No. 17.  LITTLE BOY BLUE.music[Play Music]
No. 17.  LITTLE BOY BLUE.
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All.Little Boy Blue, you should not sleep,And let your old cows run away with the sheep.While you’re asleep, Willie Winkie’s awake,And trouble he’s always sure to make.(Curly Lockscomes in.Boy Bluelooks at her admiringly.)Mother Goose.What have you been up to, Curly Locks?Curly Locks.Embroidering my new silk socks.Old Woman.One wasn’t in mischief! Who’d think it, now?I’ll put a red mark down for that, I vow!(Jillturns towardOld Woman,and makes a face.)You stop making faces, young sass-box, at me!You’re homely enough, young gal, as you be.(Boy Bluewho has been “making up†toCurly Locks,sings.  Tune: No. 18.)
All.Little Boy Blue, you should not sleep,And let your old cows run away with the sheep.While you’re asleep, Willie Winkie’s awake,And trouble he’s always sure to make.(Curly Lockscomes in.Boy Bluelooks at her admiringly.)Mother Goose.What have you been up to, Curly Locks?Curly Locks.Embroidering my new silk socks.Old Woman.One wasn’t in mischief! Who’d think it, now?I’ll put a red mark down for that, I vow!(Jillturns towardOld Woman,and makes a face.)You stop making faces, young sass-box, at me!You’re homely enough, young gal, as you be.(Boy Bluewho has been “making up†toCurly Locks,sings.  Tune: No. 18.)
All.Little Boy Blue, you should not sleep,And let your old cows run away with the sheep.While you’re asleep, Willie Winkie’s awake,And trouble he’s always sure to make.
(Curly Lockscomes in.Boy Bluelooks at her admiringly.)
Mother Goose.What have you been up to, Curly Locks?
Curly Locks.Embroidering my new silk socks.
Old Woman.One wasn’t in mischief! Who’d think it, now?I’ll put a red mark down for that, I vow!
(Jillturns towardOld Woman,and makes a face.)
You stop making faces, young sass-box, at me!You’re homely enough, young gal, as you be.
(Boy Bluewho has been “making up†toCurly Locks,sings.  Tune: No. 18.)
No. 18.  CURLY LOCKS.music[Play Music]
No. 18.  CURLY LOCKS.
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Boy Blue.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 up a seam,And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.Curly Locks.H’m! When your old cows ran away,Where then would be the cream?And they’d tramp upon the strawberries;And as for sewing a seam,I’d rather embroider or hemstitchThan mend an ugly tear,Or sew on ugly patchesWhen holes in your elbows you wear.Besides, you sleep by the haystackWhen you ought to be at work.I do not care for you, Boy Blue.I can’t abide a shirk!Boy Blue.And I can’t abide a snob, so weAre even, as you must agree.Fine looks do not mean fine manners, I see,And you are not the girl, after all, for me.Mother Hubbard.“Handsome is as handsome does,†says I.Curly Locks(tossing her curls).“Sour grapes,†said the fox, when the vine was too high!(Betty Bluecomes in, crying.)Betty Blue.I wish you’d whip Tom, Ma, I do!He’s made me lose my nice new shoe.I’ve danced with a hoptoad and danced with a linnet,While he kept that pipe going every minute.I’ve danced with a snake and I’ve danced with a clam,I’ve danced with a cow and I’ve danced with a lamb!I’ve danced with old Rover, his long hanging earsGoing flippety-flop, while he smiled through his tears!And I’d have been dancing yet, truly, Ma Goose,If something in that old pipe hadn’t come loose!(All sing.  Tune: No. 19.)
Boy Blue.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 up a seam,And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.Curly Locks.H’m! When your old cows ran away,Where then would be the cream?And they’d tramp upon the strawberries;And as for sewing a seam,I’d rather embroider or hemstitchThan mend an ugly tear,Or sew on ugly patchesWhen holes in your elbows you wear.Besides, you sleep by the haystackWhen you ought to be at work.I do not care for you, Boy Blue.I can’t abide a shirk!Boy Blue.And I can’t abide a snob, so weAre even, as you must agree.Fine looks do not mean fine manners, I see,And you are not the girl, after all, for me.Mother Hubbard.“Handsome is as handsome does,†says I.Curly Locks(tossing her curls).“Sour grapes,†said the fox, when the vine was too high!(Betty Bluecomes in, crying.)Betty Blue.I wish you’d whip Tom, Ma, I do!He’s made me lose my nice new shoe.I’ve danced with a hoptoad and danced with a linnet,While he kept that pipe going every minute.I’ve danced with a snake and I’ve danced with a clam,I’ve danced with a cow and I’ve danced with a lamb!I’ve danced with old Rover, his long hanging earsGoing flippety-flop, while he smiled through his tears!And I’d have been dancing yet, truly, Ma Goose,If something in that old pipe hadn’t come loose!(All sing.  Tune: No. 19.)
