No. 6. MISTRESS MARY.music[Play Music]
No. 6. MISTRESS MARY.
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All.Mistress Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Mary(singing).With silver bells and cockle shellsAnd fair maids all in a row.All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,Do you your garden tend?Mary(singing).Whene’er it rains I take the painsTo water it, my friend.All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,What of a sunny day?Mary(singing).I open nine umbrellas fineTo keep the heat away.All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,How do your blossoms grow?Mary(singing).They bloom at night, and that’s all right,For no one sees, you know.All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,May we your garden see?Mary(singing).No, not to-day. It’s far away.Where no one knows but me.EnterHumpty Dumpty,rubbing knees and elbows,and whimpering.Humpty.Mother, I got an awful fallDown from the top of a high stone wall.My elbows and knees are all bruised. Look at that!(Shows elbow.)Mother Goose.Well, no bones can be broken because you’re too fat.Humpty.Wal, it hurt me just dretful!Mother Goose.I told you to stayOn the ground when you fell from the shed, yesterday.Now what were you up to, up there on the wall?Humpty.I warn’t up to nothin’—no mischief at all.Rock-a-bye Baby(running in).He was up to my twee, hanging on to my bough,But he couldn’t get up, he’s so fat.He b’longs on the gwound, like a big hoppytoad.Jack.Ho, ho! What a good one was that!Rock-a-bye Baby.He did look as funny as funny tould be,Hanging on by his hands to the bough of my twee,And kicking his fat legs!Jack.I bet that he did.Humpty.Keep still, can’t you, Baby? You’re such a fresh kid!Rock-a-bye Baby.Hedidlook funny, Jacky. I laughed right out loud,And Humpty got dweffully mad.He said a big swear word! He did, truly, Ma,And called me a name that was bad.Humpty.I never, Ma, honest!Rock-a-bye Baby.You did, too. You calledMe a gweat gwinning monkey, so there!And you said “By Jiminy!” when you fell down,And that was a dwefful big swear.He was twying to get in my cwadle to swing,But the bough wouldn’t hold him at all.It bwoke, with the cwadle and Humpty and me,And he got a dwefful bad fall.(All sing. Tune: No. 7.)
All.Mistress Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Mary(singing).With silver bells and cockle shellsAnd fair maids all in a row.All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,Do you your garden tend?Mary(singing).Whene’er it rains I take the painsTo water it, my friend.All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,What of a sunny day?Mary(singing).I open nine umbrellas fineTo keep the heat away.All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,How do your blossoms grow?Mary(singing).They bloom at night, and that’s all right,For no one sees, you know.All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,May we your garden see?Mary(singing).No, not to-day. It’s far away.Where no one knows but me.EnterHumpty Dumpty,rubbing knees and elbows,and whimpering.Humpty.Mother, I got an awful fallDown from the top of a high stone wall.My elbows and knees are all bruised. Look at that!(Shows elbow.)Mother Goose.Well, no bones can be broken because you’re too fat.Humpty.Wal, it hurt me just dretful!Mother Goose.I told you to stayOn the ground when you fell from the shed, yesterday.Now what were you up to, up there on the wall?Humpty.I warn’t up to nothin’—no mischief at all.Rock-a-bye Baby(running in).He was up to my twee, hanging on to my bough,But he couldn’t get up, he’s so fat.He b’longs on the gwound, like a big hoppytoad.Jack.Ho, ho! What a good one was that!Rock-a-bye Baby.He did look as funny as funny tould be,Hanging on by his hands to the bough of my twee,And kicking his fat legs!Jack.I bet that he did.Humpty.Keep still, can’t you, Baby? You’re such a fresh kid!Rock-a-bye Baby.Hedidlook funny, Jacky. I laughed right out loud,And Humpty got dweffully mad.He said a big swear word! He did, truly, Ma,And called me a name that was bad.Humpty.I never, Ma, honest!Rock-a-bye Baby.You did, too. You calledMe a gweat gwinning monkey, so there!And you said “By Jiminy!” when you fell down,And that was a dwefful big swear.He was twying to get in my cwadle to swing,But the bough wouldn’t hold him at all.It bwoke, with the cwadle and Humpty and me,And he got a dwefful bad fall.(All sing. Tune: No. 7.)
All.Mistress Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?
Mary(singing).With silver bells and cockle shellsAnd fair maids all in a row.
All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,Do you your garden tend?
Mary(singing).Whene’er it rains I take the painsTo water it, my friend.
All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,What of a sunny day?
Mary(singing).I open nine umbrellas fineTo keep the heat away.
All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,How do your blossoms grow?
Mary(singing).They bloom at night, and that’s all right,For no one sees, you know.
All(singing).Mistress Mary, quite contrary,May we your garden see?
Mary(singing).No, not to-day. It’s far away.Where no one knows but me.
EnterHumpty Dumpty,rubbing knees and elbows,and whimpering.
Humpty.Mother, I got an awful fallDown from the top of a high stone wall.My elbows and knees are all bruised. Look at that!
(Shows elbow.)
Mother Goose.Well, no bones can be broken because you’re too fat.
Humpty.Wal, it hurt me just dretful!
Mother Goose.I told you to stayOn the ground when you fell from the shed, yesterday.Now what were you up to, up there on the wall?
Humpty.I warn’t up to nothin’—no mischief at all.
Rock-a-bye Baby(running in).He was up to my twee, hanging on to my bough,But he couldn’t get up, he’s so fat.He b’longs on the gwound, like a big hoppytoad.
Jack.Ho, ho! What a good one was that!
Rock-a-bye Baby.He did look as funny as funny tould be,Hanging on by his hands to the bough of my twee,And kicking his fat legs!
Jack.I bet that he did.
Humpty.Keep still, can’t you, Baby? You’re such a fresh kid!
Rock-a-bye Baby.Hedidlook funny, Jacky. I laughed right out loud,And Humpty got dweffully mad.He said a big swear word! He did, truly, Ma,And called me a name that was bad.
Humpty.I never, Ma, honest!
Rock-a-bye Baby.You did, too. You calledMe a gweat gwinning monkey, so there!And you said “By Jiminy!” when you fell down,And that was a dwefful big swear.He was twying to get in my cwadle to swing,But the bough wouldn’t hold him at all.It bwoke, with the cwadle and Humpty and me,And he got a dwefful bad fall.
(All sing. Tune: No. 7.)
No. 7. HUMPTY DUMPTY.music[Play Music]
No. 7. HUMPTY DUMPTY.
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All.Humpty Dumpty hung from a tree,Waving slim legs gracefully.Down came the bough and the cradle and all—Dear little Humpty Dumpty set up a loud squall.Humpty.I didn’t squall, did I, Baby B.?Rock-a-bye Baby.No. He sweared, but he didn’t bawl.Humpty.“By Jiminy” ain’t a swear word.Old Woman.Well, it be n’t a nice word, boy, at all.Mother Goose.Were you hurt, Rock-a-bye Baby?Rock-a-bye Baby.No, I felled on a big feather-bed.Humpty.You fell on me. You know you did.Rock-a-bye Baby.Why yes—dat’s what I said.My Teddy was up in my cwadle with me,But he didn’t bwoke—he’s all right, you see.(Sways Teddy Bear to and fro in a cradle made of her handsand sings. Tune: No. 8.)
All.Humpty Dumpty hung from a tree,Waving slim legs gracefully.Down came the bough and the cradle and all—Dear little Humpty Dumpty set up a loud squall.Humpty.I didn’t squall, did I, Baby B.?Rock-a-bye Baby.No. He sweared, but he didn’t bawl.Humpty.“By Jiminy” ain’t a swear word.Old Woman.Well, it be n’t a nice word, boy, at all.Mother Goose.Were you hurt, Rock-a-bye Baby?Rock-a-bye Baby.No, I felled on a big feather-bed.Humpty.You fell on me. You know you did.Rock-a-bye Baby.Why yes—dat’s what I said.My Teddy was up in my cwadle with me,But he didn’t bwoke—he’s all right, you see.(Sways Teddy Bear to and fro in a cradle made of her handsand sings. Tune: No. 8.)
