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The Nursery Rhyme Book
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VIII. Gaffers and Gammers
THERE was an old womanLived under a hill,And if she's not goneShe lives there still.THERE was an old woman, as I've heard tell,She went to market her eggs for to sell;She went to market all on a market-day,And she fell asleep on the king's highway.There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout;He cut her petticoats all round about;He cut her petticoats up to the knees,Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.When this little woman first did wake,She began to shiver and she began to shake;She began to wonder and she began to cry,"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."Home went the little woman all in the dark;Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;He began to bark, so she began to cry,"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!""OLD woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?""Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing.""Old woman, old woman, shall I love you dearly?""Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly."THERE was an old woman toss'd up in a basketNineteen 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,"O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?""To brush the cobwebs off the sky!""Shall I go with thee?" "Ay, by-and-by."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!"THERE was an old woman of LeedsWho spent all her time in good deeds;She worked for the poorTill her fingers were sore,This pious old woman of Leeds!THERE was an old womanLived under a hill;She put a mouse in a bag,And sent it to mill.The miller declar'dBy the point of his knife,He never took tollOf a mouse in his life.THERE was an old woman who lived in a shoe;She had so many children she didn't know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread;She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.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 the three sons,Jerry, and James, and John!THERE was an old man of Tobago,Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago,Till, much to his bliss,His physician said this —"To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."THERE was an old woman of Norwich,Who lived upon nothing but porridge;Parading the town,She turned cloak into gown,This thrifty old woman of Norwich.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.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. OLD Betty BlueLost a holiday shoe,What can old Betty do?Give her anotherTo match the other,And then she may swagger in two.OLD Mother HubbardWent to the cupboardTo get her poor dog a bone;But when she came thereThe cupboard was bare,And so the poor dog had none.She went to the baker'sTo buy him some bread,But when she came backThe poor dog was dead.She went to the joiner'sTo buy him a coffin,But when she came backThe poor dog was laughing.She took a clean dishTo get him some tripe,But when she came backHe was smoking his pipe.She went to the fishmonger'sTo buy him some fish,And when she came backHe was licking the dish.She went to the ale-houseTo get him some beer,But when she came backThe dog sat in a chair.She went to the tavernFor white wine and red,But when she came backThe dog stood on his head.She went to the hatter'sTo buy him a hat,But when she came backHe was feeding the cat.She went to the barber'sTo buy him a wig,But when she came backHe was dancing a jig.She went to the fruiterer'sTo buy him some fruit,But when she came backHe was playing the flute.She went to the tailor'sTo buy him a coat,But when she came backHe was riding a goat.She went to the cobbler'sTo buy him some shoes,But when she came backHe was reading the news.She went to the sempstressTo buy him some linen,But when she came backThe dog was spinning.She went to the hosier'sTo buy him some hose,But when she came backHe was dress'd in his clothes.The dame made a curtsey,The dog made a bow;The dame said, "Your servant,"The dog said, "Bow, wow."IX. Games
THERE were three jovial Welshmen,As I have heard them say,And they would go a-huntingUpon St. David's day.All the day they hunted,And nothing could they findBut a ship a-sailing,A-sailing with the wind.One said it was a ship;The other he said nay;The third said it was a house,With the chimney blown away.And all the night they hunted,And nothing could they findBut the moon a-gliding,A-gliding with the wind.One said it was the moon;The other he said nay;The third said it was a cheese,And half o't cut away.And all the day they hunted,And nothing could they findBut a hedgehog in a bramble-bush,And that they left behind.The first said it was a hedgehog;The second he said nay;The third it was a pin-cushion,And the pins stuck in wrong way.And all the night they hunted,And nothing could they findBut a hare in a turnip field,And that they left behind.The first said it was a hare;The second he said nay;The third said it was a calf,And the cow had run away.And all the day they hunted,And nothing could they findBut an owl in a holly-tree,And that they left behind.One said it was an owl;The other he said nay;The third said 'twas an old man,And his beard growing grey.JACK, be nimble,And, Jack, be quick;And, Jack, jump overThe candlestick.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.[Children hunting bats.]BAT, bat (clap hands),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.[At the conclusion, the captive is privately asked if he will have oranges or lemons (the two leaders of the arch having previously agreed which designation shall belong to each), and he goes behind the one he may chance to name. When all are thus divided into two parties, they conclude the game by trying to pull each other beyond a certain line.]
