a crown a day,
I'd spend it all upon you.
A LITTLE old man and I fell out;
How shall we bring this matter about?
Bring it about as well as you can;
Get you gone, you little old man.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig and away he run!
The pig was eat and Tom was beat,
And Tom went howling down the street.
Peg, Peg, with a wooden leg,
Her father was a miller;
He tossed the dumpling at her head,
And said he could not kill her.
What is
the rhyme
for porringer?
The king he had a daughter fair,
And gave the Prince of Orange her.
THE OLD WOMAN TOSSED IN A BASKET
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon;
Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
"Old
woman,
old woman, old woman," quoth I,
"Where are you going to up so high?"
"To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"
"May I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."
POOR old Robinson Crusoe!
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat
Of an old nanny goat,
I wonder why they could do so!
With a ring a ting tang,
And a ring a ting tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
Two
little dogs
sat by the fire,
Over a fender of coal-dust;
When one said to the other dog,
"If Pompey won't talk, why, I must."
On
Saturday night
Shall be all my care
To powder my locks
And curl my hair.
On Sunday morning
My love will come in,
When he will marry me
With a gold ring.
Hey
diddle
dinkety, poppety, pet.
The
merchants of
London they wear scarlet;
Silk in the collar, and gold in hem,
So merrily march the merchantmen.
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!"
Georgy
Porgy,
pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away.
TO MARKE T
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.
There
was a
little Guinea-Pig,
Who, being little, was not big;
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.
When
from a place
he ran away,
He never at that place did stay;
And while he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old.
He often
squeak'd
and sometimes vi'lent,
And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent:
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day,
as I am
certified,
He took a whim, and fairly died;
And, as I'm told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.
A nick and a nock,
A hen and a cock,
And a penny for my master.
Great A, little A,
This is pancake day;
Toss the ball high,
Throw the ball low,
Those that come after
May sing heigh-ho!
Hush-a-bye,
baby,
On the tree top,
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock;
When the
bough
breaks,
The cradle will fall,
Down tumbles baby,
Cradle, and all.
IN
marble halls
as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
Within a
fountain
crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear;
No doors
there
are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
Jack
Sprat had a
pig, who 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.
Robin-a-Bobin
Bent his bow,
Shot at a pigeon,
And killed a crow.
As I was
going to
sell my eggs,
I met a man with bandy legs;
Bandy legs and crooked toes,
I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
A Apple Pie
A was an apple pie.
B bit it.
C cut it.
D dealt it.
E eat it.
F fought for it.
G got it.
H had it.
J joined it.
K kept it.
L longed for it.
M mourned for it.
N nodded for it.
O opened it.
P peeped in it.
Q quartered it.
R ran for it.
S stole for it.
T took it.
V viewed it.
W wanted it.
X Y and Z all wished a piece of it.
Peter,
Peter,
pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.
Hush-a-bye,
baby,
Daddy is near;
Mamma is a lady,
And that's very clear.
BIRDS of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
Oh, my
pretty
cock! Oh, my handsome cock!
I pray you, do not crow before day,
And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold,
And your wings of the silver so gray.
Hush,
baby, my
dolly, I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and by;
Or perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart,
Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart.
I HAD a
little
pony
His name was Dapple-Grey,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady's hire.
Snail,
snail,
come out of your hole,
Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.
Snail, snail, put out your horns,
Here comes a thief to pull down your walls.
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 the tongue,
Remember what old nurse has sung
Of busy lady Wind!
AS little Jenny Wren
Was sitting by the shed,
She waggled with her tail,
And nodded with her head.
She
waggled with
her tail,
And nodded with her head,
As little Jenny Wren
Was sitting by the shed.
The
north wind
doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
Poor thing!
He'll
sit in a
barn,
And to keep himself warm
Will hide his head under his wing.
Poor thing!
Pussy-cat,
pussy-cat,
where have you been?
I've been up to London to look at the queen.
Pussy-cat,
pussy-cat,
what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
Dance,
little
Baby, dance up high,
Never mind, Baby, Mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little Baby, there you go;
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round;
Dance, little Baby, and Mother will sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!
They
that wash on
Friday, wash in need;
And they that wash on Saturday, oh! they're sluts indeed.
Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air;
The man in brown soon brought him down,
Dickery, dickery, dare.
This is
the house
that Jack built.
THIS is
the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is
the rat,
That ate the malt
This is
the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is
the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is
the cow
with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is
the
maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
This is
the man
all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is
the
priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
This is
the cock
that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is
the
farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
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,
So off he set with his opera hat,
Heigho! says Rowley,
And on the road he met with a rat.
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
"Pray,
Mr.
Rat, will you go with me?"
Heigho! says Rowley,
"Kind Mistress Mousey for to see!"
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
When
they reached
the door of Mousey's hall,
Heigho! says Rowley,
They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
"Pray,
Mistress Mouse, are you within?"
Heigho! says Rowley;
"Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
"Pray,
Mistress Mouse, will you give us some beer?"
Heigho! says Rowley,
"For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
"Pray,
Mr.
Frog, will you give us a song?"
Heigho! says Rowley;
"But let it be something that's not very long."
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
"Indeed,
Mistress Mouse," replied Mr. Frog,
Heigho! says Rowley,
"A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
"Since
you
have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,
Heigho! says Rowley,
"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
But while they were all a merry-making,
Heigho! says Rowley,
A cat with her kittens came tumbling in.
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
The cat she seized the rat by the crown,
Heigho! says Rowley,
The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,
Heigho! says Rowley;
He took up his hat and he wished them good-night.
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
But as
Froggy was
crossing over a brook,
Heigho! says Rowley,
A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
So there
was an
end of one, two, and three,
Heigho! says Rowley,
The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.
There
was an old
woman
Lived under a hill,
She put a mouse in a bag,
And sent it to mill;
The miller did swear
By the point of his knife,
He never took toll
Of a mouse in his life!
Little
Betty Blue
Lost her holiday shoe,
What shall little Betty do?
Buy her another
To match the other,
And then she'll walk upon two.
