DOnot fear, do not fear,We'll put the pants on mama's dear,Do not cry, do not cry,We'll put the coat on mama's boy.
DOnot fear, do not fear,
We'll put the pants on mama's dear,
Do not cry, do not cry,
We'll put the coat on mama's boy.
ROUNDbean cakes with red spots bright,The blind who eat them receive their sight;They cure the deaf and heal the lame,And preserve the teeth of the aged dame.
ROUNDbean cakes with red spots bright,
The blind who eat them receive their sight;
They cure the deaf and heal the lame,
And preserve the teeth of the aged dame.
The bald who eat them grow a cue,And the priest can read his bible through,They help the Taoist a seat to take.Their virtues are many—buy my cake.The man who eats fears not his wife,And the woman works better all her life.
The bald who eat them grow a cue,
And the priest can read his bible through,
They help the Taoist a seat to take.
Their virtues are many—buy my cake.
The man who eats fears not his wife,
And the woman works better all her life.
OH, my dear brother spider,With your stomach big and red,From the eaves you are hangingOn a single little thread.
OH, my dear brother spider,
With your stomach big and red,
From the eaves you are hanging
On a single little thread.
THEsmall pug dog,It jumped over there;It has no tail,And it has no hair.It never will bark,If a stranger come,But runs here and thereLike a dog that is dumb.
THEsmall pug dog,
It jumped over there;
It has no tail,
And it has no hair.
It never will bark,
If a stranger come,
But runs here and there
Like a dog that is dumb.
THElittle boy,He bought some oil,But fell and spilled itOn the soil.His mother said:You careless lad,I'll box your ears,Becauseyou'rebad.
THElittle boy,
He bought some oil,
But fell and spilled it
On the soil.
His mother said:
You careless lad,
I'll box your ears,
Because
you're
bad.
ABIG, dead snake is lying there,It has no ears and it has no hair;I breathe on it some magic air,And itlivesand isrunningeverywhere.
ABIG, dead snake is lying there,
It has no ears and it has no hair;
I breathe on it some magic air,
And it
lives
and is
running
everywhere.
UPyou go,Down you see,Granny's comeTo pour the tea;The tea is sweet,The wine is too;There are eighteen camelsWith clothes for you,The clothes are heavy,And the dragon-fly
UPyou go,
Down you see,
Granny's come
To pour the tea;
The tea is sweet,
The wine is too;
There are eighteen camels
With clothes for you,
The clothes are heavy,
And the dragon-fly
Has spurted waterOn your ankle-tie.Sister, sister,Stop your fuss,To-morrow the cartWill come for us;What cart, you ask,The cart, of course,With large, red wheels,And a big, white horse;And in it a beautiful girl, I note,With a squirrel cloak and an otter coat,Her betel-nut bag is a needle-worked charm,And the stem of her pipe is as long as your arm.
Has spurted water
On your ankle-tie.
Sister, sister,
Stop your fuss,
To-morrow the cart
Will come for us;
What cart, you ask,
The cart, of course,
With large, red wheels,
And a big, white horse;
And in it a beautiful girl, I note,
With a squirrel cloak and an otter coat,
Her betel-nut bag is a needle-worked charm,
And the stem of her pipe is as long as your arm.
MYlittle golden sisterRides a golden horse slow,And we'll use a golden whipIf the horse doesn't go.
MYlittle golden sister
Rides a golden horse slow,
And we'll use a golden whip
If the horse doesn't go.
A little gold fishIn a gold bowl, we see,And a gold colored birdOn a gold blossomed tree.A gold plated godIn a gold temple stands,With a gold plated babyIn her gold plated hands.
A little gold fish
In a gold bowl, we see,
And a gold colored bird
On a gold blossomed tree.
A gold plated god
In a gold temple stands,
With a gold plated baby
In her gold plated hands.
ACOCK'Scomb flower he wears on his head.For his clothes he needs neither thimble nor thread;Though you be a great man, I'd have you know,Ten thousand doors would open if he should crow.
ACOCK'Scomb flower he wears on his head.
For his clothes he needs neither thimble nor thread;
Though you be a great man, I'd have you know,
Ten thousand doors would open if he should crow.
THEmoon shines bright,The moon shines fair,The girl wants wedding gifts to wear in her hair;A few blocks of powder,Some incense tips,And two hundred rouge-pads to paint cheeks and lips.
THEmoon shines bright,
The moon shines fair,
The girl wants wedding gifts to wear in her hair;
A few blocks of powder,
Some incense tips,
And two hundred rouge-pads to paint cheeks and lips.