GAY go up and gay go down,To ring the bells of London town.Bull's eyes and targets,Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.Brickbats and tiles,Say the bells of St. Giles'.Halfpence and farthings,Say the bells of St. Martin's.Oranges and lemons,Say the bells of St. Clement's.Pancakes and fritters,Say the bells of St. Peter's.Two sticks and an apple,Say the bells at Whitechapel.Old Father Baldpate,Say the slow bells at Aldgate.You owe me ten shillings,Say the bells at St. Helen's.Pokers and tongs,Say the bells at St. John's.Kettles and pans,Say the bells at St. Ann's.When will you pay me?Say the bells at Old Bailey.When I grow rich,Say the bells at Shoreditch.Pray when will that be?Say the bells of Stepney.I am sure I don't know,Says the great bell at Bow.Here comes a candle to light you to bed,And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.[Game on a child's features.]HERE sits the Lord Mayor; [Forehead.Here sit his two men; [Eyes.Here sits the cock; [Right cheek.Here sits the hen; [Left cheek.Here sit the little chickens; [Tip of nose.Here they run in, [Mouth.Chinchopper, chinchopper,Chinchopper, chin! [Chuck the chin.[Keep the thumb in motion.DANCE, Thumbkin, dance; [All the fingers in motion.Dance, ye merrymen, every one; [The thumb only moving.For Thumbkin, he can dance alone, [Ditto.Thumbkin, he can dance alone; [The first finger moving.Dance, Foreman, dance, [The whole moving.Dance, ye merrymen, every one;But, Foreman, he can dance alone,Foreman, he can dance alone.[And so on with the others, naming the second finger "Longman," the third finger "Ringman," and the fourth finger "Littleman." Littleman cannot dance alone.]
[Children stand round, and are counted one by one, by means of this rhyme. The child upon whom the last number falls is out, for "Hide and Seek," or any other game where a victim is required.]
HICKORY (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3),The mouse ran up the clock (4);The clock struck one (5);The mouse was gone (6);O(7), u(8), t(9), spells out![A game at ball.]CUCKOO, cherry-tree,Catch a bird, and give it to me;Let the tree be high or low,Let it hail, rain, or snow.[A song set to five fingers.]1. THIS pig went to market;2. This pig stayed at home;3. This pig had a bit of meat,4. And this pig had none;5. This pig said, "Wee, wee, wee!I can't find my way home."[A play with the face. The child exclaims:]RING the bell! [Giving a lock of its hair a pull.Knock at the door! [Tapping its forehead.Draw the latch! [Pulling up its nose.And walk in! [Opening its mouth and putting in its finger.[Game with the hands.]PEASE-PUDDING hot,Pease-pudding cold,Pease-pudding in the pot,Nine days old.Some like it hot,Some like it cold,Some like it in the pot,Nine days old.IS John Smith within?" —"Yes, that he is.""Can he set a shoe?" —"Ay, marry, two,Here a nail, there a nail,Tick, tack, too."1. I WENT up one pair of stairs.2. Just like me.1. I went up two pair of stairs.2. Just like me.1. I went into a room.2. Just like me.1. I looked out of a window.2. Just like me.1. And there I saw a monkey.2. Just like me.1. I AM a gold lock.2. I am a gold key.1. I am a silver lock.2. I am a silver key.1. I am a brass lock.2. I am a brass key.1. I am a lead lock.2. I am a lead key.1. I am a monk lock.2. I am a monk key!SuitorsWE are three brethren out of Spain,Come to court your daughter Jane.MotherMy daughter Jane she is too young,And has not learned her mother-tongue.SuitorsBe she young, or be she old,For her beauty she must be sold.So fare you well, my lady gay,We'll call again another day.MotherTurn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,And rub thy spurs till they be bright.SuitorsOf my spurs take you no thought,For in this town they were not bought;So fare you well, my lady gay,We'll call again another day.MotherTurn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,And take the fairest in your sight.SuitorThe fairest maid that I can see,Is pretty Nancy – come to me.Here comes your daughter safe and sound,Every pocket with a thousand pound,Every finger with a gay gold ring.Please to take your daughter in.RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse;It trots behind, and it ambles before,And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.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.[The following is a game played thus: A string of boys and girls, each holding by his predecessor's skirts, approaches two others, who with joined and elevated hands form a double arch. After the dialogue, the line passes through, and the last is caught by a sudden lowering of the arms – if possible.]
