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The Nursery Rhyme Book
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V. Songs
ONE misty moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,There I met an old manClothed all in leather;Clothed all in leather,With cap under his chin, —How do you do, and how do you do,And how do you do again!THE fox and his wife they had a great strife,They never eat mustard in all their whole life;They eat their meat without fork or knife,And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;The stars they were shining, and all things bright;Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine nightFor 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 mileFrom this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,Who should he see but the farmer's drake;I love you well for your master's sake,And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!The grey goose she ran round the hay-stack,Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;You'll grease my beard and ride on my backFrom this into yonder wee town, e-ho!Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,She opened the casement, and popped out her head;Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is dead,And the fox is gone through the town, oh!Then the old man got up in his red cap,And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,And ran through the town, the town, oh!When he got up to the top of the hill,He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,For joy that he was safeThrough the town, oh!When the fox came back to his den,He had young ones both nine and ten,"You're welcome home, daddy, you may go again,If you bring us such nice meatFrom the town, oh!"MY father he died, but I can't tell you how;He left me six horses to drive in my plough:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:With my, &c.I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half!With my, &c.I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:With my, &c.I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:With my, &c.SAYS t'auld man tit oak tree,Young and lusty was I when I kenn'd thee;I was young and lusty, I was fair and clear,Young and lusty was I mony a lang year;But sair fail'd am I, sair fail'd now,Sair fail'd am I sen I kenn'd thou.POLLY put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,And let's drink tea.Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,They're all gone away.LITTLE Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,And can't tell where to find them;Leave them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,And dreamt she heard them bleating;But when she awoke, she found it a joke,For they were still a-fleeting.Then up she took her little crook,Determin'd for to find them;She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.SING a song of sixpence,A bag full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked 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?The king was in his counting-houseCounting out his money;The queen was in the parlourEating bread and honey;The maid was in the gardenHanging out the clothes,There came a little blackbird,And snapt off her nose.JOHNNY shall have a new bonnet,And Johnny shall go to the fair,And Johnny shall have a blue ribbonTo 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 JohnnyAs well as another body?And here's a leg for a stocking,And here is a leg for a shoe,And he has a kiss for his daddy,And two for his mammy, I trow.And why may not I love Johnny?And why may not Johnny love me?And why may not I love Johnny,As well as another body?ELSIE MARLEY is grown so fine,She won't get up to serve the swine,But lies in bed till eight or nine,And surely she does take her time.And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey?She won't get up to serve her swine,And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?TOM he was a piper's son,He learn'd to play when he was young,But all the tunes that he could play,Was "Over the hills and far away;"Over the hills, and a great way off,And the wind will blow my top-knot off.Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,That he pleas'd both the girls and boys,And they stopp'd to hear him play"Over the hills and far away."Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,That those who heard him could never keep still;Whenever they heard they began for to dance,Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.As Dolly was milking her cow one day,Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs;He used his pipe, and she used her legs;She danced about till the eggs were all broke;She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;He took out his pipe and played them a tune,And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.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.Build it up with silver and gold,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with silver and gold,With a gay lady.Silver and gold will be stole away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Silver and gold will be stole away,With a gay lady.Build it up with iron and steel,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with iron and steel,With a gay lady.Iron and steel will bend and bow,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Iron and steel will bend and bow,With a gay lady.Build it up with wood and clay,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with wood and clay,With a gay lady.Wood and clay will wash away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Wood and clay will wash away,With a gay lady.Build it up with stone so strong,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,With a gay lady.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. 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!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,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.The tailor he shot and missed his mark,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,And shot his own sow quite through the heart;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Wife, bring brandy in a spoon,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,For our old sow is in a swoon;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.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! 