All.Humpty Dumpty hung from a tree,Waving slim legs gracefully.Down came the bough and the cradle and all—Dear little Humpty Dumpty set up a loud squall.
Humpty.I didn’t squall, did I, Baby B.?
Rock-a-bye Baby.No. He sweared, but he didn’t bawl.
Humpty.“By Jiminy” ain’t a swear word.
Old Woman.Well, it be n’t a nice word, boy, at all.
Mother Goose.Were you hurt, Rock-a-bye Baby?
Rock-a-bye Baby.No, I felled on a big feather-bed.
Humpty.You fell on me. You know you did.
Rock-a-bye Baby.Why yes—dat’s what I said.My Teddy was up in my cwadle with me,But he didn’t bwoke—he’s all right, you see.
(Sways Teddy Bear to and fro in a cradle made of her handsand sings. Tune: No. 8.)
No. 8. ROCK-A-BYE, TEDDY.music[Play Music]
No. 8. ROCK-A-BYE, TEDDY.
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Rock-a-bye-Baby.Wock-a-bye, Teddy, on a twee top.When the wind blows, our cwadle will wock.When Humpty Dumpty comes, we will fall.He is so heavy he’ll take twee and all.(Milk Maidcomes in.)Maid.Mother, that pesky old crumpled cowKicked over the pail again!She won’t be milked. She’s out there nowA-frolicking in the lane.Jill.A crumpled cow! What’s a crumpled cow?Maid.Well, a cow with a crumpled horn.She’s worse than Boy Blue’s cows, I avow!I wish she had never been born!I’ve petted and coaxed, but she won’t be goodAnd be properly milked, as a good cow should.Miss M.Here comes Tommy Tucker.(Tommy Tuckeris heard whistling.Maidbegins to “fix” her hair.)Georgie.Ho! See our Milk MaidPrimping up for Tom Tucker! We’re all in the shade.(EnterTommy,who sings. Tune: No. 9.)
Rock-a-bye-Baby.Wock-a-bye, Teddy, on a twee top.When the wind blows, our cwadle will wock.When Humpty Dumpty comes, we will fall.He is so heavy he’ll take twee and all.(Milk Maidcomes in.)Maid.Mother, that pesky old crumpled cowKicked over the pail again!She won’t be milked. She’s out there nowA-frolicking in the lane.Jill.A crumpled cow! What’s a crumpled cow?Maid.Well, a cow with a crumpled horn.She’s worse than Boy Blue’s cows, I avow!I wish she had never been born!I’ve petted and coaxed, but she won’t be goodAnd be properly milked, as a good cow should.Miss M.Here comes Tommy Tucker.(Tommy Tuckeris heard whistling.Maidbegins to “fix” her hair.)Georgie.Ho! See our Milk MaidPrimping up for Tom Tucker! We’re all in the shade.(EnterTommy,who sings. Tune: No. 9.)
Rock-a-bye-Baby.Wock-a-bye, Teddy, on a twee top.When the wind blows, our cwadle will wock.When Humpty Dumpty comes, we will fall.He is so heavy he’ll take twee and all.
(Milk Maidcomes in.)
Maid.Mother, that pesky old crumpled cowKicked over the pail again!She won’t be milked. She’s out there nowA-frolicking in the lane.
Jill.A crumpled cow! What’s a crumpled cow?
Maid.Well, a cow with a crumpled horn.She’s worse than Boy Blue’s cows, I avow!I wish she had never been born!I’ve petted and coaxed, but she won’t be goodAnd be properly milked, as a good cow should.
Miss M.Here comes Tommy Tucker.
(Tommy Tuckeris heard whistling.Maidbegins to “fix” her hair.)
Georgie.Ho! See our Milk MaidPrimping up for Tom Tucker! We’re all in the shade.
(EnterTommy,who sings. Tune: No. 9.)
No. 9. THE MILK MAID SONG.music[Play Music]
No. 9. THE MILK MAID SONG.
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Tommy.Where are you going, my little honey, oh,Where are you going, my pretty maid?Maid(singing).I’m going milking, kind sir, she answered him,I’m going milking, kind sir, she said.Tommy(singing).May I go with you, my little honey, oh,May I go with you, my pretty maid?Maid(singing).Yes, if you’ll milk my cow, kind sir, she answered him,Yes, if you’ll milk my cow, kind sir, she said.Tommy(singing).I’ll do so, gladly, my little honey, oh,I’ll do so, gladly, my pretty maid.Maid.She’ll kick you over, kind sir, she answered him,She’ll kick you over, kind sir, she said.Tommy(singing).Then let us wait a while, my little honey, oh,Then let us wait a while, my pretty maid.Maid(singing).There is no hurry, sir, quickly she answered him,I’ve milked her once to-night, kind sir, she said.(They sit down together on stool. Soon he finds it too closequarters, and sits on the floor by her side.)(All sing. Tune: No. 10.)
Tommy.Where are you going, my little honey, oh,Where are you going, my pretty maid?Maid(singing).I’m going milking, kind sir, she answered him,I’m going milking, kind sir, she said.Tommy(singing).May I go with you, my little honey, oh,May I go with you, my pretty maid?Maid(singing).Yes, if you’ll milk my cow, kind sir, she answered him,Yes, if you’ll milk my cow, kind sir, she said.Tommy(singing).I’ll do so, gladly, my little honey, oh,I’ll do so, gladly, my pretty maid.Maid.She’ll kick you over, kind sir, she answered him,She’ll kick you over, kind sir, she said.Tommy(singing).Then let us wait a while, my little honey, oh,Then let us wait a while, my pretty maid.Maid(singing).There is no hurry, sir, quickly she answered him,I’ve milked her once to-night, kind sir, she said.(They sit down together on stool. Soon he finds it too closequarters, and sits on the floor by her side.)(All sing. Tune: No. 10.)
Tommy.Where are you going, my little honey, oh,Where are you going, my pretty maid?
Maid(singing).I’m going milking, kind sir, she answered him,I’m going milking, kind sir, she said.
Tommy(singing).May I go with you, my little honey, oh,May I go with you, my pretty maid?
Maid(singing).Yes, if you’ll milk my cow, kind sir, she answered him,Yes, if you’ll milk my cow, kind sir, she said.
Tommy(singing).I’ll do so, gladly, my little honey, oh,I’ll do so, gladly, my pretty maid.
Maid.She’ll kick you over, kind sir, she answered him,She’ll kick you over, kind sir, she said.
Tommy(singing).Then let us wait a while, my little honey, oh,Then let us wait a while, my pretty maid.
Maid(singing).There is no hurry, sir, quickly she answered him,I’ve milked her once to-night, kind sir, she said.
(They sit down together on stool. Soon he finds it too closequarters, and sits on the floor by her side.)
(All sing. Tune: No. 10.)
No. 10. LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER.music[Play Music]
No. 10. LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER.