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."RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old lady upon a white horse;Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,And so she makes music wherever she goes.[A string of children, hand in hand, stand in a row. A child (a) stands in front of them, as leader; two other children (b and c) form an arch, each holding both the hands of the other.]
A. DRAW a pail of waterFor my lady's daughter.My father's a king, and my mother's a queen;My two little sisters are dress'd in green,Stamping grass and parsley,Marigold leaves and daisies.One rush, two rush,Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.[a passes by under the arch, followed by the whole string of children, the last of whom is taken captive by b and c. The verses are repeated, until all are taken.]
SEE-SAW sacradown,Which is the way to London town?One foot up and the other down,And that is the way to London town.SEE, saw, Margery DawSold her bed and lay upon straw.Was not she a dirty slut,To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!SEE, saw, Margery Daw,Little Jackey shall have a new master;Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day,Because he can't work any faster.[The following is used by schoolboys, when two are starting to run a race.]ONE to make ready,And two to prepare;Good luck to the rider,And away goes the mare.[A game on the slate.]EGGS, butter, bread,Stick, stock, stone dead!Stick him up, stick him down,Stick him in the old man's crown!WHO goes round my house this night?None but bloody Tom!Who steals all the sheep at night?None but this poor one.WHOOP, whoop, and hollow,Good dogs won't follow,Without the hare cries "Pee-wit."THIS is the way the ladies ride:Tri, tre, tre, tree,Tri, tre, tre, tree!This is the way the ladies ride:Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!This is the way the gentlemen ride:Gallop-a-trot,Gallop-a-trot!This is the way the gentlemen ride:Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!This is the way the farmers ride:Hobbledy-hoy,Hobbledy-hoy!This is the way the farmers ride:Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!HERE stands a post."Who put it there?""A better man than you:Touch it if you dare!"THERE were two blackbirdsSitting on a hill,The one nam'd Jack,The other nam'd Jill.Fly away Jack!Fly away Jill!Come again Jack!Come again Jill!X. Jingles
DEEDLE, deedle, dumpling, my son JohnWent to bed with his trousers on;One shoe off, the other shoe on,Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.COCK-a-doodle-doo!My dame has lost her shoe;My master's lost his fiddling-stick,And don't know what to do.Cock-a-doodle-doo!What is my dame to do?Till master finds his fiddling-stick,She'll dance without her shoe.Cock-a-doodle-doo!My dame has lost her shoe,And master's found his fiddling-stick;Sing doodle-doodle-doo!Cock-a-doodle-doo!My dame will dance with you,While master fiddles his fiddling-stick,For dame and doodle-doo.Cock-a-doodle-doo!Dame has lost her shoe;Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,And can't tell what to do.HEY! diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laugh'dTo see the sport,While the dish ran after the spoon.PUSSICAT, wussicat, with a white foot,When is your wedding? for I'll come to 't.The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.DING, dong, bell,Pussy's in the well!Who put her in? —Little Tommy Lin.Who pulled her out? —Dog with long snout.What a naughty boy was thatTo drown poor pussy-cat,Who never did any harm,But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.DIDDLEDY, diddledy, dumpty;The cat ran up the plum-tree.I'll lay you a crownI'll fetch you down;So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.FIDDLE-DE-DEE, fiddle-de-dee,The fly shall marry the humble-bee.They went to the church, and married was she:The fly has married the humble-bee.TO market, to market, to buy a fat pig;Home again, home again, dancing a jigRide to the market to buy a fat hog;Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.HANDY spandy, Jack-a-dandy,Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;He bought some at a grocer's shop,And out he came, hop, hop, hop.TWEEDLE-DUM and Tweedle-deeResolved to have a battleFor Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-deeHad spoiled his nice new rattle.Just then flew by a monstrous crowAs big as a tar-barrel,Which frightened both the heroes soThey quite forgot their quarrel.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!XI. Love & Matrimony
