And he saw, as he pushed the door open,The girl he was thinking about.Her cheeks were as pink as a rose-bud,Her teeth were as white as a pearl,Her lips were as red as a cherry,Most truly a beautiful girl.
And he saw, as he pushed the door open,
The girl he was thinking about.
Her cheeks were as pink as a rose-bud,
Her teeth were as white as a pearl,
Her lips were as red as a cherry,
Most truly a beautiful girl.
AGREATbig brother,And a little brother, so,A big bell tower,And a temple and a show,And little baby wee wee,Always wants to go.
AGREATbig brother,
And a little brother, so,
A big bell tower,
And a temple and a show,
And little baby wee wee,
Always wants to go.
THISone's old,This one's young,This one has no meat,This one's goneTo buy some hay,And this one's on the street.
THISone's old,
This one's young,
This one has no meat,
This one's gone
To buy some hay,
And this one's on the street.
OLDMother WindCome this way,And make our babyCool to-day.
OLDMother Wind
Come this way,
And make our baby
Cool to-day.
WASHyour face, you little tease,And you'll be free from all disease;Wash your head, your face, and throat,And you shall have a red silk coat.
WASHyour face, you little tease,
And you'll be free from all disease;
Wash your head, your face, and throat,
And you shall have a red silk coat.
ABALD-HEADis sick,And the second's afraid,The third calls a doctor,The fourth gives him aid.By the fifth he is borne,By the sixth he is buried,The seventh comes cryingBecause he is worried.
ABALD-HEADis sick,
And the second's afraid,
The third calls a doctor,
The fourth gives him aid.
By the fifth he is borne,
By the sixth he is buried,
The seventh comes crying
Because he is worried.
When asked by an eighth,Why it was that he cried,He said, "In my home,A dear bald-head has died.""Come, bury him quickly,I fear a great hoardOf the seeds of his spiritWill spring from his gourd."
When asked by an eighth,
Why it was that he cried,
He said, "In my home,
A dear bald-head has died."
"Come, bury him quickly,
I fear a great hoard
Of the seeds of his spirit
Will spring from his gourd."
THEbig dog's gone to the city,The little dog's run away,The egg has fallen and broken,And the oil leaked out, they say,But you be a roller,And hull with power,And I'll be a mill-stoneAnd grind the flour.
THEbig dog's gone to the city,
The little dog's run away,
The egg has fallen and broken,
And the oil leaked out, they say,
But you be a roller,
And hull with power,
And I'll be a mill-stone
And grind the flour.
PAT, pat,A swallow's nest we'll make,And if we pat some money outWe'll buy ourselves a cake.
PAT, pat,
A swallow's nest we'll make,
And if we pat some money out
We'll buy ourselves a cake.
THElocust trees,See how they grow!Here in their shadeWe will have a show.Other people's childrenAll have come,
THElocust trees,
See how they grow!
Here in their shade
We will have a show.
Other people's children
All have come,
But my little girlIs still at home.Just as I speak,She is coming along,Riding a donkeyAnd singing a song.Her parasol openShe holds in her hand,Her hair is done upIn a neat little band.
But my little girl
Is still at home.
Just as I speak,
She is coming along,
Riding a donkey
And singing a song.
Her parasol open
She holds in her hand,
Her hair is done up
In a neat little band.
BEATthe drum, beat the drum,We're coming in a chair,Who will clear the wayFor the girl that's coming here?Beat the drum, beat the drum,See, the chair is coming,Ho'rh ho! clear the way!Don't you hear the drumming?
BEATthe drum, beat the drum,
We're coming in a chair,
Who will clear the way
For the girl that's coming here?
Beat the drum, beat the drum,
See, the chair is coming,
Ho'rh ho! clear the way!
Don't you hear the drumming?
ONthe top of a mountainThere stands a pig-styeAnd the fighting of parentsHas made the child cry.Baby, baby,Don't you cry,Wait, and I'll whipThe old man by-and-by.
ONthe top of a mountain
There stands a pig-stye
And the fighting of parents
Has made the child cry.