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All.Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper.Sing for some milk with your bread and butter.But will you get it? We don’t think you will.Her cow’s a kicker that never stands still.Tommy.I know how to fix that old crumpled-horn cow,It’s a dandy plan, you will agree.I’ll tie her hind legs to two well-planted posts,And the milk will be safe, as you see.(Willie Winkieruns in, laughing.)Willie.My, but I’ve had heaps of fun! I hid Jack Horner’s pie,Where he’ll never think of looking. I tormented Simple Si,I made sweet Cross Patch awful mad, and teased old Mother Hubbard.When next she finds old Rover, she’ll have an empty cupboard!I howled just like a hungry wolf, and scared Miss Bo Peep’s sheep,And let the bars down for Boy Blue, while he was fast asleep.I’ve just been busy all the day a-putting mischief through.I hadn’t time to dress myself, I had so much to do.Old Woman.Yes, naughty boy, and you stole my wood!I’d like to get a holt of you!Willie.Don’t you wish you could?(She tries to catch him. He dodges in and out, andGeorgiebegins to tease her babies, whichbrings her back to them.)Old Woman.Your boys, Mother Goose, air as bad as kin be.I’d wallop ’em well, if they b’longed to me.(All sing. Tune: No. 11.)
All.Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper.Sing for some milk with your bread and butter.But will you get it? We don’t think you will.Her cow’s a kicker that never stands still.Tommy.I know how to fix that old crumpled-horn cow,It’s a dandy plan, you will agree.I’ll tie her hind legs to two well-planted posts,And the milk will be safe, as you see.(Willie Winkieruns in, laughing.)Willie.My, but I’ve had heaps of fun! I hid Jack Horner’s pie,Where he’ll never think of looking. I tormented Simple Si,I made sweet Cross Patch awful mad, and teased old Mother Hubbard.When next she finds old Rover, she’ll have an empty cupboard!I howled just like a hungry wolf, and scared Miss Bo Peep’s sheep,And let the bars down for Boy Blue, while he was fast asleep.I’ve just been busy all the day a-putting mischief through.I hadn’t time to dress myself, I had so much to do.Old Woman.Yes, naughty boy, and you stole my wood!I’d like to get a holt of you!Willie.Don’t you wish you could?(She tries to catch him. He dodges in and out, andGeorgiebegins to tease her babies, whichbrings her back to them.)Old Woman.Your boys, Mother Goose, air as bad as kin be.I’d wallop ’em well, if they b’longed to me.(All sing. Tune: No. 11.)
All.Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper.Sing for some milk with your bread and butter.But will you get it? We don’t think you will.Her cow’s a kicker that never stands still.
Tommy.I know how to fix that old crumpled-horn cow,It’s a dandy plan, you will agree.I’ll tie her hind legs to two well-planted posts,And the milk will be safe, as you see.
(Willie Winkieruns in, laughing.)
Willie.My, but I’ve had heaps of fun! I hid Jack Horner’s pie,Where he’ll never think of looking. I tormented Simple Si,I made sweet Cross Patch awful mad, and teased old Mother Hubbard.When next she finds old Rover, she’ll have an empty cupboard!I howled just like a hungry wolf, and scared Miss Bo Peep’s sheep,And let the bars down for Boy Blue, while he was fast asleep.I’ve just been busy all the day a-putting mischief through.I hadn’t time to dress myself, I had so much to do.
Old Woman.Yes, naughty boy, and you stole my wood!I’d like to get a holt of you!
Willie.Don’t you wish you could?
(She tries to catch him. He dodges in and out, andGeorgiebegins to tease her babies, whichbrings her back to them.)
Old Woman.Your boys, Mother Goose, air as bad as kin be.I’d wallop ’em well, if they b’longed to me.
(All sing. Tune: No. 11.)
No. 11. WEE WILLIE WINKIE.music[Play Music]
No. 11. WEE WILLIE WINKIE.
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All.Wee Willie Winkie ran through the town,Up hill and down hill in his nightgown;Getting into mischief, fast as he could go.Naughty Willie Winkie needs whipping, we all know.Old Woman.Yes, yes, that he do! He needs it bad.I wish I’d the training of that little lad.Willie.Well, you haven’t.Old Woman.No, boy; and it’s lucky for you.Willie.And lucky for you, Old Woman, too!EnterMother Hubbard.All sing. Tune: No. 12.
All.Wee Willie Winkie ran through the town,Up hill and down hill in his nightgown;Getting into mischief, fast as he could go.Naughty Willie Winkie needs whipping, we all know.Old Woman.Yes, yes, that he do! He needs it bad.I wish I’d the training of that little lad.Willie.Well, you haven’t.Old Woman.No, boy; and it’s lucky for you.Willie.And lucky for you, Old Woman, too!EnterMother Hubbard.All sing. Tune: No. 12.
All.Wee Willie Winkie ran through the town,Up hill and down hill in his nightgown;Getting into mischief, fast as he could go.Naughty Willie Winkie needs whipping, we all know.
Old Woman.Yes, yes, that he do! He needs it bad.I wish I’d the training of that little lad.
Willie.Well, you haven’t.
Old Woman.No, boy; and it’s lucky for you.
Willie.And lucky for you, Old Woman, too!
EnterMother Hubbard.All sing. Tune: No. 12.
No. 12. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD.music[Play Music]
No. 12. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD.
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All.Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboardTo get her poor doggie some bread.When she got there, the cupboard was bare,So she ate the poor doggie instead.Mother Hubbard.I’d have to be a-starving before I’d eat old Rover,The dearest doggie in the land. He’s worth you all, twice over.Old Woman.Wal, who’d ‘a’ thunk it? That old thief!You mark my words—he’ll come to grief.Mother Hubbard.Now just hear that old critter jaw,Back-bitin’ a poor old houndWhen he ain’t here to defend himself!It’s slander, I’ll be bound.Ef I ketch her agin a-floggin’ my dog, I’ll——Old Woman.Wal, what will you do?Ef he robs my babies agin, look out!I may flog both of you.Mother Hubbard.You sassy old thing!Old Woman.Old thing yourself!You’re in your dotage now,Or you never would plague your neighborsWith a thieving cur, I vow!He et my babies’ broth all upAnd licked the kittle clean!Mother Hubbard.Wal, you might ‘a’ gin him a plateful.I wouldn’t be so mean!Jill.Go it, Old Woman, I bet on you!Mary.I bet on Old Mother Hubbard.Georgie.She doesn’t know where her dog is now.Willie.I shut him in her cupboard.Mother Hubbard.You pesky young one! He’ll eat upEvery bit of food that’s there!Willie.Oh, no, he won’t, because, you see,The cupboard was quite bare.Mother Goose.Why don’t you feed him up, yourself,So he wouldn’t want to steal?Mother Hubbard.Why, you can’t fill a hound dog up, Mother Goose,’Twould cost fifty dollars a meal.Mother Goose.Then buy a strong chain and hitch him upIf you can’t teach him to mind.Mother Hubbard.There! Nobody loves my poor old dog!I think you are very unkind.EnterBaby Bunting.Baby Bunting.I loves old Wover. Him and meTogedder went a-hunting.Mother Hubbard.He’s a nice old doggie, isn’t he?And you’re a nice Baby Bunting.Georgie.What did you hunt for, Baby B.?Willie.And did you have a gun?Baby Bunting.We hunted for some wabbits.It was a lot of fun.We catched a big wabbit for Wover,And a little bwown bunny for me.I’m a-going to keep mine always,He’s cute as he can be.Rock-a-bye Baby.Did Wover keep his bunny, too?Baby Bunting.No, he put his paw wight on it,And ate it up! He didn’t leaveEnough to make a bonnet.He ate it, bones and fur and all!He weally did, you know,And when I came away, I left himTwying to catch a cwow.(All sing. Tune: No. 13.)