CUT them
on
Monday, you cut them for health;
Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;
Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;
Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;
Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;
Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;
Cut them on Sunday, and you will have ill fortune all through
the week.
Dingty,
diddledy,
my mammy's maid,
She stole oranges, I'm afraid;
Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges, I do believe.
I LOVE sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,
I love sixpence as my life;
I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it,
I took a penny home to my wife.
I love
fourpence,
a jolly, jolly fourpence,
I love fourpence as my life;
I spent two pence of it, I spent two pence of it,
And I took two pence home to my wife.
I love
nothing, a
jolly, jolly nothing,
I love nothing as my life;
I spent nothing of it, I spent nothing of it,
I took nothing home to my wife.
DIDDLEY-DIDDLEY-DUMPTY,
The cat ran up the plum-tree,
Half a crown
To fetch her down,
Diddley-diddley-dumpty.
When
little Sammy
Soapsuds
Went out to take a ride,
In looking over London Bridge,
He fell into the tide.
His
parents never
having taught
Their loving Sam to swim,
The tide soon got the mastery,
And made an end of him.
The rose
is red,
the violet blue,
The gilly flower sweet, and so are you.
These
are the
words you bade me say
For a pair of new gloves on Easter Day.
THE WIN D
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 fish's mouth;
When the wind is in the West,
Then 'tis at the very best.
THE
robin and the
red-breast,
The robin and the wren;
If ye
take from their
nest,
Ye'll never thrive again!
The
robin and the
red-breast,
The martin and the swallow;
If ye touch one of their eggs,
Bad luck will surely follow.
Every
lady in
this land
Has twenty nails upon each hand
Five and twenty on hands and feet.
All this is true, without deceit.
To tell us to rise,
And he who lies late
Will never be wise;
For
early to bed
And early to rise,
Is the way to be healthy
And wealthy and wise.
My maid
Mary she
minds the dairy,
While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn;
Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel,
Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.
The
Robin and the
Wren
Fought about the parritch-pan;
And ere the Robin got a spoon,
The Wren had ate the parritch down.
BUY me a
milking-pail,
Mother, mother."
"Betsy's gone a-milking,
Beautiful daughter."
"Sell my
father's feather-bed,
Mother, mother."
"Where will your father lie,
Beautiful daughter?"
"Put him
in
the boys' bed,
Mother, mother."
"Where will the boys lie,
Beautiful daughter?"
"Put
them in
the pigs' stye,
Mother, mother."
"Where will the pigs lie,
Beautiful daughter?"
"Put
them in
the salting-tub,
Mother, mother.
Put them in the salting-tub,
Mother, mother."
HUMPTY-DUMPTY
sat
on a wall,
Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;
Threescore
men,
and threescore more,
Cannot place Humpty-Dumpty as he was before.
What are
little
boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;
That's what little boys are made of, made of.
What are
little
girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and all things nice,
That's what little girls are made of, made of.
THERE
was a
little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead.
He shot Johnny Sprig through the middle of his wig,
And knocked it right off his head, head, head.
ON
Christmas Eve
I turned the spit,
I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;
The cock sparrow flew over the table,
The pot began to play with the ladle;
The ladle stood up like a naked man,
And vowed he'd fight the frying-pan;
The frying-pan behind the door
Said he never saw the like before;
And the kitchen clock I was going to wind
Said he never saw the like behind.
Three
wise men of
Gotham
They went to sea in a bowl;
And if the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
Take a little, and leave a little,
And do not come again;
For if you do,
I will shoot you through,
And there is an end of you.
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such craft,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
There
were two
blackbirds
Sat upon a hill,
The one named Jack,
The other named Jill.
Fly away, Jack!
Fly away, Jill!
Come again, Jack!
Come again, Jill!
A LITTLE
Cock
Sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he;
A little Cock Sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he.
A
naughty boy
came with his wee bow and arrow,
Determined to shoot this little Cock Sparrow;
A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
Determined to shoot this little Cock Sparrow.
"This
little
Cock Sparrow shall make me a stew,
And his giblets shall make me a little pie too."
"Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I won't make a stew."
So he flapped his wings and away he flew!
Dame Trot and her cat
Sat down for to chat;
The Dame sat on this
side.
And Puss sat on that.
"Puss," says the Dame,
"Can you catch a rat
Or a mouse in the dark?"
"Purr," says the cat.
IF you
are to be
a gentleman, as I suppose you be,
You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.
How do
you do,
neighbour?
Neighbour, how do you do?
Very well, I thank you.
How does Cousin Sue do?
She is very well,
And sends her love to you,
And so does Cousin Bell.
Ah! how, pray, does she do?
There
was a
little boy and a little girl,
Lived in an alley;
Says the little boy to the little girl,
"Shall I, oh, shall I?"
Says the
little
girl to the little boy,
"What shall we do?"
Says the little boy to the little girl,
"I will kiss you."
The man
in the
wilderness asked me,
How many strawberries grew in the sea?
I answered him, as I thought good,
As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
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.
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.
Old King
Cole was
a merry old soul,
He
called for his
pipe,
Every
fiddler, he
had a fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Oh, there's none so rare,
As can compare
With King Cole
And his fiddlers three!
As the days grow longer
The storms grow stronger
HARK,
hark! the
dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town;
Some in jags, and some in rags,
And some in velvet gown.
Bessy
Bell and
Mary Gray,
They were two bonny lasses;
They built their house upon the lea,
And covered it with rashes.
Bessy
kept the
garden gate,
And Mary kept the pantry:
Bessy always had to wait,
While Mary lived in plenty.
WEE
WILLIE WINKIE
runs through the town,
Up stairs and down stairs, in his nightgown,
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock:
"Are the children in their beds, for it's past eight o'clock."
Baa,
baa, black
sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I, three bags full:
One for my master, one for my dame,
But none for the little boy who cries in the lane.
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.
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 e'en now.
BUTTONS,
a
farthing a pair,
Come, who will buy them of me?
They're round and sound and pretty,
And fit for the girls of the city.
Come, who will buy them of me,
Buttons, a farthing a pair?
Here's
Sulky Sue;
What shall we do?