POUND, pound,Pound the rice,The pestle goes up and down so nice,Open the pot,The fire is hot,And if you don't eatI'll feedyou rice.
POUND, pound,
Pound the rice,
The pestle goes up and down so nice,
Open the pot,
The fire is hot,
And if you don't eat
I'll feed
you rice.
MRS.Chang, Mrs. Lee,Mama has a small baby;Stands up firm,Sits up straight,Won't eat milk,But lives on cake.
MRS.Chang, Mrs. Lee,
Mama has a small baby;
Stands up firm,
Sits up straight,
Won't eat milk,
But lives on cake.
GOODbean sprouts,The water dropping out;Where's the wife that dares to drive her husband's father out?He'd take up a stick,And hit her a lick,And she could only shake her sleeve and run off quick.
GOODbean sprouts,
The water dropping out;
Where's the wife that dares to drive her husband's father out?
He'd take up a stick,
And hit her a lick,
And she could only shake her sleeve and run off quick.
THElittle girlSits on the stool,And sews the shoeAnd beats the sole.
THElittle girl
Sits on the stool,
And sews the shoe
And beats the sole.
THEwolf has come,The tiger has come,The old priest follows,Beating a drum.
THEwolf has come,
The tiger has come,
The old priest follows,
Beating a drum.
HEstitches the heel,And he stitches the sole,Two measures of millet he gets for the whole;They steam it, or fry it,When hungry they feel,And he eats with his mother a very good meal.
HEstitches the heel,
And he stitches the sole,
Two measures of millet he gets for the whole;
They steam it, or fry it,
When hungry they feel,
And he eats with his mother a very good meal.
ALLcome and see!All come and see!A black hen laid a white egg for me!Oh, look there!Oh, look there!A great, big rat all covered with hair!
ALLcome and see!
All come and see!
A black hen laid a white egg for me!
Oh, look there!
Oh, look there!
A great, big rat all covered with hair!
INthe first month, when it is night,If you are wise, your lamp you'll light;And when the second month you meet,If you are hungry you should eat;And in the third month most of all,To build a house you must lay a wall.
INthe first month, when it is night,
If you are wise, your lamp you'll light;
And when the second month you meet,
If you are hungry you should eat;
And in the third month most of all,
To build a house you must lay a wall.
MYnephew is a naughty boy,He comes here every day,He eats until he's very full,And then he runs away.
MYnephew is a naughty boy,
He comes here every day,
He eats until he's very full,
And then he runs away.
AREDpepper flower,Ling, ling, ling,Mama will listenAnd baby will sing.
AREDpepper flower,
Ling, ling, ling,
Mama will listen
And baby will sing.
AMULEgoing up hill,A donkey on the street,Or a horse coming down hillYou never ought to beat.
AMULEgoing up hill,
A donkey on the street,
Or a horse coming down hill
You never ought to beat.
AWEElittle flower-pot, very deep green,With just the sweetest flowers that ever were seen;Mother with her babies playing very funny,Father doing business, making lots of money,Grandpa very old, but never going to die,Grandma just as bright as a star in the sky.
AWEElittle flower-pot, very deep green,
With just the sweetest flowers that ever were seen;
Mother with her babies playing very funny,
Father doing business, making lots of money,
Grandpa very old, but never going to die,
Grandma just as bright as a star in the sky.
AGILT-WOODmace,And silvered things,My grandfather plays,And grandmother sings;My grandmother sings till broad daylight,And a baby comes to our home at night;They place the child by the pot on the ground,And it eats rice soup with a sucking sound.
AGILT-WOODmace,
And silvered things,
My grandfather plays,
And grandmother sings;
My grandmother sings till broad daylight,
And a baby comes to our home at night;
They place the child by the pot on the ground,
And it eats rice soup with a sucking sound.
THErain has comeAnd has overflowed,The dew and the frostAre on the road.The last of the grassHas drooped its head,The cicada is on it,Frozen dead.
THErain has come
And has overflowed,
The dew and the frost
Are on the road.
The last of the grass
Has drooped its head,
The cicada is on it,
Frozen dead.
MYdear little brother,Is fat and is round,A bracelet he wears on his arm,A red chest protector,A green pair of pants,Keep him neither too cool nor too warm.
MYdear little brother,
Is fat and is round,
A bracelet he wears on his arm,
A red chest protector,
A green pair of pants,
Keep him neither too cool nor too warm.
A small tuft of hairOn the side of his head,In his cheeks dainty dimples that suit;When he toddles he trembles,To sister he says:"Tum an' buy itty bothy some f'uit."