All.Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboardTo get her poor doggie some bread.When she got there, the cupboard was bare,So she ate the poor doggie instead.Mother Hubbard.I’d have to be a-starving before I’d eat old Rover,The dearest doggie in the land. He’s worth you all, twice over.Old Woman.Wal, who’d ‘a’ thunk it? That old thief!You mark my words—he’ll come to grief.Mother Hubbard.Now just hear that old critter jaw,Back-bitin’ a poor old houndWhen he ain’t here to defend himself!It’s slander, I’ll be bound.Ef I ketch her agin a-floggin’ my dog, I’ll——Old Woman.Wal, what will you do?Ef he robs my babies agin, look out!I may flog both of you.Mother Hubbard.You sassy old thing!Old Woman.Old thing yourself!You’re in your dotage now,Or you never would plague your neighborsWith a thieving cur, I vow!He et my babies’ broth all upAnd licked the kittle clean!Mother Hubbard.Wal, you might ‘a’ gin him a plateful.I wouldn’t be so mean!Jill.Go it, Old Woman, I bet on you!Mary.I bet on Old Mother Hubbard.Georgie.She doesn’t know where her dog is now.Willie.I shut him in her cupboard.Mother Hubbard.You pesky young one! He’ll eat upEvery bit of food that’s there!Willie.Oh, no, he won’t, because, you see,The cupboard was quite bare.Mother Goose.Why don’t you feed him up, yourself,So he wouldn’t want to steal?Mother Hubbard.Why, you can’t fill a hound dog up, Mother Goose,’Twould cost fifty dollars a meal.Mother Goose.Then buy a strong chain and hitch him upIf you can’t teach him to mind.Mother Hubbard.There! Nobody loves my poor old dog!I think you are very unkind.EnterBaby Bunting.Baby Bunting.I loves old Wover. Him and meTogedder went a-hunting.Mother Hubbard.He’s a nice old doggie, isn’t he?And you’re a nice Baby Bunting.Georgie.What did you hunt for, Baby B.?Willie.And did you have a gun?Baby Bunting.We hunted for some wabbits.It was a lot of fun.We catched a big wabbit for Wover,And a little bwown bunny for me.I’m a-going to keep mine always,He’s cute as he can be.Rock-a-bye Baby.Did Wover keep his bunny, too?Baby Bunting.No, he put his paw wight on it,And ate it up! He didn’t leaveEnough to make a bonnet.He ate it, bones and fur and all!He weally did, you know,And when I came away, I left himTwying to catch a cwow.(All sing. Tune: No. 13.)
All.Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboardTo get her poor doggie some bread.When she got there, the cupboard was bare,So she ate the poor doggie instead.
Mother Hubbard.I’d have to be a-starving before I’d eat old Rover,The dearest doggie in the land. He’s worth you all, twice over.
Old Woman.Wal, who’d ‘a’ thunk it? That old thief!You mark my words—he’ll come to grief.
Mother Hubbard.Now just hear that old critter jaw,Back-bitin’ a poor old houndWhen he ain’t here to defend himself!It’s slander, I’ll be bound.Ef I ketch her agin a-floggin’ my dog, I’ll——
Old Woman.Wal, what will you do?Ef he robs my babies agin, look out!I may flog both of you.
Mother Hubbard.You sassy old thing!
Old Woman.Old thing yourself!You’re in your dotage now,Or you never would plague your neighborsWith a thieving cur, I vow!He et my babies’ broth all upAnd licked the kittle clean!
Mother Hubbard.Wal, you might ‘a’ gin him a plateful.I wouldn’t be so mean!
Jill.Go it, Old Woman, I bet on you!
Mary.I bet on Old Mother Hubbard.
Georgie.She doesn’t know where her dog is now.
Willie.I shut him in her cupboard.
Mother Hubbard.You pesky young one! He’ll eat upEvery bit of food that’s there!
Willie.Oh, no, he won’t, because, you see,The cupboard was quite bare.
Mother Goose.Why don’t you feed him up, yourself,So he wouldn’t want to steal?
Mother Hubbard.Why, you can’t fill a hound dog up, Mother Goose,’Twould cost fifty dollars a meal.
Mother Goose.Then buy a strong chain and hitch him upIf you can’t teach him to mind.
Mother Hubbard.There! Nobody loves my poor old dog!I think you are very unkind.
EnterBaby Bunting.
Baby Bunting.I loves old Wover. Him and meTogedder went a-hunting.
Mother Hubbard.He’s a nice old doggie, isn’t he?And you’re a nice Baby Bunting.
Georgie.What did you hunt for, Baby B.?
Willie.And did you have a gun?
Baby Bunting.We hunted for some wabbits.It was a lot of fun.We catched a big wabbit for Wover,And a little bwown bunny for me.I’m a-going to keep mine always,He’s cute as he can be.
Rock-a-bye Baby.Did Wover keep his bunny, too?
Baby Bunting.No, he put his paw wight on it,And ate it up! He didn’t leaveEnough to make a bonnet.He ate it, bones and fur and all!He weally did, you know,And when I came away, I left himTwying to catch a cwow.
(All sing. Tune: No. 13.)
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No. 13. BABY BUNTING.
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All.Little Baby Bunting,She went out a-hunting,And got a wild brown rabbit skinThat had a little bunny in.Baby Bunting.’Course it had a bunny in.It’s going to stay there, too.My bunny’s got a nice fur coat,And a nice fur bonnet, too.Rock-a-bye Baby.I wish I had a bunny!I’ve got a Teddy Bear,And you shall take him, Baby,If you’ll your bunny share.(They go, hand in hand, to one side, where they sit down onthe floor together, and exchange pets. They continueto play with them, and exchange them occasionally.)(Cross Patchruns in, evidently in a temper.)Cross Patch.Now where’s that Willie Winkie?I’ll teach him a thing or two! (She spies him.)You horrid boy!(She seizes him, and begins to shake him.Mother Goosetakes her away.)Mother Goose.Here, let him be! What has he done to you?(Cross Patch,when she can no longer reachWillie,turns furiously onMother Goose,who holds her out from her and shakes her.)Now don’t you come clawing and scratching at me,Or I’ll teach you better, this way, you see.(Takes her across knee and spanks her.Cross Patchscreams loudly,then stands with clenched fists, and stamps her feet.)Now stop that, you Cross Patch. Keep still, I say,Or you’ll get another one, right away.(All sing. Tune: No. 5.)All.Cross Patch, Cross Patch, mad as could be,Clawed and stamped and yelled, you see,’Cause of Willie Winkie’s prank,Naughty Cross Patch got a spank.Cross Patch.Yes, I always get spanked! It’s not fair, I think,To spank me instead of that mean Willie Wink!Mother Goose.Then don’t be a spitfire. Don’t claw and fight,Instead of answering me aright.Mother Hubbard.Willie is a mischievous young ’un, that’s true.What was he a-doing, Cross Patch, to you?Cross Patch.I was having a game with your dog, Mother Hubbard,And Willie just shut us both into your cupboard.Willie.Why, really now, Cross Patch, was that you there?I thought it was two ugly dogs, I declare!Cross Patch.You know I was there! You pushed me in!And I struck against something, and barked my shin!(Stoops and rubs shin, glaring atWillie.)Jill.Say, tell us, Cross Patch, did you find a thing to eat in there?Jack.Yes, tell us. Wasn’t that old cupboard absolutely bare?Cross Patch.I found a jar of jam, and Rover found a butter ball.He didn’t care for jam, it seemed, and so I ate it all.Mother Hubbard.Ate all my jam? My raspberry jam?Now, gal, that wasn’t nice.Cross Patch.Yes, ’twas real nice, Mother Hubbard,And that cake with plums and spice.Old Rover ate his half of that, and all the butter, too.Mother Hubbard.I’m glad your mother spanked you!Cross Patch.Well, spank your old dog, too!Cross Patch, yourself! That lemon pieWent well with jam and cake.Mother Hubbard.I jest hope all that stuff you etWill make your stomick ache!Cross Patch.Then Rover’ll have a pain, too.Perhaps he’ll have the colic.Baby Bunting.If doggie has a pain, Ma GooseWill give him paregoric.Willie.But how did you get out again?Cross Patch.Oh, don’t you wish you knew?But don’t you fret. I’ll pay you back.There’s a rod in pickle for you.(Simple Simoncomes slowly in, eating a large pie.)Mother Goose.Why, here comes Simple Simon with Jacky Horner’s pie!Willie.I don’t see how he found it.Simon.I found it way up high.It grew in a gombobble tree,It did, upon my word!And perched right in the middleWas a little chippy bird;An’ three old crows sat on a limbA-pickin’ at the pie.I flung a rock among ’em,And off they all did fly.Then up I flings another.“I’ll pick that fruit,” says I,And kep’ on till I hit it,And down fell that ere pie.It bruk the plate, o’ course, but thenI didn’t keer fer that,Fer I never did eat plates, you know,’N the pie was big and fat.Gombobble pie is awful good!I’m goin’ to find anotherAs soon as I’ve et this all up.It’s better’n mince pie, Mother.Mother Goose.It looks like mince pie, Si, to me.I fear it’s Jacky Horner’s.Simon.No, ’tisn’t, Ma. He always keepsHis pie around in corners.(All sing. Tune: No. 14.)