Boy Blue.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 up a seam,And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.
Curly Locks.H’m! When your old cows ran away,Where then would be the cream?And they’d tramp upon the strawberries;And as for sewing a seam,I’d rather embroider or hemstitchThan mend an ugly tear,Or sew on ugly patchesWhen holes in your elbows you wear.Besides, you sleep by the haystackWhen you ought to be at work.I do not care for you, Boy Blue.I can’t abide a shirk!
Boy Blue.And I can’t abide a snob, so weAre even, as you must agree.Fine looks do not mean fine manners, I see,And you are not the girl, after all, for me.
Mother Hubbard.“Handsome is as handsome does,†says I.
Curly Locks(tossing her curls).“Sour grapes,†said the fox, when the vine was too high!
(Betty Bluecomes in, crying.)
Betty Blue.I wish you’d whip Tom, Ma, I do!He’s made me lose my nice new shoe.I’ve danced with a hoptoad and danced with a linnet,While he kept that pipe going every minute.I’ve danced with a snake and I’ve danced with a clam,I’ve danced with a cow and I’ve danced with a lamb!I’ve danced with old Rover, his long hanging earsGoing flippety-flop, while he smiled through his tears!And I’d have been dancing yet, truly, Ma Goose,If something in that old pipe hadn’t come loose!
(All sing.  Tune: No. 19.)
No. 19.  LITTLE BETTY BLUE.(Also, Sing a Song of Sixpence.)music[Play Music]
No. 19.  LITTLE BETTY BLUE.
(Also, Sing a Song of Sixpence.)
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All.Little Betty Blue, oh, she lost her pretty shoe,Dancing with a hound dog, poor Betty Blue!Polkas, jigs and two-steps, waltzes, hornpipes, reels,Turkey trots and tango too. Tom made her shake her heels!EnterTom, the Piper’s Son,laughing. All sing.  Tune: No. 20.
All.Little Betty Blue, oh, she lost her pretty shoe,Dancing with a hound dog, poor Betty Blue!Polkas, jigs and two-steps, waltzes, hornpipes, reels,Turkey trots and tango too. Tom made her shake her heels!EnterTom, the Piper’s Son,laughing. All sing.  Tune: No. 20.
All.Little Betty Blue, oh, she lost her pretty shoe,Dancing with a hound dog, poor Betty Blue!Polkas, jigs and two-steps, waltzes, hornpipes, reels,Turkey trots and tango too. Tom made her shake her heels!
EnterTom, the Piper’s Son,laughing. All sing.  Tune: No. 20.
No. 20.  TOM, TOM, THE PIPER’S SON.music[Play Music]
No. 20.  TOM, TOM, THE PIPER’S SON.