A small tuft of hair
On the side of his head,
In his cheeks dainty dimples that suit;
When he toddles he trembles,
To sister he says:
"Tum an' buy itty bothy some f'uit."
THEREwas an old woman,As I have heard tell,She went to sell pie,But her pie would not sell.She hurried back home,But her door-step was high,And she stumbled and fellAnd a dog ate her pie.
THEREwas an old woman,
As I have heard tell,
She went to sell pie,
But her pie would not sell.
She hurried back home,
But her door-step was high,
And she stumbled and fell
And a dog ate her pie.
FROGGIE, old froggie,Come over to me;You'll never go backTo your home in the sea.You're an idle old crokerAs ever I saw,And if not calling papa,You're calling mama.
FROGGIE, old froggie,
Come over to me;
You'll never go back
To your home in the sea.
You're an idle old croker
As ever I saw,
And if not calling papa,
You're calling mama.
tHElazy womanShe sweeps the floor,And leaves the dirtInside the door.She cooks her riceIn a dirty pot,And sleeps at nightOn an old straw cot.
tHElazy woman
She sweeps the floor,
And leaves the dirt
Inside the door.
She cooks her rice
In a dirty pot,
And sleeps at night
On an old straw cot.
THEtidy womanIs always clean,No dirt in her homeIs ever seen.Her food is fitFor a king to eat,And her hair and clothesArealwaysneat.
THEtidy woman
Is always clean,
No dirt in her home
Is ever seen.
Her food is fit
For a king to eat,
And her hair and clothes
Are
always
neat.
ONE, two, three, and an old cow's eye,When a cow's eye's blind she'll surely die;A piece of skin and a melon, too,If you have moneyI'll sell to you;But if you're without,I'll put you out.
ONE, two, three, and an old cow's eye,
When a cow's eye's blind she'll surely die;
A piece of skin and a melon, too,
If you have money
I'll sell to you;
But if you're without,
I'll put you out.
YOUstrike three times on the top, you see,And strike three times on the bottom for me,Then top and bottom you strike very fast,And open a door in the middle at last.
YOUstrike three times on the top, you see,
And strike three times on the bottom for me,
Then top and bottom you strike very fast,
And open a door in the middle at last.
THREEhorses are drinking,Three horses are feeding,The two men are fighting,The old woman pleading,The baby is crying,But no one is heeding.
THREEhorses are drinking,
Three horses are feeding,
The two men are fighting,
The old woman pleading,
The baby is crying,
But no one is heeding.
KNOCKat the door,See a face,Smell an odor,Hear a voice,Eat your dinner,Pull your chin, orKe chih, ke chih.
KNOCKat the door,
See a face,
Smell an odor,
Hear a voice,
Eat your dinner,
Pull your chin, or
Ke chih, ke chih.
FLOWERSfor sale,Flowers for sale,Come, buy my flowers,Before they get stale.
FLOWERSfor sale,
Flowers for sale,
Come, buy my flowers,
Before they get stale.
YOUfirst cross over and then cross back,And step in the well as you cross the track,And then there is something else you do,Oh, yes, you make a flower-pot too.
YOUfirst cross over and then cross back,
And step in the well as you cross the track,
And then there is something else you do,
Oh, yes, you make a flower-pot too.
IWATERthe flowers, I water the flowers,I water them morning and evening hours,I never wait till the flowers are dry,I water them e'er the sun is high;A basin of water, a basin of tea,I water the flowers, they're op'ning, you see;A basin of water, another beside,I water the flowers, they're opening wide.
IWATERthe flowers, I water the flowers,
I water them morning and evening hours,
I never wait till the flowers are dry,
I water them e'er the sun is high;
A basin of water, a basin of tea,
I water the flowers, they're op'ning, you see;
A basin of water, another beside,
I water the flowers, they're opening wide.
THEREonce was a bald-head, his name it was Lee,No one ever burned so much incense as he;Now, people burn incense to get them an heir,But baldy burned incense to get him some hair.When he found in three days all his hair had returned,He the god gave a coat and more incense he burned;
THEREonce was a bald-head, his name it was Lee,
No one ever burned so much incense as he;
Now, people burn incense to get them an heir,
But baldy burned incense to get him some hair.
When he found in three days all his hair had returned,
He the god gave a coat and more incense he burned;
When he found in three days all his hair had dropped out,He upset the god and he kicked him about.Then the god became angry and took up a sword,And made into dippers that bald-headed gourd.
When he found in three days all his hair had dropped out,
He upset the god and he kicked him about.