Turn her face to the wall
Till she comes to.
Hector
Protector
was dressed all in green;
Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.
The Queen did not like him, No more did the King;
So Hector Protector was sent back again.
THERE was an old woman had three sons,
Jerry and James and John;
Jerry was hung, James was drowned,
John was lost, and never was found;
And there was an end of her three sons,
Jerry and James and John!
THE 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,
Then whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.
Needles
and pins,
needles and pins,
When a man marries his trouble begins.
As I
walked by
myself,
And talked to myself,
Myself said unto me:
Look to thyself,
Take care of thyself,
For nobody cares for thee.
I
answered
myself,
And said to myself,
In the self-same repartee:
Look to thyself,
Or not look to thyself,
The self-same thing will be.
TIT-TAT-TOE,
My first go,
Three jolly butcher-boys
All of a row;
Stick one up,
Stick one down,
Stick one in the old man's crown.
Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
That is the way to London town.
Bow,
wow, wow,
whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's dog,
Bow, wow, wow.
Around
the green
gravel the grass grows green,
And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
And write their names with a pen and ink.
Wash me
and comb
me,
And lay me down softly,
And lay me on a bank to dry,
That I may look pretty,
When somebody comes by.
One,
two, three,
four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
But I let him go again.
Why did
you let
him go?
Because he bit my finger so.
Which finger did he bite?
The little one upon the right.
There
was a
little woman, as I've been told,
Who was not very young, nor yet very old,
Now this little woman her living got,
By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!
A
LONG-TAILED pig
and a short-tailed pig,
Or a pig without e'er a tail,
A sow pig, or a boar pig,
Or a pig with a curly tail.
He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley-meal
A
bag-pudding the
king did make,
And stuff'd it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,
The king
and
queen did eat thereof,
And noble men beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.
SOLOMON Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.
Three
blind mice,
three blind mice,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
She cut off their tails with a carving knife;
Did you ever see such a thing in your life
As three blind mice?
CROSS-PATCH,
draw
the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup, and drink it up,
Then call your neighbours in.
Yankee
Doodle
came to town,
Mounted on a pony;
He stuck a feather in his cap
And called it Maccaroni.
Yankee
Doodle
came to town,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
He stuck a feather in his cap
And called it sugar-candy.
TWINKLE , twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
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.
How your
bright
and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark!
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Boys and
girls
come out to play,
Come with a whoop, and come with a call,
Come with a good will or come not at all.
Lose
your supper
and lose your sleep,
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.
My father he left me three acres of land,
Sing ivy, sing ivy;
My father he left me three acres of land,
Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!
I
ploughed it
with a ram's horn,
Sing ivy, sing ivy;
And sowed it all over with one peppercorn,
Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!
I harrowed it with a bramble bush,
Sing ivy, sing ivy;
And reaped it with my little pen-knife,
Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!
Pussycat
Mew
jumped over a coal,
And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
Poor
Pussy's
weeping, she'll have no more milk,
Until her best petticoat's mended with silk!
GOOSEY,
goosey,
gander,
Whither dost thou wander?
Up stairs and down stairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
There I
met an
old man
That would not say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him down stairs.
THERE
was an old
man,
And he had a calf,
And that's half;
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall,
And that's all.
Ride a
cock-horse
To Banbury Cross,
To see what Tommy can buy;
A penny white loaf,
A penny white cake,
And a twopenny apple-pie.
When I
was a
bachelor, I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf,
The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
That I went up 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.
DOCTOR
FAUSTUS
was a good man,
He whipped his scholars now and then;
When he whipped them he made them dance
Out of Scotland into France,
Out of France into Spain,
And then he whipped them back again.
Polly,
put the
kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
And we'll have tea.
Sukey,
take it
off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They're all gone away.
ROBERT
BARNES ,
fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine?
"Yes, good sir, that I can,
As well as any other man;
Here's a nail, and there's a prod,
And now, good sir, your horse is shod."
Here's
A, B, and
C, D, E, F, and G,
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q,
R, S, T, and U,
W, X, Y, and Z.
And here's the child's dad
Who is sagacious and discerning,
And knows this is the fount of all learning.
MULTIPLICATION
is
vexation,
Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice drives me mad.
Over the
water,
and over the lea,
And over the water to Charley.
Charley loves good ale and wine,
And Charley loves good brandy;
And Charley loves a pretty girl,
As sweet as sugar-candy.
Over the water, and over the sea,
And over the water to Charley,
I'll have none of your nasty beef,
Nor I'll have none of your barley;
But I'll have some of your very best flour,
To make a white cake for my Charley.
There
were three
jolly Welshmen,
As I have heard say,
And they went a-hunting
All the
day they
hunted,
And nothing could they find;
But a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing with the wind.
One said
it was a
ship,
The other he said "Nay";
The third he said it was a house,
With the chimney blown away.
And all
the night
they hunted,
And nothing could they find,
But the moon a-gliding,
A-gliding with the wind.
One said
it was
the moon,
The other he said "Nay";
The third he said it was a cheese,
With half o' it cut away.
THIRTY days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Except in leap-year, when's the time
That February has twenty-nine.
I'll sing you a song,
The days are long,
The woodcock and the sparrow;
The little dog he has burned his tail,
And he must be hanged to-morrow.
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.
A PIE SAT ON A PEAR-TREE
A PIE sat on a pear-tree,
A pie sat on a pear-tree,
A pie sat on a pear-tree,
Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
Once so merrily hopped she,
Twice so merrily hopped she,
Thrice so merrily hopped she,
Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
The girl
in the
lane, that couldn't speak plain,
Cried gobble, gobble, gobble;
The man
on the
hill, that couldn't stand still,
Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a tub;
And who do you think they be?
The
butcher, the
baker,
The candlestick-maker;
Turn 'em out, knaves all three!
LITTLE
Miss
Muffet,
She sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds and whey;
There came a big spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
There
was a little
boy went into a field,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl
came out
and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.
Cock
Robin got up
early,
At the break of day,
And went to Jenny's window
To sing a roundelay.