All.Little Baby Bunting,She went out a-hunting,And got a wild brown rabbit skinThat had a little bunny in.Baby Bunting.’Course it had a bunny in.It’s going to stay there, too.My bunny’s got a nice fur coat,And a nice fur bonnet, too.Rock-a-bye Baby.I wish I had a bunny!I’ve got a Teddy Bear,And you shall take him, Baby,If you’ll your bunny share.(They go, hand in hand, to one side, where they sit down onthe floor together, and exchange pets. They continueto play with them, and exchange them occasionally.)(Cross Patchruns in, evidently in a temper.)Cross Patch.Now where’s that Willie Winkie?I’ll teach him a thing or two! (She spies him.)You horrid boy!(She seizes him, and begins to shake him.Mother Goosetakes her away.)Mother Goose.Here, let him be! What has he done to you?(Cross Patch,when she can no longer reachWillie,turns furiously onMother Goose,who holds her out from her and shakes her.)Now don’t you come clawing and scratching at me,Or I’ll teach you better, this way, you see.(Takes her across knee and spanks her.Cross Patchscreams loudly,then stands with clenched fists, and stamps her feet.)Now stop that, you Cross Patch. Keep still, I say,Or you’ll get another one, right away.(All sing. Tune: No. 5.)All.Cross Patch, Cross Patch, mad as could be,Clawed and stamped and yelled, you see,’Cause of Willie Winkie’s prank,Naughty Cross Patch got a spank.Cross Patch.Yes, I always get spanked! It’s not fair, I think,To spank me instead of that mean Willie Wink!Mother Goose.Then don’t be a spitfire. Don’t claw and fight,Instead of answering me aright.Mother Hubbard.Willie is a mischievous young ’un, that’s true.What was he a-doing, Cross Patch, to you?Cross Patch.I was having a game with your dog, Mother Hubbard,And Willie just shut us both into your cupboard.Willie.Why, really now, Cross Patch, was that you there?I thought it was two ugly dogs, I declare!Cross Patch.You know I was there! You pushed me in!And I struck against something, and barked my shin!(Stoops and rubs shin, glaring atWillie.)Jill.Say, tell us, Cross Patch, did you find a thing to eat in there?Jack.Yes, tell us. Wasn’t that old cupboard absolutely bare?Cross Patch.I found a jar of jam, and Rover found a butter ball.He didn’t care for jam, it seemed, and so I ate it all.Mother Hubbard.Ate all my jam? My raspberry jam?Now, gal, that wasn’t nice.Cross Patch.Yes, ’twas real nice, Mother Hubbard,And that cake with plums and spice.Old Rover ate his half of that, and all the butter, too.Mother Hubbard.I’m glad your mother spanked you!Cross Patch.Well, spank your old dog, too!Cross Patch, yourself! That lemon pieWent well with jam and cake.Mother Hubbard.I jest hope all that stuff you etWill make your stomick ache!Cross Patch.Then Rover’ll have a pain, too.Perhaps he’ll have the colic.Baby Bunting.If doggie has a pain, Ma GooseWill give him paregoric.Willie.But how did you get out again?Cross Patch.Oh, don’t you wish you knew?But don’t you fret. I’ll pay you back.There’s a rod in pickle for you.(Simple Simoncomes slowly in, eating a large pie.)Mother Goose.Why, here comes Simple Simon with Jacky Horner’s pie!Willie.I don’t see how he found it.Simon.I found it way up high.It grew in a gombobble tree,It did, upon my word!And perched right in the middleWas a little chippy bird;An’ three old crows sat on a limbA-pickin’ at the pie.I flung a rock among ’em,And off they all did fly.Then up I flings another.“I’ll pick that fruit,” says I,And kep’ on till I hit it,And down fell that ere pie.It bruk the plate, o’ course, but thenI didn’t keer fer that,Fer I never did eat plates, you know,’N the pie was big and fat.Gombobble pie is awful good!I’m goin’ to find anotherAs soon as I’ve et this all up.It’s better’n mince pie, Mother.Mother Goose.It looks like mince pie, Si, to me.I fear it’s Jacky Horner’s.Simon.No, ’tisn’t, Ma. He always keepsHis pie around in corners.(All sing. Tune: No. 14.)
All.Little Baby Bunting,She went out a-hunting,And got a wild brown rabbit skinThat had a little bunny in.
Baby Bunting.’Course it had a bunny in.It’s going to stay there, too.My bunny’s got a nice fur coat,And a nice fur bonnet, too.
Rock-a-bye Baby.I wish I had a bunny!I’ve got a Teddy Bear,And you shall take him, Baby,If you’ll your bunny share.
(They go, hand in hand, to one side, where they sit down onthe floor together, and exchange pets. They continueto play with them, and exchange them occasionally.)
(Cross Patchruns in, evidently in a temper.)
Cross Patch.Now where’s that Willie Winkie?I’ll teach him a thing or two! (She spies him.)You horrid boy!
(She seizes him, and begins to shake him.Mother Goosetakes her away.)
Mother Goose.Here, let him be! What has he done to you?
(Cross Patch,when she can no longer reachWillie,turns furiously onMother Goose,who holds her out from her and shakes her.)
Now don’t you come clawing and scratching at me,Or I’ll teach you better, this way, you see.
(Takes her across knee and spanks her.Cross Patchscreams loudly,then stands with clenched fists, and stamps her feet.)
Now stop that, you Cross Patch. Keep still, I say,Or you’ll get another one, right away.
(All sing. Tune: No. 5.)
All.Cross Patch, Cross Patch, mad as could be,Clawed and stamped and yelled, you see,’Cause of Willie Winkie’s prank,Naughty Cross Patch got a spank.
Cross Patch.Yes, I always get spanked! It’s not fair, I think,To spank me instead of that mean Willie Wink!
Mother Goose.Then don’t be a spitfire. Don’t claw and fight,Instead of answering me aright.
Mother Hubbard.Willie is a mischievous young ’un, that’s true.What was he a-doing, Cross Patch, to you?
Cross Patch.I was having a game with your dog, Mother Hubbard,And Willie just shut us both into your cupboard.
Willie.Why, really now, Cross Patch, was that you there?I thought it was two ugly dogs, I declare!
Cross Patch.You know I was there! You pushed me in!And I struck against something, and barked my shin!
(Stoops and rubs shin, glaring atWillie.)
Jill.Say, tell us, Cross Patch, did you find a thing to eat in there?
Jack.Yes, tell us. Wasn’t that old cupboard absolutely bare?