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All.Tom, Tom, the Piper’s Son,Stole a pig, and away he run.He taught that pig to dance, they say,Over the hills and far away.Tom.Yes, he’s a-dancing yet, I think,Unless he’s stopped to rest.You ought to see your sheep, Bo Peep!They danced their very best.The crumpled-horn cow and the old bell-wetherDanced the Virginia Reel together.Sweet Betty Blue danced with a clumsy clam!It was funny as it could be,When she danced with a beautiful striped snakeWho curled most fantastically!And a toad and a polliwog danced in the shadeWith the butcher’s boy and the barber’s maid.Let’s have a dance, now! (Puts pipe to lips.)Mother Goose(taking pipe away).Oh, no, you don’t!Sir Tom, I rather think we won’t.I’ll keep for a while this pretty toy.My joints are too stiff to prance, my boy.Tom(taking shoe from pocket, and handing it toBetty Blue).Here’s your new shoe, sweet Betty Blue.Betty Blue(taking it and striking him with it).I think you’re a horrid boy, I do!(Dingty Diddletycomes in.All sing.  Tune: No. 3.)All.Here’s Dingty Diddlety, my Mammy’s maid.Oh, she stole oranges, I am afraid!There’s some in her pocket, and some in her sleeve,For she stole oranges, I do believe!Dingty.I didn’t! I didn’t, Ma!Mother Hubbard.Undo your sleeve,And turn out your pocket.Old Woman.I railly believeThet she did! They’re a terrible set, you see,All but this dear little maid by me.(Smiles atCurly Locks.)Mother Goose.It’s just a foolish little song.Old Woman.H’m! I’ve mistrusted her all along!(Two of the boys seize her arms and unbutton her sleeves,while a third seizes her bag and opens it.The gombobbles roll out.)All.Oranges! Oranges! We told you so!Dingty.They’re not! They’re gombobbles!Simon.They be! I know.Dingty.They sing that silly song at meTill they really believe it! I found a treeOut here in the wood, that was rather queer,So I picked some fruit for you, Mother dear.I met the old man dressed all in leather,And we had a nice little chat together.He says they’re gombobbles, and make nice pie.Children.Do make some, Mother!Mother Goose.Pick them up, and I’ll try.(Childrenscramble for them and pick them up.Some of them pretend to taste, and make wry faces.)Simon.They be n’t good a bit! I don’t like ’em!Several Others.Nor I!Dingty.The old man said that they made good pie.They are not good raw. It’s well it’s so,Or we wouldn’t get any pie, I know.Mother Goose(to audience).I hope they’ve amused you, each lassie and lad.Though they’re not very good, still, they’re not very bad!Jest a troublesome flock, like your own, I dare say,Up to some mischief the most of the day;Yet you wouldn’t spare one, and neither would I.Now I must go make them that gombobble pie.Come again, folks, to see us. Come often, now do!Good-bye. Hey? Good wishes? The same, friends, to you!(All sing.  Tune: No. 17.)All.Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,Mother’s going to make us gombobble pie!When the pie is baked, we will all begin to sing.Maybe we a piece or two to you, good folks, will bring.(As curtain goes down, they shout.)Hi, hi, hi! Gombobble pie!We’re a jolly flock of geese! Hi, hi, hi!CURTAIN
All.Tom, Tom, the Piper’s Son,Stole a pig, and away he run.He taught that pig to dance, they say,Over the hills and far away.Tom.Yes, he’s a-dancing yet, I think,Unless he’s stopped to rest.You ought to see your sheep, Bo Peep!They danced their very best.The crumpled-horn cow and the old bell-wetherDanced the Virginia Reel together.Sweet Betty Blue danced with a clumsy clam!It was funny as it could be,When she danced with a beautiful striped snakeWho curled most fantastically!And a toad and a polliwog danced in the shadeWith the butcher’s boy and the barber’s maid.Let’s have a dance, now! (Puts pipe to lips.)Mother Goose(taking pipe away).Oh, no, you don’t!Sir Tom, I rather think we won’t.I’ll keep for a while this pretty toy.My joints are too stiff to prance, my boy.Tom(taking shoe from pocket, and handing it toBetty Blue).Here’s your new shoe, sweet Betty Blue.Betty Blue(taking it and striking him with it).I think you’re a horrid boy, I do!(Dingty Diddletycomes in.All sing.  Tune: No. 3.)All.Here’s Dingty Diddlety, my Mammy’s maid.Oh, she stole oranges, I am afraid!There’s some in her pocket, and some in her sleeve,For she stole oranges, I do believe!Dingty.I didn’t! I didn’t, Ma!Mother Hubbard.Undo your sleeve,And turn out your pocket.Old Woman.I railly believeThet she did! They’re a terrible set, you see,All but this dear little maid by me.(Smiles atCurly Locks.)Mother Goose.It’s just a foolish little song.Old Woman.H’m! I’ve mistrusted her all along!(Two of the boys seize her arms and unbutton her sleeves,while a third seizes her bag and opens it.The gombobbles roll out.)All.Oranges! Oranges! We told you so!Dingty.They’re not! They’re gombobbles!Simon.They be! I know.Dingty.They sing that silly song at meTill they really believe it! I found a treeOut here in the wood, that was rather queer,So I picked some fruit for you, Mother dear.I met the old man dressed all in leather,And we had a nice little chat together.He says they’re gombobbles, and make nice pie.Children.Do make some, Mother!Mother Goose.Pick them up, and I’ll try.(Childrenscramble for them and pick them up.Some of them pretend to taste, and make wry faces.)Simon.They be n’t good a bit! I don’t like ’em!Several Others.Nor I!Dingty.The old man said that they made good pie.They are not good raw. It’s well it’s so,Or we wouldn’t get any pie, I know.Mother Goose(to audience).I hope they’ve amused you, each lassie and lad.Though they’re not very good, still, they’re not very bad!Jest a troublesome flock, like your own, I dare say,Up to some mischief the most of the day;Yet you wouldn’t spare one, and neither would I.Now I must go make them that gombobble pie.Come again, folks, to see us. Come often, now do!Good-bye. Hey? Good wishes? The same, friends, to you!(All sing.  Tune: No. 17.)All.Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,Mother’s going to make us gombobble pie!When the pie is baked, we will all begin to sing.Maybe we a piece or two to you, good folks, will bring.(As curtain goes down, they shout.)Hi, hi, hi! Gombobble pie!We’re a jolly flock of geese! Hi, hi, hi!CURTAIN
All.Tom, Tom, the Piper’s Son,Stole a pig, and away he run.He taught that pig to dance, they say,Over the hills and far away.