He sang
Cock
Robin's love
To the little Jenny Wren,
And when he got unto the end,
Then he began again.
For
every evil
under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, seek till you find it;
If there be none, never mind it.
When I was a little boy,
I washed my mammy's dishes,
I put my finger in my eye,
And pulled out golden fishes.
AS I was
going
o'er Westminster Bridge,
I met with a Westminster scholar;
He pulled off his cap, an' drew off
his glove,
And wished me a very good morrow.
What is his name?
Mary had
a pretty
bird,
Feathers bright and yellow;
Slender legs—upon my word,
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest note he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary;
She often, where the cage was hung,
Sat hearing her canary.
In
April,
Come he will.
In May,
He sings all day.
In June,
He changes his tune.
In July,
He prepares to fly.
In
August,
Go he must.
A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.
Robin
and Richard
were two little men,
They did not awake till the clock struck ten;
Then up
starts
Robin, and looks at the sky;
Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high!
They
both were
ashamed, on such a fine day,
When they were wanted to make the new hay.
Do you
go before,
with bottle and bag,
I will come after on little Jack nag.
THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN
Who killed Cock Robin?
'I' said the sparrow
"With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin."
Who saw
him die?
'I' said the fly
"With my little eye,
I saw him die."
Who
caught his
blood?
'I' said the fish
"With my little dish,
I caught his blood."
Who'll
make his
shroud?
'I' said the beetle
"With my thread and needle,
I'll make his shroud."
Who'll
bear the
torch?
'I' said the linnet
"Will come in a minute,
I'll bear the torch."
Who'll
be the
clerk?
'I' said the lark
"I'll say Amen in the dark;
I'll be the clerk."
Who'll
dig his
grave?
'I' said the owl
"With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave."
Who'll
be the
parson?
'I' said the rook
"With my little book
I'll be the parson."
Who'll
be chief
mourner?
'I' said the dove
"I mourn for my love;
I'll be chief mourner."
Who'll
sing his
dirge?
'I' said the thrush
"As I sing in a bush,
I'll sing his dirge."
Who'll
carry his
coffin?
'I' said the kite
"If it be in the night,
I'll carry his coffin."
Who'll
toll the
bell?
'I' said the bull
"Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell."
The
birds of the
air
Fell sighing and sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird, fly away home,
Your house is on fire, your children have gone,
All but one, that lies under a stone;
Fly thee home, Lady-Bird, ere it be gone.
I love
you well,
my little brother,
And you are fond of me;
Let us be kind to one another,
As brothers ought to be.
You shall learn to play with me,
And learn to use my toys;
And then I think that we shall be
Two happy little boys.
There
was an old
woman called Nothing-at-all,
Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;
A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
FORTUNE-TELLING BY CHERRY-STONES
One, I
love; two,
I love;
Three, I love, I say;
Four, I love with all my heart;
Five, I cast away;
Six, he loves; seven, she loves;
Eight, both love;
Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;
Eleven, he courts; and twelve, he marries.
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Let them alone, and they'll come home,
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
And when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For still they were all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
It
happened one
day as Bo-Peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side,
She
heaved a
sigh, and wiped her eye,
And went over hill and dale, oh;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
To tack to each sheep its tail, oh!
COME let's to bed,
Says Sleepy-head;
Sit up a while, says Slow;
Put on the pan, says Greedy Nan,
Let's sup before we go.
Go to
bed first,
A golden purse;
Go to
bed second,
A golden pheasant;
Go to
bed third,
A golden bird.
Here a
little
child I stand,
Heaving up my either hand:
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all!
There
was a
butcher cut his thumb,
When it did bleed, then blood did come.
There
was a
chandler making candle,
When he them stript, he did them handle.
There
was a
cobbler clouting shoon,
When they were mended, they were done.
There
was a crow
sat on a stone,
When he was gone, then there was none.
There
was a horse
going to the mill,
When he went on, he stood not still.
There
was a
lackey ran a race,
When he ran fast, he ran apace.
There
was a
monkey climbed a tree,
When he fell down, then down fell he.
There
was a navy
went into Spain,
When it return'd, it came again.
There
was an old
woman lived under a hill,
And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
Cold and
raw the
north wind doth blow,
Bleak in a morning early;
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly.
MONDAY'S child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go ,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for its living,
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny, and blithe, and good, and gay.
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 .
Then up Jack got up, and off did trot,
As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob,
With vinegar and brown paper.
Out of the baker's shop,
The baker came out and gave him a clout,
Which made poor Charley hop.
There
was a piper
had a cow,
And he had nought to give her;
He pulled out his pipe, and played her a tune,
And bade the cow consider.
The cow
considered very well,
And gave the piper a penny,
And bade him play the other tune—
"Corn rigs are bonny."
Barber,
barber,
shave a pig,
How many hairs will make a wig?
"Four and twenty, that's enough,"
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
LONG
legs,
crooked thighs,
Little head, and no eyes.
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?
Merry
are the
bells, and merry would they ring;
Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
Waddle
goes your
gait, and hollow are your hose;
Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;
Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
Merry
have we
met, and merry have we been;
Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
NOW what do you think
Of little Jack Jingle?
Before he was married
He used to live single.
Robin,
the
Bobbin, the bouncing Ben,
He ate more meat than fourscore men;
He ate a cow, he ate a calf,
He ate a butcher and a half;
He ate a church, he ate a steeple,
He ate the priest, and all the people!
For want
of a
nail, the shoe was lost,
For want of the shoe, the horse was lost,
For want of the horse, the rider was lost,
For want of the rider, the battle was lost,
For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horse-shoe nail!
CURLY
LOCKS !
curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
Good
morrow to
you, Valentine!
Curl your locks as I do mine;
Two
before and
three behind;
Good morrow to you, Valentine!
T HE King of France went up the hill,
And ne'er went up again.
What is the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray?
They say the balloon is gone up to the moon!
Oh, who
is so
merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?
He dances and sings
To the sound of his wings,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who
is so
merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?
His nectar he sips
From a primrose's lips,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who
is so
merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?
His night is the noon,
And his sun is the moon,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
I LIKE
little
Pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I very gently will play.