Cross Patch.I found a jar of jam, and Rover found a butter ball.He didn’t care for jam, it seemed, and so I ate it all.
Mother Hubbard.Ate all my jam? My raspberry jam?Now, gal, that wasn’t nice.
Cross Patch.Yes, ’twas real nice, Mother Hubbard,And that cake with plums and spice.Old Rover ate his half of that, and all the butter, too.
Mother Hubbard.I’m glad your mother spanked you!
Cross Patch.Well, spank your old dog, too!Cross Patch, yourself! That lemon pieWent well with jam and cake.
Mother Hubbard.I jest hope all that stuff you etWill make your stomick ache!
Cross Patch.Then Rover’ll have a pain, too.Perhaps he’ll have the colic.
Baby Bunting.If doggie has a pain, Ma GooseWill give him paregoric.
Willie.But how did you get out again?
Cross Patch.Oh, don’t you wish you knew?But don’t you fret. I’ll pay you back.There’s a rod in pickle for you.
(Simple Simoncomes slowly in, eating a large pie.)
Mother Goose.Why, here comes Simple Simon with Jacky Horner’s pie!
Willie.I don’t see how he found it.
Simon.I found it way up high.It grew in a gombobble tree,It did, upon my word!And perched right in the middleWas a little chippy bird;An’ three old crows sat on a limbA-pickin’ at the pie.I flung a rock among ’em,And off they all did fly.Then up I flings another.“I’ll pick that fruit,” says I,And kep’ on till I hit it,And down fell that ere pie.It bruk the plate, o’ course, but thenI didn’t keer fer that,Fer I never did eat plates, you know,’N the pie was big and fat.Gombobble pie is awful good!I’m goin’ to find anotherAs soon as I’ve et this all up.It’s better’n mince pie, Mother.
Mother Goose.It looks like mince pie, Si, to me.I fear it’s Jacky Horner’s.
Simon.No, ’tisn’t, Ma. He always keepsHis pie around in corners.
(All sing. Tune: No. 14.)
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No. 14. SIMPLE SIMON.
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All.Simple Si, he found a pieA-growing in a tree,And robbed the bird. Upon my wordA robber fierce is he.Simon.You bet I be when pie’s around.A better pie I never found.Of all the dandy pies, says I,The best of all’s gombobble pie.Mother Goose.’Twas funny how that pie got there!Simon.It grew there, Ma.Mother Hubbard.Wal, I declare,I wish I could find sech a tree!Old Rover’d wag his tail with glee.Mother Goose.There’s a mystery somewhere. Willie Wink,You’re at the bottom of this, I think.Willie.No, Ma. I never saw a pieA-growing in a tree-top high.Mother Goose.Who put it there, I know quite well.Simon.P’raps the little bird could tell,Or one of them old big black crows.Willie.Perhaps it’s crow pie, Si, who knows?Simon.I knows it’s good as good can be,And that is quite enough fer me.Jill.Give us a bite, Si?Simon.No, sirree!This pie ain’t quite enough fer me.Go hunt fer one, like I did, Jill,On a gombobble tree.Jill(contemptuously).I guess I will!Here comes Jacky Horner, now,And he looks real mad.Willie.There’ll be a row.Jack Horner.Well, of all the cheek! Say, Simple Si,Where in the world did you find my pie?Simon.This be n’t your pie. It b’longs to me.It growed on a gombobble tree.Jack Horner.A gombobble tree! There’s no such thing!And pies don’t grow on trees.Simon.This here pie did. So, Master Jack,It’s not yours, if you please.Jack Horner.I’ve hunted for mine through field and wood,My rich mince pie, so plummy and good!And that, Simple Simon, looks like my pie.Simon.But this is a gombobble pie, says I.Jack Horner.A “gone gobble” pie, you mean, I guess!I’m going to taste and see.Here, give me a bite and I can tellIf it belongs to me.(Simonbacks away.Jack Hornergrabs at the pie,and gets a piece, which he tastes.)It is! I knew it all the time.You give it here, now, Si!(He makes a sudden dive atSimon,and captures the pie.)Simon.Ma, make him gin it back to I,He’s eating my gombobble pie!Mother Goose(capturing the pie, althoughJackmanages to get a good bite first).I’ll keep the pie till we find outJust which does own the pie.Now, Jack, I’ll hear your story. (Simontries to speak.)No, not now, Simple Si.I know just how you found it,But what I want to knowIs just how Jacky lost his.Jack Horner.It is my pie, I know.I was sitting in a corner,A-sticking in my thumb,When along came Willie Winkie,Just as I found a plum.He said there was a bushfulBeneath a big pine tree;So I hid it in some waving fernsJust while I went to see.The bush was full of leaves, Ma!He laughed and ran away.I chased him out into the woodsAnd there I lost my way.And when I did get back again,My pie had vanished, quite.Do give it to me, Mother,I’ve only had one bite!Mother Goose.’Tis plain that Willie WinkieHid it up in the tree.And so it’s really Jacky’s.Simon(crying).That pie belongs to me.Oh, dear, I wants my pie, I does!I likes gombobble pie.Jack Horner.You’ve had a lot already,You greedy Simple Si.(WhileMother Goosehas been holding the pie,her hands behind her, the other children havestolen up, and taken bits, till, when she holds itout toJack Horner,but very little remains.)Mother Goose.Here, Jacky Horner, take your pie.Why, what’s become of it? (Other children laugh.)Jack Horner.There now! Of all my lovely pie,There’s only left a bit!Simon.Well, ’twasn’t your gombobble pie, anyway,And I’m glad you lost it, that’s what I say.Jack Horner.’Twas mince!Simon.’Twas gombobble!(Jillsneaks up, and gets a bit.)Jack Horner.Stop, Jill, I say!I’ll eat the rest of it, anyway.(Goes over into corner, sits down and finishes pie.)(All sing. Tune: No. 15.)