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.THREE blind mice, see how they run!They all ran after the farmer's wife,Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife;Did you ever see such fools in your life?Three blind mice.YOU shall have an apple,You shall have a plum,You shall have a rattle-basket,When your dad comes home.THERE was a frog liv'd in a well,Kitty alone, Kitty alone;There was a frog liv'd in a well,Kitty alone, and I!There was a frog liv'd in a well,And a farce2 mouse in a mill;Cock me cary, Kitty alone,Kitty alone and I.This frog he would a-wooing ride,Kitty alone, &c.;This frog he would a-wooing ride,And on a snail he got astride,Cock me cary, &c.He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,Kitty alone, &c;He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,And there he did both knock and call;Cock me cary, &c.Quoth he, "Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,"Kitty alone, &c.;Quoth he, "Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,To see if thou canst fancy me;"Cock me cary, &c.Quoth she, "Answer I'll give you none,"Kitty alone, &c.;Quoth she, "Answer I'll give you none,Until my uncle Rat come home;"Cock me cary, &c.And when her uncle Rat came home,Kitty alone, &c.;And when her uncle Rat came home,"Who's been here since I've been gone?"Cock me cary, &c."Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,"Kitty alone, &c.;"Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,That's been here since you've been gone;"Cock me cary, &c.The frog he came whistling through the brook,Kitty alone, &c.The frog he came whistling through the brook,And there he met with a dainty duck,Cock me cary, &c.This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,Kitty alone, Kitty alone;This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,So there's an end of my history book.Cock me cary, Kitty alone,Kitty alone and I.THERE were two birds sat on a stone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;One flew away, and then there was one,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;The other flew after, and then there was none,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;And so the poor stone was left all alone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!"WHERE are you going, my pretty maid?""I'm going a-milking, sir," she said."May I go with you, my pretty maid?""You're kindly welcome, sir," she said."What is your father, my pretty maid?""My father's a farmer, sir," she said."Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?""Yes, if you please, kind 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.THERE was a jolly millerLived on the river Dee:He worked and sung from morn till night,No lark so blithe as he;And this the burden of his songFor ever used to be —I jump mejerrime jee!I care for nobody – no! not I,Since nobody cares for me.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.MY maid MaryShe minds her dairy,While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.Merrily run the reelAnd the little spinning-wheelWhilst I am singing and mowing my corn.UP at Piccadilly oh!The coachman takes his stand,And when he meets a pretty girl,He takes her by the hand.Whip away for ever oh!Drive away so clever oh!All the way to Bristol oh!He drives her four-in-hand."JACKY, come give me thy fiddle,If ever thou mean to thrive:""Nay; I'll not give my fiddleTo any man alive."If I should give my fiddle,They'll think that I'm gone mad,For many a joyful dayMy fiddle and I have had."I'LL sing you a song,Though not very long,Yet I think it as pretty as any.Put your hand in your purse,You'll never be worse,And give the poor singer a penny.LITTLE Polly FlindersSat among the cinders,Warming her pretty little toes.Her mother came and caught her,And whipped her little daughterFor spoiling her nice new clothes.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!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.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 HeartsCalled for the tarts,And beat the Knave full sore;The Knave of HeartsBrought back the tarts,And vowed he'd steal no more.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.DAME, get up and bake your pies,Bake your pies, bake your pies;Dame, get up and bake your piesOn Christmas Day in the morning.Dame, what makes your maidens lie,Maidens lie, maidens lie;Dame, what makes your maidens lieOn Christmas Day in the morning?Dame, what makes your ducks to die,Ducks to die, ducks to die;Dame, what makes your ducks to dieOn Christmas Day in the morning?Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,Cannot fly, cannot fly;Their wings are cut and they cannot flyOn Christmas Day in the morning.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.I saw three ships come sailing by,Come sailing by, come 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,Was in them then, was 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,Were in them then, were 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.WEE Willie Winkie runs through the town,Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,"Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?"WHEN Little Fred was called to bed,He always acted right;He kissed Mamma, and then Papa,And wished them all good night.He made no noise, like naughty boys,But gently upstairsDirectly went, when he was sent,And always said his prayers.VI. Riddles and Paradoxes
I WENT to the wood and got it;I sat me down and looked at it;The more I looked at it the less I liked it;And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.[A thorn.HICK-A-MORE, Hack-a-more,On the king's kitchen door;All the king's horses,And all the king's men,Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,Off the king's kitchen door![Sunshine.AS soft as silk, as white as milk,As bitter as gall, a thick wall,And a green coat covers me all.[A walnut.LONG legs, crooked thighs,Little head, and no eyes.[Pair of tongs.ARTHUR O'BOWER has broken his band,He comes roaring up the land; —The King of Scots, with all his power,Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower![A storm of wind.THERE was a king met a kingIn a narrow lane;Says this king to that king,"Where have you been?""Oh! I've been a huntingWith my dog and my doe.""Pray lend him to me,That I may do so.""There's the dog take the dog.""What's the dog's name?""I've told you already.""Pray tell me again."IN marble walls as white as milk,Lined with a skin as soft as silk;Within a fountain crystal clear,A golden apple doth appear.No doors there are to this stronghold.Yet things break in and steal the gold.[An egg.FLOUR of England, fruit of Spain,Met together in a shower of rain;Put in a bag tied round with a string,If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.[A plum-pudding.I HAVE a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep;She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;She climbs the mountains high, high, high;Poor little creature she has but one eye.[A star. HIGGLEDY piggledyHere we lie,Pick'd and pluck'd,And put in a pie.My first is snapping, snarling, growling,My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.Higgledy piggledyHere we lie,Pick'd and pluck'd,And put in a pie.[Currants.HUMPTY DUMPTY sate on a wall;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;Three score men and three score moreCannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.[An egg.THIRTY white horses upon a red hill,Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.