Then the god became angry and took up a sword,
And made into dippers that bald-headed gourd.
WHENthe leaves are green,And full of life,The king will want youFor his wife.When the leaves are yellowFrom time and tide,The king will want youFor his bride.
WHENthe leaves are green,
And full of life,
The king will want you
For his wife.
When the leaves are yellow
From time and tide,
The king will want you
For his bride.
IFyou steal a needle,Or steal a thread,A pimple will growUpon your head;If you steal a dogOr steal a cat,A pimple will growBeneath your hat.
IFyou steal a needle,
Or steal a thread,
A pimple will grow
Upon your head;
If you steal a dog
Or steal a cat,
A pimple will grow
Beneath your hat.
ALLover the ground the old black woman rolled,And for not buying powder her husband did scold;He bought her some powder, which she would not use,And for not buying hemp him she'd soundly abuse;He bought her some hemp, but she only got worse,And scolded because he had not bought a horse;He bought her a horse but she never would feed it,
ALLover the ground the old black woman rolled,
And for not buying powder her husband did scold;
He bought her some powder, which she would not use,
And for not buying hemp him she'd soundly abuse;
He bought her some hemp, but she only got worse,
And scolded because he had not bought a horse;
He bought her a horse but she never would feed it,
And scolded because 'twas a clothes-press she needed;He bought her a clothes-press, but nothing she packed,And scolded because twas a rope that she lacked;He bought her a rope and she hung herself dead,And frightened her husband near out of his head.
And scolded because 'twas a clothes-press she needed;
He bought her a clothes-press, but nothing she packed,
And scolded because twas a rope that she lacked;
He bought her a rope and she hung herself dead,
And frightened her husband near out of his head.
ASCARRED-EYEDman,He went to the fair,He picked up a turnipAnd thought it was a pear;He took a big bite,But found it was bitter,And, oh, what a pity,He threw it in the gutter.
ASCARRED-EYEDman,
He went to the fair,
He picked up a turnip
And thought it was a pear;
He took a big bite,
But found it was bitter,
And, oh, what a pity,
He threw it in the gutter.
OLDMr. blind man, come here quick,I see you carry a feeling-stick;To the river side you take your way,And feed the froggies every day;A frog, one day, stuck out his head,And bit your toe, I've heard it said.
OLDMr. blind man, come here quick,
I see you carry a feeling-stick;
To the river side you take your way,
And feed the froggies every day;
A frog, one day, stuck out his head,
And bit your toe, I've heard it said.
ASMALLboy came from the south of the farm,With a bamboo basket upon his arm,With mutton bones was the basket filled,From a sheep which his folks that day had killed.A monkey came from a pile of stonesTo steal that boy's fresh mutton bones,
ASMALLboy came from the south of the farm,
With a bamboo basket upon his arm,
With mutton bones was the basket filled,
From a sheep which his folks that day had killed.
A monkey came from a pile of stones
To steal that boy's fresh mutton bones,
But a big, spotted dog followed close at his heels,To bite a bad monkey whenever he steals.A half of a brick lay there on the road,It upset the boy and he spilt out his load,The dog bit the monkey, the monkey ran away,The boy broke his basket and cried all day.
But a big, spotted dog followed close at his heels,
To bite a bad monkey whenever he steals.
A half of a brick lay there on the road,
It upset the boy and he spilt out his load,
The dog bit the monkey, the monkey ran away,
The boy broke his basket and cried all day.
WEpull the big saw,And we push it out straight,There's a Punch and a JudyAt grandmother's gate,Our sisters and brothersInvite to the show,And all of us, evenThe baby, shall go.
WEpull the big saw,
And we push it out straight,
There's a Punch and a Judy
At grandmother's gate,
Our sisters and brothers
Invite to the show,
And all of us, even
The baby, shall go.
THISTLE-SEED, thistle-seed,Fly away, fly,The hair on your bodyWill take you up high;Let the wind whirl youAround and around,You'll not hurt yourselfWhen you fall to the ground.
THISTLE-SEED, thistle-seed,
Fly away, fly,
The hair on your body
Will take you up high;
Let the wind whirl you
Around and around,
You'll not hurt yourself
When you fall to the ground.
WHILEraking the hay on the mountain,A student came riding along,He was riding a dapple-gray pony,And singing a scrap of a song.To the home of his bride he was going,But her father and mother were out,
WHILEraking the hay on the mountain,
A student came riding along,
He was riding a dapple-gray pony,
And singing a scrap of a song.
To the home of his bride he was going,
But her father and mother were out,