Jack and Jill went up the hillTo fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.ROSEMARY green,And lavender blue,Thyme and sweet marjoram,Hyssop and rue.BRAVE news is come to town;Brave news is carried;Brave news is come to townJemmy Dawson's married.SYLVIA, sweet as morning air,Do not drive me to despair:Long have I sighed in vain,Now I am come again:Will you be mine or no, no-a-no, —Will you be mine or no?Simon, pray leave off your suit,For of your courting you'll reap no fruit.I would rather give a crownThan be married to a clown;Go for a booby, go, no-a-no, —Go, for a booby, go.THERE was a little boy and a little girlLived 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."WHEN I was a bachelor I lived by myself,And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf;The rats and the mice did lead me such a lifeThat I went to London to get myself a wife.The streets were so broad and the lanes were so narrow,I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow;The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.BLUE eye beauty,Grey eye greedy,Black eye blackie,Brown eye brownie.AS Tommy Snooks and Bessy BrooksWere walking out one Sunday,Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,"To-morrow will be Monday."OH, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury,To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry,If you will but walk abroad with me,If you will but walk with me.Sir, I'll not accept of the keys of Canterbury,To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry;Neither will I walk abroad with thee,Neither will I talk with thee!Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb,To comb out your ringlets when I am from home,If you will but walk with me, &c.Sir, I'll not accept, &c.Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,One made in London, the other made in York,If you will but walk with me, &c.Sir, I'll not accept, &c.Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell,To ring up your maidens when you are not well,If you will but walk with me, &c.Sir, I'll not accept, &c.Oh, my man John, what can the matter be?I love the lady and the lady loves not me!Neither will she walk abroad with me,Neither will she talk with me.Oh, master dear, do not despair,The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear;And she will walk and talk with thee,And she will walk with thee!Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest,To count my gold and silver when I am gone to rest,If you will but walk abroad with me,If you will but talk with me.Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest,To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest,And I will walk abroad with thee,And I will talk with thee!JACK in the pulpit, out and in,Sold his wife for a minikin pin.JACK SPRAT could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean:And so, betwixt them both, you see,They lick'd the platter clean.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. THERE was a little man,And he woo'd a little maid,And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?I have little more to say,Than will you, yea or nay,For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."The little maid replied,Some say a little sighed,"But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?Will the love that you're so rich inMake a fire in the kitchen?Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?"UP hill and down dale,Butter is made in every vale,And if that Nancy CookIs a good girl,She shall have a spouse,And make butter anon,Before her old grandmotherGrows a young man.AS I was going up Pippen-hill,Pippen-hill was dirtyThere I met a pretty miss,And she dropt me a curtsey.Little miss, pretty miss,Blessings light upon you!If I had half-a-crown a dayI'd spend it all on you.HERE comes a lusty wooer,My a dildin, my a daldin;Here comes a lusty wooer,Lily bright and shine a'."Pray, who do you woo,My a dildin, my a daldin?Pray, who do you woo,Lily bright and shine a'?""For your fairest daughter,My a dildin, my a daldin;For your fairest daughter,Lily bright and shine a'.""Then there she is for you,My a dildin, my a daldin;Then there she is for you,Lily bright and shine a'."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 heighly gaily gamberally,Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,Gallop a dreary dun.I HAD a little husband,No bigger than my thumb;I put him in a pint pot,And there I bid him drum.I bought a little horse,That galloped up and down;I bridled him, and saddled him,And sent him out of town.I gave him some gartersTo garter up his hose,And a little handkerchiefTo wipe his pretty nose.DID you see my wife, did you see, did you see,Did you see my wife looking for me?She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it,And dimity petticoats over her knee.I DOUBT, I doubt, my fire is out;My little wife isn't at home;I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat,And I'll go fetch my little wife home.LOVE your own, kiss your own,Love your own mother, hinny,For if she was dead and gone,You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.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!GEORGEY PORGEY, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry;When the girls come out to play,Georgey Porgey runs away.THERE was a lady loved a swine:"Honey," quoth she,"Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?""Grunt," quoth he."I'll build thee a silver stye,Honey," quoth she;"And in it thou shall lie;""Grunt," quoth he."Pinned with a silver pin,Honey," quoth she,"That you may go out and in;""Grunt," quoth he."Wilt thou now have me,Honey," quoth she;"Grunt, grunt, grunt," quoth he,And went his way.WHERE have you been all the day,My boy Willy?""I've been all the dayCourting of a lady gay:But, oh! she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy.""What work can she do,My boy Willy?Can she bake and can she brew,My boy Willy?""She can brew and she can bake,And she can make our wedding-cake:But, oh! she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy.""What age may she be? What age may she be?My boy Willy?""Twice two, twice seven,Twice ten, twice eleven:But, oh! she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy."XII. Natural History