[Teeth and gums.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.OLD mother Twitchett had but one eye,And a long tail which she let fly;And every time she went over a gap,She left a bit of her tail in a trap.[A needle and thread.LITTLE Nancy EtticoatIn a white petticoat,And a red rose.The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.[A candle.BLACK we are but much admired;Men seek for us till they are tired.We tire the horse, but comfort man;Tell me this riddle if you can.[Coals.THERE were three sisters in a hall;There came a knight amongst them all:Good morrow, aunt, to the one;Good morrow, aunt, to the other;Good morrow, gentlewoman, to the third;If you were my aunt,As the other two be,I would say good morrow,Then, aunts, all three.FORMED long ago, yet made to-day,Employed while others sleep;What few would like to give away,Nor any wish to keep.[A Bed.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?AS I went through the garden gap,Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.[A cherry.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?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.[One leg is a leg of mutton; two legs, a man; three legs, a stool; four legs, a dog.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.THERE was a man of Thessaly,And he was wond'rous wise;He jump'd into a quickset hedge,And scratch'd out both his eyes.But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and mainHe jump'd into another hedge,And scratch'd 'em in again.I WOULD if I cou'd,If I cou'dn't, how cou'd I?I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I?Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?Cou'd ye, cou'd ye?Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?THREE children sliding on the iceUpon 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 pennyThey had not all been drown'd.You parents all that children have,And you that have got none,If you would have them safe abroad,Pray keep them safe at home.IF all the world was apple-pie,And all the sea was ink,And all the trees were bread and cheese,What should we have for drink?PETER WHITE will ne'er go right.Would you know the reason why?He follows his nose where'er he goes,And that stands all awry.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.THE man in the wilderness asked meHow many strawberries grew in the sea.I answered him as I thought good,As many as red herrings grew in the wood.MY true love lives far from me,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.Many a rich present he sends to me,Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.He sent me a goose without a bone;He sent me a cherry without a stone.Petrum, &c.He sent me a Bible no man could read;He sent me a blanket without a thread.Petrum, &c.How could there be a goose without a bone?How could there be a cherry without a stone?Petrum, &c.How could there be a Bible no man could read?How could there be a blanket without a thread?Petrum, &c.When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.Petrum, &c.When the Bible is in the press no man it can read;When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread.Petrum, &c.I SAW a ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea;And, oh! it was all ladenWith pretty things for thee!There were comfits in the cabin,And apples in the holdThe sails were made of silk,And the masts were made of gold.The four-and-twenty sailorsThat stood between the decks,Were four-and-twenty white miceWith 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!"HERE am I, little jumping Joan.When nobody's with me,I'm always alone.O THAT I was where I would be,Then would I be where I am not!But where I am there I must be,And where I would be I cannot.TOBACCO reek! tobacco reek!When you're well, 'twill make you sick.Tobacco reek! tobacco reek!'Twill make you well when you are sick.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;This tiresome old woman could never be quiet.[Mind your punctuation.]I SAW a peacock with a fiery tail,I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,I saw an oak creep upon the ground,I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,I saw the sea brimful of ale,I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.THERE was a man and he was mad,And he jump'd into a pea-swad;3The pea-swad was over-full,So he jump'd into a roaring bull;The roaring bull was over-fat,So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;The gentleman's hat was over-fine,So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;The bottle of wine was over-dear,So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;The bottle of beer was over-thick,So he jump'd into a club-stick;The club-stick was over-narrow,So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;The wheel-barrow began to crack,So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;The hay-stack began to blaze,So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!VII. Charms and Lullabies
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.If you love me, pop and fly;If you hate me, lie and die.[Said to pips placed in the fire; a species of divination practised by children.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?MATTHEW, Mark, Luke, and John,Guard the bed that I lay on!Four corners to my bed,Four angels round my head;One to watch, one to pray,And two to bear my soul away!COME, butter, come,Come, butter, come!Peter stands at the gate,Waiting for a butter'd cake;Come, butter, come!BYE, baby bunting,Daddy's gone a hunting,To get a little hare's skinTo wrap a baby bunting in.HUSHY baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,And I'll give you some bread and some milk by-and-by;Or perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart, —Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.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 fishyWhen the boat comes in.HUSH-A-BYE, baby, on the tree top;When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;When the bough bends, the cradle will fall;Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.RABBIT, rabbit, rabbit-pie!Come, my ladies, come and buy,Else your babies they will cry.HEY, my kitten, my kitten,And hey, my kitten, my deary!Such a sweet pet as thisWas neither far nor neary.Here we go up, up, up,And here we go down, down, downy;And here we go backwards and forwards,And here we go round, round, roundy. YOUNG lambs to sell!Young lambs to sell!If I'd as much money as I can tell,I never would cry, Young lambs to sell!Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.To market, to market,To buy a plum bun;Home again, come again,Market is done.Hickup, hickup, go away!Come again another day;Hickup, hickup, when I bake,I'll give to you a butter-cake.Hickup, snicup,Rise up, right up,Three drops in the cupAre good for the hiccup.Swan swam over the sea —Swim, swan, swim,Swan swam back again,Well swam swan.