Baby, baby,
Don't you cry,
Wait, and I'll whip
The old man by-and-by.
IFyou chance to be crossingThe camel-back bridge,Each step leads you upTill you come to the ridge.
IFyou chance to be crossing
The camel-back bridge,
Each step leads you up
Till you come to the ridge.
The lantern-grass floatsOn the pond like a sail,The silver-fish bitesAt the gold-fish's tail.The big-bellied frogSitting there on the rock,Keeps constantly callingWa'rh wa, wa'rh wa.
The lantern-grass floats
On the pond like a sail,
The silver-fish bites
At the gold-fish's tail.
The big-bellied frog
Sitting there on the rock,
Keeps constantly calling
Wa'rh wa, wa'rh wa.
LITTLEeyes see pretty things,Little nose smells what is sweet,Little ears hear pleasant sounds,Mouth likes luscious things to eat.
LITTLEeyes see pretty things,
Little nose smells what is sweet,
Little ears hear pleasant sounds,
Mouth likes luscious things to eat.
WEturn the cake,The cake we bake,We put in oil, or pork, or steakAnd when 'tis done,We'll have some fun,And give a piece to every one.
WEturn the cake,
The cake we bake,
We put in oil, or pork, or steak
And when 'tis done,
We'll have some fun,
And give a piece to every one.
ABIGcow's hornWe will blow, blow, blow,To our sister's wedding feastWe will go, go, go.
ABIGcow's horn
We will blow, blow, blow,
To our sister's wedding feast
We will go, go, go.
Who will drive the cart?My big brother;Who will eat the feast?A sister of my mother.Who will pack her trunk?My sister, whom you saw;Who will light the fire?Her own mother-in-law.
Who will drive the cart?
My big brother;
Who will eat the feast?
A sister of my mother.
Who will pack her trunk?
My sister, whom you saw;
Who will light the fire?
Her own mother-in-law.
ROAST, roast, Roast pig meat,The second pot smells bad,The big pot is sweet;Come,Mrs. Wang,please,And eatpig meat.
ROAST, roast, Roast pig meat,
The second pot smells bad,
The big pot is sweet;
Come,
Mrs. Wang,
please,
And eat
pig meat.
UPyou go, down you see,Here's a turnip for you and me,Here's a pitcher, we'll go to town,Oh, what a pity we've fallen down;What do you see in the heavens bright?I see the moon and the stars at night;What do you see in the earth, pray tell?I see in the earth a deep, deep well;What do you see in the well, my dear?I see a frog, and his voice I hear;What is he saying there on the rock?Get up, get up; ke'rh kua, ke'rh kua.
UPyou go, down you see,
Here's a turnip for you and me,
Here's a pitcher, we'll go to town,
Oh, what a pity we've fallen down;
What do you see in the heavens bright?
I see the moon and the stars at night;
What do you see in the earth, pray tell?
I see in the earth a deep, deep well;
What do you see in the well, my dear?
I see a frog, and his voice I hear;
What is he saying there on the rock?
Get up, get up; ke'rh kua, ke'rh kua.
OHthe pumpkin red, oh the gourd decayed,I am my father's mischievous maid;I am my brother's dear little sister;I am my sister-in-law's fly-blister.Father, when I marry, what will you give?A box and a ward-robe you shall receive.
OHthe pumpkin red, oh the gourd decayed,
I am my father's mischievous maid;
I am my brother's dear little sister;
I am my sister-in-law's fly-blister.
Father, when I marry, what will you give?
A box and a ward-robe you shall receive.
Mother, when I marry, what will you bring?A little work-basket full of everything.Brother, when I marry, what will come from you?A fancy cloth towel; think that will do?My happiness, sister, you will not mar?I'll give a broken bottle and a little smashed jar,And send you, you nuisance, away very far.
Mother, when I marry, what will you bring?
A little work-basket full of everything.
Brother, when I marry, what will come from you?
A fancy cloth towel; think that will do?
My happiness, sister, you will not mar?