Punch
and Judy
Fought for a pie,
Punch gave Judy
A knock in the eye.
Says
Punch to
Judy,
"Will you have any more?"
Says Judy to Punch,
"My eye is too sore."
AN old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence.
"What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market, and buy a little pig. "
As she was coming home she came to a stile; but 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 sha'n't get home to-night."
But the dog would not.
S HE went a little farther and she met a stick.
So she
said:
"Stick,
stick, beat dog!
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the
stick
would not.
SHE went a little farther and she met a fire.
So she
said:
"Fire,
fire,
burn stick!
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
SHE went a little farther and she met some water.
So she
said:
"Water,
water, quench fire!
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the
water
would not.
SHE went a little farther and she met an ox.
So she
said:
"Ox, ox,
drink water!
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the
ox would
not.
S HE went a little farther and she met a butcher.
So she
said:
"Butcher,
butcher,
kill ox!
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the
butcher
would not.
SHE went a little farther and she met a rope.
So she
said:
"Rope,
rope,
hang butcher!
Butcher won't kill ox;
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the
rope
would not.
SHE went a little farther and she met a rat.
So she
said:
"Rat,
rat,
gnaw rope!
Rope won't hang butcher;
Butcher won't kill ox;
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the
rat would
not.
S HE went a little farther and she met a cat.
So she
said:
"Cat,
cat,
kill rat!
Rat won't gnaw rope;
Rope won't hang butcher;
Butcher won't kill ox;
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
The cat said: "If you will get me a saucer of milk from the cow in yonder field I will kill the rat."
So the old woman went to the cow and said: "Cow, cow, will you give me a saucer of milk?" And the cow said: "If you will get me a bucket full of water from yonder brook I will give you the milk." And the old woman took the bucket to the brook; but the water all rushed out through the holes in the bottom. So she filled the holes up with stones, got the water, and took it to the cow, who at once gave her the saucer of milk. Then the old woman gave the cat the milk, and when she had lapped up the milk —
The cat
began to
kill the rat;
The rat began to gnaw the rope;
The rope began to hang the butcher;
The butcher began to kill the ox;
The ox began to drink the water;
The water began to quench the fire;
The fire began to burn the stick;
The stick began to beat the dog;
The dog began to bite the pig;
The pig jumped over the stile;
And so the old woman got home that night.
Bow-wow,
says the
dog;
Mew-mew, says the cat;
Grunt, grunt, goes the hog;
And squeak, goes the rat.
Chirp,
chirp,
says the sparrow;
Caw, caw, says the crow;
Quack, quack, says the duck;
And what cuckoos say, you know.
So, with
sparrows
and cuckoos,
With rats and with dogs,
With ducks and with crows,
With cats and with hogs,
A fine
song I
have made,
To please you, my dear;
And if it's well sung,
'T will be charming to hear.
BLESS
you, bless
you, burny bee;
Say, when will your wedding be?
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
Danty
baby diddy,
What can mammy do wid 'e,
But sit in a lap,
And give 'un a pap?
Sing danty baby diddy.
THE Dove
says,
coo, coo, what shall I do?
I can scarce maintain two.
Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,
And keep them all like gentlemen.
Pat-a-cake,
pat-a-cake,
Baker's man!
That I will master,
As fast as I can.
Pat it,
and prick
it,
And mark it with T,
And there will be enough
For Jacky and me.
There
was a man
of Thessaly,
And he was wond'rous wise,
He jump'd into a quickset hedge,
And scratched out both his eyes:
But when
he saw
his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jump'd into another hedge,
And scratch'd them back again.
Cushy cow, bonny, let down thy milk,
And I will give thee a gown of silk;
A gown of silk and a silver tee,
If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.
THERE
was an old
woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;
And tho' victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
This plaguy old woman could never keep quiet.
She went to the baker to buy her some bread,
And when she came home her old husband was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
And when she came back her old husband was well.
Tell-tale-tit,
Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in our town
Shall have a little bit.
ELIZABETH, ELSPETH, BETSY, AND BESS
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.
SING a song of sixpence,
Pockets full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
When the
pie was
opened
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
The king was in his counting-house
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
Down came a blackbird,
And snapped off her nose.
Three
children
sliding on the ice
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
O! had
these
children been at school,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
Ye
parents who
have children dear,
And eke ye that have none,
If you would have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.
Ride
away, ride
away, Johnny shall ride
And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog tied to the other;
And Johnny shall ride to see his grandmother.
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother
Goose had
a house,
'T was built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.
She had
a son
Jack,
A plain-looking lad,
He was not very good,
She sent
him to
market,
A live goose he bought;
"Here, Mother," says he,
"It will not go for nought."
Jack's
goose and
her gander
Grew very fond;
They'd both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.
Jack
found one
morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
Jack ran
to his
mother,
The news for to tell,
She called him a good boy,
And said it was well.
Jack
sold his
gold egg
To a rogue of a Jew,
Who cheated him out of
The half of his due.
Then
Jack went
a-courting
A lady so gay,
As fair as the lily,
The Jew and the Squire
Came behind his back,
And began to belabour
The sides of poor Jack.
Then old
Mother
Goose
That instant came in,
And turned her son Jack
Into famed Harlequin.
She then
with her
wand
Touched the lady so fine,
And turned her at once
The gold egg into
The sea was thrown then,—
When Jack jumped in,
And got the egg back again.
The Jew
got the
goose,
Which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once
His pockets to fill.
Jack's
mother
came in,
And caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back,
Flew up to the moon.
Dear,
dear! what
can the matter be?
Two old women got up in an apple-tree;
One came down,
And the other stayed till Satur-day.
The lion
and the
unicorn were fighting for the crown;
The lion beat the unicorn all round about the town.
Some gave them white bread, and some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
I HAVE seen you, little mouse,
Running all about the house,
Through the hole, your little eye
In the wainscot peeping sly,
Hoping soon some crumbs to steal,
To make quite a hearty meal.
Look before you venture out,
See if pussy is about,
If she's gone, you'll quickly run
To the larder for some fun,
Round about the dishes creep,
Taking into each a peep,
To choose the daintiest that's there,
Spoiling things you do not care.