Tom.Yes, he’s a-dancing yet, I think,Unless he’s stopped to rest.You ought to see your sheep, Bo Peep!They danced their very best.The crumpled-horn cow and the old bell-wetherDanced the Virginia Reel together.
Sweet Betty Blue danced with a clumsy clam!It was funny as it could be,When she danced with a beautiful striped snakeWho curled most fantastically!And a toad and a polliwog danced in the shadeWith the butcher’s boy and the barber’s maid.Let’s have a dance, now! (Puts pipe to lips.)
Mother Goose(taking pipe away).Oh, no, you don’t!Sir Tom, I rather think we won’t.I’ll keep for a while this pretty toy.My joints are too stiff to prance, my boy.
Tom(taking shoe from pocket, and handing it toBetty Blue).Here’s your new shoe, sweet Betty Blue.
Betty Blue(taking it and striking him with it).I think you’re a horrid boy, I do!
(Dingty Diddletycomes in.All sing.  Tune: No. 3.)
All.Here’s Dingty Diddlety, my Mammy’s maid.Oh, she stole oranges, I am afraid!There’s some in her pocket, and some in her sleeve,For she stole oranges, I do believe!
Dingty.I didn’t! I didn’t, Ma!
Mother Hubbard.Undo your sleeve,And turn out your pocket.
Old Woman.I railly believeThet she did! They’re a terrible set, you see,All but this dear little maid by me.
(Smiles atCurly Locks.)
Mother Goose.It’s just a foolish little song.
Old Woman.H’m! I’ve mistrusted her all along!
(Two of the boys seize her arms and unbutton her sleeves,while a third seizes her bag and opens it.The gombobbles roll out.)
All.Oranges! Oranges! We told you so!
Dingty.They’re not! They’re gombobbles!
Simon.They be! I know.
Dingty.They sing that silly song at meTill they really believe it! I found a treeOut here in the wood, that was rather queer,So I picked some fruit for you, Mother dear.I met the old man dressed all in leather,And we had a nice little chat together.He says they’re gombobbles, and make nice pie.
Children.Do make some, Mother!
Mother Goose.Pick them up, and I’ll try.
(Childrenscramble for them and pick them up.Some of them pretend to taste, and make wry faces.)
Simon.They be n’t good a bit! I don’t like ’em!
Several Others.Nor I!
Dingty.The old man said that they made good pie.They are not good raw. It’s well it’s so,Or we wouldn’t get any pie, I know.
Mother Goose(to audience).I hope they’ve amused you, each lassie and lad.Though they’re not very good, still, they’re not very bad!Jest a troublesome flock, like your own, I dare say,Up to some mischief the most of the day;Yet you wouldn’t spare one, and neither would I.Now I must go make them that gombobble pie.Come again, folks, to see us. Come often, now do!Good-bye. Hey? Good wishes? The same, friends, to you!
(All sing.  Tune: No. 17.)
All.Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,Mother’s going to make us gombobble pie!When the pie is baked, we will all begin to sing.Maybe we a piece or two to you, good folks, will bring.
(As curtain goes down, they shout.)
Hi, hi, hi! Gombobble pie!We’re a jolly flock of geese! Hi, hi, hi!
CURTAIN