I'll give a broken bottle and a little smashed jar,
And send you, you nuisance, away very far.
OH, here we all go to buy us a lock,What kind of a lock shall it be?We'll buy one of silver or buy one of gold,But what shall we use as a key?We'll use a broom handle; if that will not do,With a poker we'll try it alone;But if neither the broom nor the poker will do,We will open it then with a stone.
OH, here we all go to buy us a lock,
What kind of a lock shall it be?
We'll buy one of silver or buy one of gold,
But what shall we use as a key?
We'll use a broom handle; if that will not do,
With a poker we'll try it alone;
But if neither the broom nor the poker will do,
We will open it then with a stone.
HEstuck a feather in his hat,And hurried to the town,And children met him with a horse,For the gateswerebrokendown.
HEstuck a feather in his hat,
And hurried to the town,
And children met him with a horse,
For the gates
were
broken
down.
ONa very high mountainA family dwell,Of ten of their rooms,Nine of them fell.
ONa very high mountain
A family dwell,
Of ten of their rooms,
Nine of them fell.
The old man comes outWith a great deal of trouble;His wife hobbles after,Her body bent double.Their three-legged dogIs as thin as a rail,And their rat-fearing catIs minus a tail.
The old man comes out
With a great deal of trouble;
His wife hobbles after,
Her body bent double.
Their three-legged dog
Is as thin as a rail,
And their rat-fearing cat
Is minus a tail.
YOU'LLfind whene'er the new year come,The kitchen god will want a plum;The girls will want some flowers new,The boys will want some crackers, too;A new felt cap will please papa,And sugar-cake will please mama.
YOU'LLfind whene'er the new year come,
The kitchen god will want a plum;
The girls will want some flowers new,
The boys will want some crackers, too;
A new felt cap will please papa,
And sugar-cake will please mama.
MYboat is turned up at both ends,All storms it encounters it weathersOn its body you'll find not a board,But covered all over with feathers.We daily re-load it with rice,'Tis admired by all whom we meet,You will find not a crack in my boat,But you'll find underneath it two feet:A duck.
MYboat is turned up at both ends,
All storms it encounters it weathers
On its body you'll find not a board,
But covered all over with feathers.
We daily re-load it with rice,
'Tis admired by all whom we meet,
You will find not a crack in my boat,
But you'll find underneath it two feet:
A duck.
KNOCKING, knocking, who's at the door?Old Granny Chang, and nothing more.Why don't you enter, granny, dear?The dog will bite me, child, I fear.What are you shaking there at your feet?A string of garlic, good to eat.What are you carrying under your arm?An old fur cloak to keep me warm.
KNOCKING, knocking, who's at the door?
Old Granny Chang, and nothing more.
Why don't you enter, granny, dear?
The dog will bite me, child, I fear.
What are you shaking there at your feet?
A string of garlic, good to eat.
What are you carrying under your arm?
An old fur cloak to keep me warm.
Why don't you put the cloak on, granny?Fear the insects will bite me, sonny.Why don't your husband kill such a pest?My husband's gone to the land of rest.Where is the old man's burial spot?There, in the fire-place, under the pot.Why don't you cry for your husband true?Old pot! old pan!! old man!!! boo-hoo!!!!
Why don't you put the cloak on, granny?
Fear the insects will bite me, sonny.
Why don't your husband kill such a pest?
My husband's gone to the land of rest.
Where is the old man's burial spot?
There, in the fire-place, under the pot.
Why don't you cry for your husband true?
Old pot! old pan!! old man!!! boo-hoo!!!!
APEACOCKfeatherOn a plum-tree limb,You catch me,AndI'llcatchhim.
APEACOCKfeather
On a plum-tree limb,
You catch me,
And
I'll
catch
him.
THISlittle cow eats grass,This little cow eats hay,This little cow drinks water,This little cow runs away,This little cow does nothing,But just lie down all day;We'll whip her.
THISlittle cow eats grass,
This little cow eats hay,
This little cow drinks water,
This little cow runs away,
This little cow does nothing,
But just lie down all day;
We'll whip her.
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