I HAD a
little
nut-tree, nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;
The King of Spain's daughter came to see me,
And all was because of my little nut-tree.
I skipped over water, I danced over sea,
And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.
LITTLE
Polly
Flinders
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her ten little toes!
Her mother came and caught her,
And whipped her little daughter,
For spoiling her nice new clothes.
Brian
O'Lin had
no breeches to wear,
So he bought him a sheep-skin and made him a pair,
With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in,
"Ah, ha, that is warm!" said Brian O'Lin.
Brian
O'Lin and
his wife and wife's mother,
They all went over a bridge together;
The bridge was broken and they all fell in,
"Mischief take all!" quoth Brian O'Lin.
SEE-SAW,
Margery
Daw,
Jacky shall have a new master.
He shall have but a penny a day,
Because he can't work any faster.
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.
MY
little old man
and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 't was all about:
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow up your horn;
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep.
Little Tom Tucker sings for his supper.
What shall he eat? White bread and butter.
How will he cut it without e'er a knife?
How will he be married without e'er a wife?
OLD
woman, old
woman, shall we go a-shearing?"
Speak a little louder, sir, I'm very thick of hearing."
"Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?"
"Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly."
Up hill
and down
dale;
Butter is made in every vale;
And if that Nancy Cook
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.
Lucy
Locket
Lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher
Found it;
Nothing in it,
Nothing in it,
But the binding
Round it.
FORTUNE-TELLING BY DAISY PETALS
He loves
me, he
don't!
He'll have me, he won't!
He would
if he
could,
But he can't, so he don't!
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.
Dickory,
Dickory,
Dock!
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Dickory,
Dickory,
Dock!
One
misty, moisty
morning, when cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man clothed all in leather;
He began to compliment and I began to grin,
How do you do? how do you do? how do you do again?
I HAD a
little
husband,
No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot,
And then I bade him drum.
I bought
a little
horse,
That galloped up and down;
I bridled him, and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.
I gave
him a pair
of garters
To tie up his little hose,
And a little silk handkerchief
To wipe his little nose.
Willy
boy, Willy
boy, where are you going?
I will go with you, if that I may.
I'm going to the meadow to see them a-mowing,
I'm going to help them make the hay.
JANUARY
brings
the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February
brings
the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March
brings
breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
April
brings the
primrose sweet,
May
brings flocks
of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June
brings
tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.
Hot July
brings
cooling showers
Apricots, and gillyflowers.
August
brings the
sheaves of corn,
Warm
September
brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh
October
brings the pheasant;
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull
November
brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill
December
brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
I HAD a
little
moppet,
I put it in my pocket,
And fed it with corn and hay,
There came a proud beggar
And swore he would have her,
And stole my little moppet away.
SIMON
Brodie had
a cow;
He lost his cow and could not find her;
When he had done what man could do,
The cow came home and her tail behind her.
A
carrion crow
sat on an oak,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
Watching a tailor shape his cloak;
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow;
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
And shot his own sow quite through the heart;
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
Wife,
bring
brandy in a spoon,
For our old sow is in a swoon,
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
LITTLE Nanny Etticoat,
In a white petticoat
And a red nose;
The longer she stands
The shorter she grows.
Hot-cross
Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross
Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
If ye have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.
A-sailing on the sea;
And it was full of pretty things
For baby and for me.
There
were
sweetmeats 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,
The
captain was a
duck,
With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,
The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"
ONE, TWO .
One,
two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three,
four,
Knock at the door;
Five,
six,
Pick up sticks;
Seven,
eight,
Lay them straight;
Nine,
ten,
A good fat hen;
Eleven,
twelve,
Who will delve;
Thirteen,
fourteen,
Fifteen,
sixteen,
Maids in the kitchen;
Seventeen,
eighteen,
Maids a-waiting;
Nineteen,
twenty,
My plate's empty.
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree;
Up went Pussy cat and down went he.
Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;
Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catch me if you can."
DIDDLE
diddle
dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his breeches on,
One stocking off, and one stocking on;
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
Mary,
Mary, quite
contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells,
and cockle shells,
And pretty maids
all of a row.
JACK
JINGLE went
'prentice
To make a horse-shoe,
He wasted the iron
Till it would not do.
His master came in,
And began for to rail;
Says Jack, "the shoe's spoiled,
But 't will still make a nail."
He tried
at the
nail,
But, chancing to miss,
Says, "If it won't make a nail,
It shall yet make a hiss."
Then into the water
Threw the hot iron, smack!
"Hiss!" quoth the iron;
"I thought so," says Jack.
Little
Betty
Winkle she had a little pig.
It was a little pig, not very big;
When he was alive he lived in Clover,
But now he's dead, and that's all over.
Johnny Winkle he
Sat down and cried;
Betty Winkle she
Lay down and died;
So there was an end of one, two, and three,
Johnny Winkle he,
Betty Winkle she,
And Piggy Wiggie!
"We are three brethren out of Spain,
Come to court your daughter Jane."
"My daughter Jane she is too young;
She has no skill in a flattering tongue."
"Be she
young, or be she old,
It's for her gold she must be sold;
So fare you well, my lady gay,
"Turn
back,
turn back, thou scornful knight,
And rub thy spurs till they be bright."
"Of my spurs take you no thought,
For in this land they were not bought.
So fare you well, my lady gay,
We'll call again another day."
"Turn
back,
turn back, thou scornful knight,
And take the fairest in your sight."
"The fairest maid that I can see
Is pretty Nancy; come to me."
What
care I how
black I be?
Twenty pounds shall marry me.
If twenty won't, forty shall,
For I'm my mother's bouncing girl.
And they began to cry,
"Oh, Mother dear,
We very much fear
That we have lost our mittens!"
"Lost
your
mittens!
You naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!
No, you shall have no pie.
The
three little
kittens found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh, Mother dear,
See here, see here,
See, we have found our mittens!"
"Put on
your
mittens,
You silly kittens,
And you shall have some pie.
Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r!"
"Oh, let us have the pie!
Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r!"
The
three little
kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie;
"Oh, Mother dear,
We greatly fear
"Soiled
your
mittens!
You naughty kittens!"
Then they began to sigh,
Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow!
Then they began to sigh,
Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow!
The
three little
kittens washed their mittens,
And hung them up to dry;
"Oh, Mother dear,
Do you not hear
"Washed
your
mittens!
Oh, you're good kittens!
But I smell a rat close by.
Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow."
"We smell a rat close by,
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"
There was a lady loved a swine,
Honey, quoth she,
Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?
"Hoogh," quoth he.
I'll
build thee a
silver stye,
Honey, quoth she;
And in it thou shalt lie;
"Hoogh!" quoth he.
Pinned
with a
silver pin,
Honey, quoth she,
That thou mayst go out and in;
"Hoogh!" quoth he.
Wilt
thou now
have me,
Honey? quoth she;
"Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!" quoth he,
And went his way.
THERE
was a jolly
miller once
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!
And nobody cares for me!"
FEETIKIN,
feetikin,
When will ye gang?"
"When the nichts turn short,
And the days turn lang,
I'll toddle and gang,
Toddle and gang!"
Tom,
Tom, the
piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
But all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away".
Over the hills, and a great way off,
And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
Now Tom
with his
pipe made such a noise
That he pleased both the girls and boys,
And they stopped to hear him play
"Over the hills and far away".
Tom with
his pipe
did play with such skill
That those who heard him could never stand still;
Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
As Dolly
was
milking the cow one day,
Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round",
Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.
He met
old Dame
Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
He saw a
cross
fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
And the jack-ass's load was lightened full soon.
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell;
The reason why I cannot tell.
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.
PLEASE
to
remember
The fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy, Guy, Guy,
Stick him up on high,
Put him on the bonfire,
And there let him die.
BILLY,
Billy,
come and play,
While the sun shines bright as day."
"Yes, my
Polly, so I will,
For I love to please you still."
"Billy,
Billy, have you seen
Sam and Betsy on the green?"
"Yes, my
Poll, I saw them pass,
Skipping o'er the new-mown grass."
"Billy,
Billy, come along,
And I will sing a pretty song."
"O then,
Polly, I'll make haste,
Not one moment will I waste,
But will
come and
hear you sing,
And my fiddle I will bring."
Matthew,
Mark,
Luke, and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on!
Four corners to my bed,
Five angels there lie spread;
Two at my head,
Two at my feet,
One at my heart
My soul to keep.
Johnny
shall have
a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair.
And why
may not I
love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?
And
here's a leg
for a stocking,
And here's a foot for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.
And why
may not I
love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?
Sing,
sing! what
shall I sing?
The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.
Do, do, what shall I do?
The cat has bit it quite in two.
PETER
PIPER
picked a peck of pickled pepper,
A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,
Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?
Nancy
Dawson was
so fine
She wouldn't get up to serve the swine,
She lies in bed till eight or nine,
So its oh! poor Nancy Dawson.
And do
you ken
Nancy Dawson, honey?
The wife who sells the barley, honey?
She won't get up to feed her swine,
And do you ken Nancy Dawson, honey?
London Bridge is broken down,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
London Bridge is broken down,
With a gay lady.
How
shall we
build it up again?
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
How shall we build it up again?
With a gay lady.
Silver
and gold
will be stole away,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Silver and gold will be stole away,
Build it
up again
with iron and steel,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Build it up with iron and steel,
With a gay lady.
Iron and
steel
will bend and bow,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
With a gay lady.
Build it
up with
wood and clay,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Build it up with wood and clay,
With a gay lady.
Wood and
clay
will wash away,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay lady.
Build it
up with
stone so strong,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Huzza! 't will last for ages long,
With a gay lady.
Master I
have,
and I am his man,
Gallop a dreary dun;
Master I have, and I am his man,
And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;
With a heighty gaily gamberally,
Higgledy, piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
Gallop a dreary dun.
ROCK-A-BY,
baby,
thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.
A FARMER
went
trotting upon his gray mare,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
A raven
cried
"croak" and they all tumbled down,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
The
mischievous
raven flew laughing away,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
Upon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree,
As full of apples as may be;
The little boys of London Town,
They run with hooks and pull them down;
And then they run from hedge to hedge,
Until they come to London Bridge.
Two
Robin
Redbreasts built their nest
Within a hollow tree;
The hen sat quietly at home,
The cock sang merrily;
And all the little 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,
'Tis time you learned 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."
They never ate mustard in all their whole life;
They ate their meat without fork or knife,
The fox
jumped up
on a moonlight night;
The stars they were shining, and all things bright;
"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's a very fine night
For me to go through the town, e-ho!"
The fox
when he
came to yonder stile,
He lifted his lugs and he listened a while;
"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's but a short mile
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, e-ho!"
The gray
goose
she ran round the hay-stack;
"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "you are very fat,
You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!"
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, e-ho!"
Then the
old man
got up in his red cap,
And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;
But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,
When he
got to
the top of the hill,
He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,
For joy that he was in safety still,
And had got away through the town, e-ho!
When the
fox came
back to his den,
He had young ones both nine and ten;
"You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,
If you bring us such fine meat from the town, e-ho!"
"May I
go
with you, my pretty maid?"
"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.
"What is your father, my pretty maid?"
"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.
"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"
"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
"Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"
"Nobody asked you, sir," she said.
The
cock's on the
housetop, blowing his horn;
The bull's in the barn, a-threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadows are making of hay;
The ducks in the river are swimming away.
KING
PIPPIN built
a fine new hall,
Pastry and pie-crust were the wall;
Windows made of black pudding and white,
Slates were pancakes, you ne'er saw the like.
If all
the world
were apple-pie,
And all the water ink,
What should we do for bread and cheese?
What should we do for drink?
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.
AS I went to Bonner,
I met a pig
Without a wig,
Upon my word and honour.
WHERE
have you
been all day,
My boy Tammie?"
"I've
been
all the day
Courting of a lady gay;
But oh, she's too young
To be taken from her mammy!"