All.Simple Si, he found a pieA-growing in a tree,And robbed the bird. Upon my wordA robber fierce is he.Simon.You bet I be when pie’s around.A better pie I never found.Of all the dandy pies, says I,The best of all’s gombobble pie.Mother Goose.’Twas funny how that pie got there!Simon.It grew there, Ma.Mother Hubbard.Wal, I declare,I wish I could find sech a tree!Old Rover’d wag his tail with glee.Mother Goose.There’s a mystery somewhere. Willie Wink,You’re at the bottom of this, I think.Willie.No, Ma. I never saw a pieA-growing in a tree-top high.Mother Goose.Who put it there, I know quite well.Simon.P’raps the little bird could tell,Or one of them old big black crows.Willie.Perhaps it’s crow pie, Si, who knows?Simon.I knows it’s good as good can be,And that is quite enough fer me.Jill.Give us a bite, Si?Simon.No, sirree!This pie ain’t quite enough fer me.Go hunt fer one, like I did, Jill,On a gombobble tree.Jill(contemptuously).I guess I will!Here comes Jacky Horner, now,And he looks real mad.Willie.There’ll be a row.Jack Horner.Well, of all the cheek! Say, Simple Si,Where in the world did you find my pie?Simon.This be n’t your pie. It b’longs to me.It growed on a gombobble tree.Jack Horner.A gombobble tree! There’s no such thing!And pies don’t grow on trees.Simon.This here pie did. So, Master Jack,It’s not yours, if you please.Jack Horner.I’ve hunted for mine through field and wood,My rich mince pie, so plummy and good!And that, Simple Simon, looks like my pie.Simon.But this is a gombobble pie, says I.Jack Horner.A “gone gobble” pie, you mean, I guess!I’m going to taste and see.Here, give me a bite and I can tellIf it belongs to me.(Simonbacks away.Jack Hornergrabs at the pie,and gets a piece, which he tastes.)It is! I knew it all the time.You give it here, now, Si!(He makes a sudden dive atSimon,and captures the pie.)Simon.Ma, make him gin it back to I,He’s eating my gombobble pie!Mother Goose(capturing the pie, althoughJackmanages to get a good bite first).I’ll keep the pie till we find outJust which does own the pie.Now, Jack, I’ll hear your story. (Simontries to speak.)No, not now, Simple Si.I know just how you found it,But what I want to knowIs just how Jacky lost his.Jack Horner.It is my pie, I know.I was sitting in a corner,A-sticking in my thumb,When along came Willie Winkie,Just as I found a plum.He said there was a bushfulBeneath a big pine tree;So I hid it in some waving fernsJust while I went to see.The bush was full of leaves, Ma!He laughed and ran away.I chased him out into the woodsAnd there I lost my way.And when I did get back again,My pie had vanished, quite.Do give it to me, Mother,I’ve only had one bite!Mother Goose.’Tis plain that Willie WinkieHid it up in the tree.And so it’s really Jacky’s.Simon(crying).That pie belongs to me.Oh, dear, I wants my pie, I does!I likes gombobble pie.Jack Horner.You’ve had a lot already,You greedy Simple Si.(WhileMother Goosehas been holding the pie,her hands behind her, the other children havestolen up, and taken bits, till, when she holds itout toJack Horner,but very little remains.)Mother Goose.Here, Jacky Horner, take your pie.Why, what’s become of it? (Other children laugh.)Jack Horner.There now! Of all my lovely pie,There’s only left a bit!Simon.Well, ’twasn’t your gombobble pie, anyway,And I’m glad you lost it, that’s what I say.Jack Horner.’Twas mince!Simon.’Twas gombobble!(Jillsneaks up, and gets a bit.)Jack Horner.Stop, Jill, I say!I’ll eat the rest of it, anyway.(Goes over into corner, sits down and finishes pie.)(All sing. Tune: No. 15.)
All.Simple Si, he found a pieA-growing in a tree,And robbed the bird. Upon my wordA robber fierce is he.
Simon.You bet I be when pie’s around.A better pie I never found.Of all the dandy pies, says I,The best of all’s gombobble pie.
Mother Goose.’Twas funny how that pie got there!
Simon.It grew there, Ma.
Mother Hubbard.Wal, I declare,I wish I could find sech a tree!Old Rover’d wag his tail with glee.
Mother Goose.There’s a mystery somewhere. Willie Wink,You’re at the bottom of this, I think.
Willie.No, Ma. I never saw a pieA-growing in a tree-top high.
Mother Goose.Who put it there, I know quite well.
Simon.P’raps the little bird could tell,Or one of them old big black crows.
Willie.Perhaps it’s crow pie, Si, who knows?
Simon.I knows it’s good as good can be,And that is quite enough fer me.
Jill.Give us a bite, Si?
Simon.No, sirree!This pie ain’t quite enough fer me.Go hunt fer one, like I did, Jill,On a gombobble tree.
Jill(contemptuously).I guess I will!Here comes Jacky Horner, now,And he looks real mad.
Willie.There’ll be a row.
Jack Horner.Well, of all the cheek! Say, Simple Si,Where in the world did you find my pie?
Simon.This be n’t your pie. It b’longs to me.It growed on a gombobble tree.
Jack Horner.A gombobble tree! There’s no such thing!And pies don’t grow on trees.
Simon.This here pie did. So, Master Jack,It’s not yours, if you please.
Jack Horner.I’ve hunted for mine through field and wood,My rich mince pie, so plummy and good!And that, Simple Simon, looks like my pie.
Simon.But this is a gombobble pie, says I.
Jack Horner.A “gone gobble” pie, you mean, I guess!I’m going to taste and see.Here, give me a bite and I can tellIf it belongs to me.
(Simonbacks away.Jack Hornergrabs at the pie,and gets a piece, which he tastes.)
It is! I knew it all the time.You give it here, now, Si!
(He makes a sudden dive atSimon,and captures the pie.)
Simon.Ma, make him gin it back to I,He’s eating my gombobble pie!
Mother Goose(capturing the pie, althoughJackmanages to get a good bite first).I’ll keep the pie till we find outJust which does own the pie.Now, Jack, I’ll hear your story. (Simontries to speak.)No, not now, Simple Si.I know just how you found it,But what I want to knowIs just how Jacky lost his.
Jack Horner.It is my pie, I know.I was sitting in a corner,A-sticking in my thumb,When along came Willie Winkie,Just as I found a plum.He said there was a bushfulBeneath a big pine tree;So I hid it in some waving fernsJust while I went to see.The bush was full of leaves, Ma!He laughed and ran away.I chased him out into the woodsAnd there I lost my way.And when I did get back again,My pie had vanished, quite.Do give it to me, Mother,I’ve only had one bite!
Mother Goose.’Tis plain that Willie WinkieHid it up in the tree.And so it’s really Jacky’s.
Simon(crying).That pie belongs to me.Oh, dear, I wants my pie, I does!I likes gombobble pie.
Jack Horner.You’ve had a lot already,You greedy Simple Si.
(WhileMother Goosehas been holding the pie,her hands behind her, the other children havestolen up, and taken bits, till, when she holds itout toJack Horner,but very little remains.)
Mother Goose.Here, Jacky Horner, take your pie.Why, what’s become of it? (Other children laugh.)
Jack Horner.There now! Of all my lovely pie,There’s only left a bit!
Simon.Well, ’twasn’t your gombobble pie, anyway,And I’m glad you lost it, that’s what I say.
Jack Horner.’Twas mince!
Simon.’Twas gombobble!
(Jillsneaks up, and gets a bit.)
Jack Horner.Stop, Jill, I say!I’ll eat the rest of it, anyway.
(Goes over into corner, sits down and finishes pie.)
(All sing. Tune: No. 15.)
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No. 15. LITTLE JACK HORNER.
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All.Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,Eating gombobble pie.Wee Willie Wink’s a cute one, we think,And so is our dear Simple Si.(Bo Peepcomes in, shading her eyes, andcalling “Co’nanny, co’nanny!”)Bo Peep.Mother, there’s wolves around here!I heard one howl, I did,And so did my sheep. They were scared to death,And all ran away and hid.I’ve hunted and hunted, and called and called,And all I’ve found, alas!Is just their tails, spread out as ifTo bleach upon the grass.I fear the wolf has got them all!Willie.Ho! Wouldn’t you like to knowThat I was the wolf that scared your sheep,And you, Bo Peep, also?Bo Peep.And did you cut their tails off?Willie.Those weren’t real tails you found.Did you pick them up?Bo Peep.No, I left them thereAll spread out on the ground.Willie.They were only cotton batting.I put ’em there for fun.Your sheep all had their tails on fast,When they went off on the run.Bo Peep.And where are they now?Willie.Oh, I don’t know. They must be far away.Bo Peep.Well, you just march off and find them.Mustn’t he, Mother, say?Mother Goose.Why didn’t you follow them, Bo Peep?Bo Peep.’Cause—I didn’t know the way.Willie.She heard a wolf, and, in a fright,She hid herself in the hay.Bo Peep.Well, it’s mean to play tricks, Willie Winkie!Willie.And it’s lazy to go to sleepIn broad daylight, and then, besides,You should have watched your sheep.(All sing. Tune: No. 16.)