I HAD a little dog, and they called him Buff;I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff:"So take that cuff – and that's enough."BURNIE bee, burnie bee,Tell me when your wedding be?If it be to-morrow day,Take your wings and fly away.SOME little mice sat in a barn to spin;Pussy came by, and popped her head in;"Shall I come in and cut your threads off?""Oh no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off?"ALL of a row,Bend the bow,Shot at a pigeon,And killed a crow.GREY goose and gander,Waft your wings together,And carry the good king's daughterOver the one strand river.PUSSY-CAT, pussy-cat, where have you been?I've been to London to look at the queen.Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.CUCKOO, Cuckoo,What do you do?"In AprilI open my bill;In MayI sing night and day;In JuneI change my tune;In JulyAway I fly;In AugustAway I must."HICKETY, pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.THE cock doth crow,To let you know,If you be wise,'Tis time to rise.ROBERT BARNES, fellow fine,Can you shoe this horse of mine?"Yes, good sir, that I can,As well as any other man:There's a nail, and there's a prod,And now, good sir, your horse is shod."[Bird boy's song.]EAT, birds, eat, and make no waste;I lie here and make no haste:If my master chance to come,You must fly, and I must run."HIE, hie," says Anthony,"Puss in the pantry,Gnawing, gnawingA mutton mutton-bone;See now she tumbles it,See now she mumbles it,See how she tossesThe mutton mutton-bone."FOUR and twenty tailors went to kill a snail;The best man among them durst not touch her tail.She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow;Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.THE cuckoo's a fine bird:He sings as he flies;He brings us good tidings;He tells us no lies.He sucks little birds' eggsTo make his voice clear;And when he sings "Cuckoo!"The summer is near."CROAK!" said the Toad, "I'm hungry, I think;To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails.""Ho, ho!" quoth the Frog, "is that what you mean?Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream;There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,And then I shall have a good dinner like you."THERE was a piper, he'd a cow,And he'd no hay to give her;He took his pipes and played a tune:"Consider, old cow, consider!"The cow considered very well,For she gave the piper a penny,That he might play the tune again,Of "Corn rigs are bonnie."A PIE sate on a pear-tree,A pie sate on a pear-tree,A pie sate on a pear-tree.Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!Once so merrily hopp'd she,Twice so merrily hopp'd she,Thrice so merrily hopp'd she.Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!ONCE I saw a little birdCome hop, hop, hop;So I cried, "Little bird,Will you stop, stop, stop?"And was going to the window,To say, "How do you do?"But he shook his little tail,And far away he flew.THE winds they did blow;The leaves they did wag;Along came a beggar boy,And put me in his bag.He took me up to London;A lady did me buy,Put me in a silver cage,And hung me up on high,With apples by the fire,And nuts for to crack,Besides a little feather bedTo rest my little back.COCK ROBIN got up earlyAt the break of day,And went to Jenny's window,To sing a roundelay.He sang Cock Robin's loveTo the pretty Jenny Wren;And when he got unto the end,Then he began again.BETTY PRINGLE had a little pig,Not very little and not very big;When he was alive he lived in clover;But now he's dead, and that's all over.So Billy Pringle he laid down and cried,And Betty Pringle she laid down and died;So there was an end of one, two, and three:Billy Pringle he,Betty Pringle she,And the piggy wiggy.A LONG-TAIL'D pig, or a short-tail'd pig,Or a pig without e'er a tail,A sow-pig, or a boar-pig,Or a pig with a curly tail.A LITTLE cock-sparrow sat on a green tree (tris),And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he (tris);A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he.A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow (tris),Determined to shoot this little cock-sparrow (tris);A naughty, &c.Determined, &c."This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew (tris),And his giblets shall make me a little pie too" (tris);"Oh, no," said the sparrow, "I won't make a stew;"So he flapped his wings, and away he flew.LITTLE Robin Red-BreastSat upon a rail:Niddle-naddle went his head!Wiggle-waggle went his tail.DAME, what makes your ducks to die?What the pize ails 'em? what the pize ails 'em?They kick up their heels, and there they lie;What the pize ails 'em now?Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!Dame, what makes your ducks to die?What a pize ails 'em? what a pize ails 'em?Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!Dame, what ails your ducks to die?Eating o' polly-wigs, eating o' polly-wigs.Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!IN the month of February,When green leaves begin to spring,Little lambs do skip like fairies,Birds do couple, build, and sing.PUSSY cat sits by the fire;How did she come there?In walks the little dog,Says, "Pussy! are you there?""How do you do, Mistress Pussy?Mistress Pussy, how d'ye do?""I thank you kindly, little dog,I fare as well as you!"THERE was a little boy went into a barn,And lay down on some hay;An owl came out and flew about,And the little boy ran away.THE 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!"BOW, wow, wow,Whose dog art thou?"Little Tom Tinker's dog,Bow, wow, wow."LEG over leg,As the dog went to Dover;When he came to a stile,Jump he went over.I LOVE 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.[Imitated from a pigeon.]CURR dhoo, curr dhoo,Love me, and I'll love you!LADY bird, lady bird, fly away home;Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone —All but one, and her name is Ann,And she crept under the pudding-pan.PUSSY sits behind 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."LITTLE Robin-Redbreast sat upon a tree;Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran:Says little Robin-Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."Little Robin-Redbreast jump'd upon a wall;Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall;Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.MARY had a pretty birdWith feathers bright and yellow —Slender legs – upon my word —He was a pretty fellow.I HAD a little hen, the prettiest ever seen;She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean;She went to the mill to fetch me some flour;She brought it home in less than an hour;She baked me my bread, she brew'd me my ale;She sat by the fire, and told many a fine tale.HIGGLEY PIGGLEY,My black hen,She lays eggsFor gentlemen;Sometimes nine,And sometimes ten.Higgley Piggley,My black hen!COME, take up your hats, and away let us hasteTo the Butterfly's ball, and the Grasshopper's feast;The trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summoned the crew,And the revels are now only waiting for you.On the smooth-shaven grass, by the side of a wood,Beneath a broad oak which for ages had stood,See the children of earth, and the tenants of air,To an evening's amusement together repair.And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black,Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back;And there came the Gnat and the Dragon-fly too,With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.And there came the Moth, with her plumage of down,And the Hornet with jacket of yellow and brown;And with him the Wasp, his companion, did bring;But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.Then the sly little Dormouse peeped out of his hole,And led to the feast his blind cousin the Mole;And the Snail, with her horns peeping out of her shell,Came, fatigued with the distance, the length of an ell.A mushroom the table, and on it was spreadA water-dock leaf, which their table-cloth made.The viands were various, to each of their taste,And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten the feast.With steps most majestic the Snail did advance,And he promised the gazers a minuet to dance;But they all laughed so loud that he drew in his head,And went in his own little chamber to bed.Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night,Their watchman, the Glow-worm, come out with his light.So home let us hasten, while yet we can see,For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.BAH, bah, black sheep,Have you any wool?"Yes, marry, have I,Three bags full:One for my master,And one for my dame,But none for the little boyWho cries in the lane."Little boy blue, come, blow up your horn;The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn."Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?""He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.""Will you wake him?" "No, not I;For if I do, he'll be sure to cry."GOD bless the master of this house,The mistress bless also,And all the little childrenThat round the table go;And all your kin and kinsmen,That dwell both far and near;I wish you a merry Christmas,And a happy New Year.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."GOOSEY, goosey, gander,Where shall I wander?Upstairs, downstairs,And in my lady's chamber.There I meet an old manThat would not say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him downstairs.JENNY WREN fell sick,Upon a merry time;In came Robin-RedbreastAnd brought her sops and wine."Eat well of the sops, Jenny,Drink well of the wine.""Thank you, Robin, kindly,You shall be mine."Jenny she got well,And stood upon her feet,And told Robin plainlyShe loved him not a bit.Robin, being angry,Hopped upon a twig,Saying, "Out upon you. Fie upon you.Bold-faced jig."THE hart he loves the high wood,The hare she loves the hill,The knight he loves his bright sword,The lady – loves her will.I HAD a little pony,His name was Dapple-greyI lent him to a lady,To ride a mile away.She whipped him, she slashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.A FARMER went trottingUpon his grey mare;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!With his daughter behind him,So rosy and fair;Lumpety, lumpety, lump!A raven cried "Croak;"And they all tumbled down;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!The mare broke her knees,And the farmer his crown;Lumpety, lumpety, lump.The mischievous ravenFlew laughing away;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!And vowed he would serve themThe same the next day;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