"What
work
can she do,
My boy Tammie?
Can she bake and can she brew,
My boy Tammie?"
"She can
brew and she can bake,
And she can make our wedding cake;
But oh, she's too young
To be taken from her mammy!"
"What
age
may she be?
What age may she be,
My boy Tammie?"
"Twice
two,
twice seven,
Twice ten, twice eleven;
But oh, she's too young
To be taken from her mammy!"
There
was a
little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook, and saw a little duck,
And shot it right through the head, head, head.
He
carried it
home to his old wife Joan,
And bade her a fire to make, make, make,
To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,
And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.
The
drake was
a-swimming, with his curly tail;
The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.
He let off his gun, but he fired too soon,
And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.
If
wishes were
horses, beggars would ride;
If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
Clap,
clap
handies,
Mammie's wee, wee ain;
Clap, clap handies,
Daddie's comin' hame;
Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie;
Clap, clap handies,
My wee, wee ain.
Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;
I went to Taffy's house, Taff was not at home;
Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.
I went
to Taffy's
house, Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;
I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,
I took up the beef bone and flung it at his head.
THERE
was a man,
and he had naught,
And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney pot,
And then they thought they had him.
But he
got down
on t' other side,
And then they could not find him;
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
And never looked behind him.
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.
A was an Archer, and shot at a Frog
B was a
Butcher,
and kept a Bull-dog
C was a
Captain,
all covered with Lace
E was an
Esquire,
with insolent Brow
F was a
Farmer,
and followed the Plough
G was a
Gamester,
who had but Ill Luck
H was a
Hunter,
and hunted a Buck
J was a
Joiner,
and built up a House
K was
King
William, once governed this Land
L was a
Lady, who
had a White Hand
M was a
Miser,
and hoarded up Gold
O was an
Oyster
Wench, and went about Town
P was a
Parson,
and wore a Black Gown
Q was a
Queen,
who was fond of good Flip
R was a
Robber,
and wanted a Whip
T was a
Tinker,
and mended a Pot
U was a
Usurer, a
miserable Elf
V was a
Vintner, who
drank all Himself
W was a
Watchman,
and guarded the Door
Y was a
Youth,
that did not love School
Z was a
Zany, a
silly old Fool
I SAW
three ships
come sailing by,
Sailing by, sailing by,
I saw three ships come sailing by,
On New-Year's day in the morning.
And what
do you
think was in them then,
In them then, in them then?
And what do you think was in them then,
On New-Year's day in the morning?
Three
pretty
girls were in them then,
In them then, in them then,
Three pretty girls were in them then,
On New-Year's day in the morning.
And one
could
whistle, and one could sing,
And one could play on the violin,
Such joy there was at my wedding,
On New-Year's day in the morning.
THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence beside a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
A, B, C,
tumble
down D,
The cat's in the cupboard
And can't see me.
IN a cottage in Fife
Lived a man and his wife,
Who, believe me, were comical folk;
For, to people's surprise,
They both saw with their eyes,
And their tongues moved whenever they spoke.
When
they were
asleep,
I'm told—that to keep
Their eyes open they could not contrive;
They
both walked
on their feet,
And 't was thought what they eat
Helped, with drinking, to keep them alive.
Ding,
dong, bell,
the cat is in the well!
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To try to drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed the mice in his father's barn!
LITTLE
BOBBY
SNOOKS was fond of his books,
And loved by his usher and master;
But
naughty Jack
Spry, he got a black eye,
And carries his nose in a plaster.
Six
little mice
sat down to spin,
Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.
"What are you at, my little men?"
"Making coats for gentlemen."
"Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"
"No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll bite off our heads."
"Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you spin."
"That may be so, but you don't come in."
He left me six horses to drive in my plough;
With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,
Jack sing saddle, oh,
Blowsey boys buble, oh,
Under the broom.
I sold
my six
horses and I bought me a cow,
I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how;
With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,
Jack sing saddle, oh,
Blowsey boys buble, oh,
Under the broom.
I sold
my cow,
and I bought me a calf;
I'd fain have made a fortune but lost the best half;
With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,
Jack sing saddle, oh,
Blowsey boys buble, oh,
I sold
my calf,
and I bought me a cat;
A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat;
With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,
Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys buble, oh,
Under the broom.
I sold
my cat and
bought me a mouse;
He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house;
With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,
Jack sing saddle, oh,
Blowsey boys buble, oh,
Under the broom.
THE hart
he loves
the high wood,
The hare she loves the hill;
The Knight he loves his bright sword,
The Lady—loves her will.
IF I'd as much money as I could spend,
I never would cry old chairs to mend;
Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
I never would cry old chairs to mend.
If I'd
as much
money as I could tell,
I never would cry old clothes to sell;
Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
I never would cry old clothes to sell.
See,
see! what
shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be!
Went to her cupboard,
To give her poor dog a bone;
When she
came
there
The cupboard was bare,
She went
to the
baker's
To buy him some bread,
When she came back
The dog was dead!
She went
to the
undertaker's
To buy him a coffin;
When she came back
The dog was laughing.
She took
a clean
dish
To get him some tripe;
When she came back
She went
to the
ale-house
To get him some beer;
When she came back
The dog sat in a chair.
She went to the tavern
For white wine and red;
When she came back
The dog stood on his head.
She went
to the
hatter's
To buy him a hat;
When she came back
She went
to the
barber's
To buy him a wig;
When she came back
He was dancing a jig.
She went
to the
fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
When she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat;
When she came back
She went
to the
cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
When she came back
He was reading the news.
She went
to the
sempster's
To buy him some linen;
When she came back
The dog was spinning.
She went
to the
hosier's
To buy him some hose;
When she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame
made a
curtsy,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, "Your servant,"
The dog said, "Bow-wow!"
HOW many
miles is
it to Babylon?
Threescore miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, and back again!
If your heels are nimble and light,
You may get there by candle-light.
Hickety,
pickety,
my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.
I'll
tell you a
story
About Jack a Nory—
And now my story's begun:
I'll
tell you
another,
About Jack his brother—