All.Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,Eating gombobble pie.Wee Willie Wink’s a cute one, we think,And so is our dear Simple Si.(Bo Peepcomes in, shading her eyes, andcalling “Co’nanny, co’nanny!”)Bo Peep.Mother, there’s wolves around here!I heard one howl, I did,And so did my sheep. They were scared to death,And all ran away and hid.I’ve hunted and hunted, and called and called,And all I’ve found, alas!Is just their tails, spread out as ifTo bleach upon the grass.I fear the wolf has got them all!Willie.Ho! Wouldn’t you like to knowThat I was the wolf that scared your sheep,And you, Bo Peep, also?Bo Peep.And did you cut their tails off?Willie.Those weren’t real tails you found.Did you pick them up?Bo Peep.No, I left them thereAll spread out on the ground.Willie.They were only cotton batting.I put ’em there for fun.Your sheep all had their tails on fast,When they went off on the run.Bo Peep.And where are they now?Willie.Oh, I don’t know. They must be far away.Bo Peep.Well, you just march off and find them.Mustn’t he, Mother, say?Mother Goose.Why didn’t you follow them, Bo Peep?Bo Peep.’Cause—I didn’t know the way.Willie.She heard a wolf, and, in a fright,She hid herself in the hay.Bo Peep.Well, it’s mean to play tricks, Willie Winkie!Willie.And it’s lazy to go to sleepIn broad daylight, and then, besides,You should have watched your sheep.(All sing. Tune: No. 16.)
All.Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,Eating gombobble pie.Wee Willie Wink’s a cute one, we think,And so is our dear Simple Si.
(Bo Peepcomes in, shading her eyes, andcalling “Co’nanny, co’nanny!”)
Bo Peep.Mother, there’s wolves around here!I heard one howl, I did,And so did my sheep. They were scared to death,And all ran away and hid.I’ve hunted and hunted, and called and called,And all I’ve found, alas!Is just their tails, spread out as ifTo bleach upon the grass.I fear the wolf has got them all!
Willie.Ho! Wouldn’t you like to knowThat I was the wolf that scared your sheep,And you, Bo Peep, also?
Bo Peep.And did you cut their tails off?
Willie.Those weren’t real tails you found.Did you pick them up?
Bo Peep.No, I left them thereAll spread out on the ground.
Willie.They were only cotton batting.I put ’em there for fun.Your sheep all had their tails on fast,When they went off on the run.
Bo Peep.And where are they now?
Willie.Oh, I don’t know. They must be far away.
Bo Peep.Well, you just march off and find them.Mustn’t he, Mother, say?
Mother Goose.Why didn’t you follow them, Bo Peep?
Bo Peep.’Cause—I didn’t know the way.
Willie.She heard a wolf, and, in a fright,She hid herself in the hay.
Bo Peep.Well, it’s mean to play tricks, Willie Winkie!
Willie.And it’s lazy to go to sleepIn broad daylight, and then, besides,You should have watched your sheep.
(All sing. Tune: No. 16.)
No. 16. LITTLE BO PEEP.music[Play Music]
No. 16. LITTLE BO PEEP.
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All.Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep,And don’t know where to find them.Wee Willie Wink knows where, we think.He ran along behind them.Bo Peep.I think so, too. He’s a naughty boy!To tease some one is his great joy.He should be spanked and put to bed!Old Woman.Yes, that is what I’ve always said.(Boy Blueruns in, tooting horn.)Boy Blue.Has any one seen my cows to-day?While I was asleep, they ran away.Which one of you let down the meadow bars?Bo Peep.That bad Willie Winkie.Mother Hubbard.Oh, my stars!What will he do next, the mischievous child?Was ever a young one so naughty and wild?Boy Blue.Did you let those bars down, Willie Wink?Then you may hunt up the cows, I think.Willie.I will, if you’ll lend me your horn, Boy Blue.Boy Blue.I see myself lending my horn to you!’Twould be filled with mud or be broken, or bent,Or else I would find in it many a dent.Willie.I’d be careful, truly, Boy Blue!Boy Blue.Oh, no!My horn goes with me wherever I go.Willie.I think you’re real mean!Bo Peep.That’s what we think of you.Mother Goose.You see, Willie Wink, so much mischief you do,That no one believes that you can be good.Willie.Your cows are all stuck in the swamp past the wood!Boy Blue.Oh, no, Willie Winkie, you can’t fool me!I’ve just come through the swamp, you see.My cows are in some farmer’s field of corn.I’m as sure of that as I am of my horn.Mother Goose.Little folks should not in the daytime sleep.You’ve lost your cows, and Bo Peep her sheep.Boy Blue.Then maybe we’ll find them all together.Bo Peep.And I’ll just tie up that old bell-wether!(All sing. Tune: No. 17.)
All.Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep,And don’t know where to find them.Wee Willie Wink knows where, we think.He ran along behind them.Bo Peep.I think so, too. He’s a naughty boy!To tease some one is his great joy.He should be spanked and put to bed!Old Woman.Yes, that is what I’ve always said.(Boy Blueruns in, tooting horn.)Boy Blue.Has any one seen my cows to-day?While I was asleep, they ran away.Which one of you let down the meadow bars?Bo Peep.That bad Willie Winkie.Mother Hubbard.Oh, my stars!What will he do next, the mischievous child?Was ever a young one so naughty and wild?Boy Blue.Did you let those bars down, Willie Wink?Then you may hunt up the cows, I think.Willie.I will, if you’ll lend me your horn, Boy Blue.Boy Blue.I see myself lending my horn to you!’Twould be filled with mud or be broken, or bent,Or else I would find in it many a dent.Willie.I’d be careful, truly, Boy Blue!Boy Blue.Oh, no!My horn goes with me wherever I go.Willie.I think you’re real mean!Bo Peep.That’s what we think of you.Mother Goose.You see, Willie Wink, so much mischief you do,That no one believes that you can be good.Willie.Your cows are all stuck in the swamp past the wood!Boy Blue.Oh, no, Willie Winkie, you can’t fool me!I’ve just come through the swamp, you see.My cows are in some farmer’s field of corn.I’m as sure of that as I am of my horn.Mother Goose.Little folks should not in the daytime sleep.You’ve lost your cows, and Bo Peep her sheep.Boy Blue.Then maybe we’ll find them all together.Bo Peep.And I’ll just tie up that old bell-wether!(All sing. Tune: No. 17.)
All.Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep,And don’t know where to find them.Wee Willie Wink knows where, we think.He ran along behind them.
Bo Peep.I think so, too. He’s a naughty boy!To tease some one is his great joy.He should be spanked and put to bed!
Old Woman.Yes, that is what I’ve always said.
(Boy Blueruns in, tooting horn.)
Boy Blue.Has any one seen my cows to-day?While I was asleep, they ran away.Which one of you let down the meadow bars?
Bo Peep.That bad Willie Winkie.
Mother Hubbard.Oh, my stars!What will he do next, the mischievous child?Was ever a young one so naughty and wild?
Boy Blue.Did you let those bars down, Willie Wink?Then you may hunt up the cows, I think.
Willie.I will, if you’ll lend me your horn, Boy Blue.
Boy Blue.I see myself lending my horn to you!’Twould be filled with mud or be broken, or bent,Or else I would find in it many a dent.
Willie.I’d be careful, truly, Boy Blue!
Boy Blue.Oh, no!My horn goes with me wherever I go.
Willie.I think you’re real mean!
Bo Peep.That’s what we think of you.
Mother Goose.You see, Willie Wink, so much mischief you do,That no one believes that you can be good.
Willie.Your cows are all stuck in the swamp past the wood!
Boy Blue.Oh, no, Willie Winkie, you can’t fool me!I’ve just come through the swamp, you see.My cows are in some farmer’s field of corn.I’m as sure of that as I am of my horn.
Mother Goose.Little folks should not in the daytime sleep.You’ve lost your cows, and Bo Peep her sheep.
Boy Blue.Then maybe we’ll find them all together.
Bo Peep.And I’ll just tie up that old bell-wether!
(All sing. Tune: No. 17.)