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Title: Denslow's Mother GooseIllustrator: W. W. DenslowRelease date: June 10, 2006 [eBook #18546]Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by Jason Isbell, Janet Blenkinship and the OnlineDistributed Proofreaders Europe at http://dp.rastko.net

Title: Denslow's Mother Goose

Illustrator: W. W. Denslow

Release date: June 10, 2006 [eBook #18546]

Language: English

Credits: Produced by Jason Isbell, Janet Blenkinship and the OnlineDistributed Proofreaders Europe at http://dp.rastko.net

*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DENSLOW'S MOTHER GOOSE ***

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Being the old familiar rhymes and jingles of MOTHER GOOSE edited and illustrated

1901McClure, Phillips& CompanyPublishersNEW YORK

Mother Goose

By William Wallace Denslow

Dedication to Ann Waters Denslow

Mary Mary

Dressing up

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;All the king's horses, and all the king's menCannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again.(an egg)

Humpty Dumpty

Mistress Mary, quite contraryHow does your garden grow?With cockle-shells and silver bells,And pretty maids all in a row.

Mistress Mary

Bye, baby bunting,Daddy's gone a hunting,He'll never get this rabbit's skin,To wrap the baby bunting in.

Bye, baby bunting

Little Jack HornerSat in the corner,Eating a Christmas pie;He put in his thumb,And he took out a plum,And said,"What a good boy am I!"

Little Jack Horner

Old King ColeWas a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he:He called for his pipe,And he called for his bowl,And he called for his fiddlers three.Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he;Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.Oh, there's none so rare,As can compareWith King Cole and his fiddlers three.

Old King Cole

Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes, marry, have I,Three bags full;One for my master,And one for my dame,And one for the little boyWho lives in the lane.

Baa, baa, black sheep

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!So I will, master, as fast as I can:Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, andPut in the oven for Tommy and me.

Pat-a-cake

Great A, little a,Bouncing B!The cat's in the cupboard,And she can't see.

Great A, little a

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,Home again, home again, dancing a jig:Ride to market to buy a fat hog,Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

To market

I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm,And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm.I'll sit by the fire, and give her some food,And Pussy will love me, because I am good.

I love little Pussy

Higglepy, Piggleby, My black hen,She lays eggs For gentlemen;Sometimes nine, And sometimes ten,Higglepy, Piggleby, My black hen!

Higglepy, Piggleby

Hickety; dickety, dock,The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,Down the mouse ran,Hickety, dickety, dock.

Hickety; dickety, dock

Hush-a-bye, baby, on on the tree top,When the wind blows the cradle will rock;When the bough bends it never can fall,Safe is the baby, bough, cradle and all.

Hush-a-bye, baby

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,She had so many children she didn't know what to do;She gave them some broth with plenty of bread,She kissed them all fondly and sent them to bed.

There was an old woman

Poor old Robinson Crusoe!Poor old Robinson Crusoe!They made him a coatOf an old nanny goatI wonder how they could do so!With a ring-a-ting tang,And a ring-a-ting tang,Poor old Robinson Crusoe!

Poor old Robinson Crusoe

Rain, rain, go away,Come again another day;Little Arthur wants to play.

Rain, rain, go away

The rose is red,The violet's blue,Sugar is sweet,And so are you.

The rose is red

Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, the cow in the corn.

Little Boy Blue

There was an old woman tossed up in a basketNineteen times as high as the moon;Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,For in her hand she carried a broom.Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,O whither, O whither, O whither so high?To brush the cobwebs off the sky!Shall I go with thee? Aye, by-and bye.

There was an old woman

Ride a cockhorse to Banbury-crossTo see an old lady upon a white horse,Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,And so she makes music wherever she goes.

Ride a cockhorse

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,All on a summer's day;The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,And took them clean away.

The Queen of Hearts

The King of Hearts called for the tarts,And beat the Knave full sore;The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,And vowed he'd steal no more.

The King of Hearts

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,And can't tell where to find them;Leave them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep

The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then?Poor thing!

He'll sit in a barn,And to keep himself warm,Will hide his head under his wing,Poor thing!

The north wind doth blow

There was an old woman, and what do you think?She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;And yet this old woman could never be quiet.

There was an old woman

Simple Simon met a pieman,Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Let me taste your ware."Says the pieman to Simple Simon,"Show me first your penny."Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Indeed I have not any."Simple Simon went a-fishingFor to catch a whale:All the water he had gotWas in his mother's pail.

Simple Simon

Little Miss Muffet,She sat on a tuffet,There came a great spider,Who sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Little Miss Muffet

Little Tom TuckerSings for his supper,What shall he eat?White bread and butter.

Little Tom Tucker

Mary had a little lamb,Its fleece was white as snow;And everywhere that Mary went,The lamb was sure to go.He followed, her to school one day;That was against the rule;It made the children laugh and playTo see a lamb at school.

Mary had a little lamb

And so the teacher turned him out,But still he lingered near,And waited patiently aboutTill Mary did appear."What makes the lamb love Mary so?"The eager children cry."Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know."The teacher did reply.

And so the teacher turned him out

A diller, a dollar,A ten o' clock scholar,What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o'clock,But now you come at noon.

A diller, a dollar

I had a little hobby-horse,And it was dapple grey;Its head was made of pea-straw,Its tail was made of hay.I sold it to an old womanFor a copper groat;And I'll not sing my song againWithout a new coat.

I had a little hobby-horse

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,Had a wife, and couldn't keep her;He put her in a pumpkin-shell.And there he kept her very well.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater

Jack and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down, and broke his crown.And Jill came tumbling after.

Jack and Jill

The man in the moon,Came down too soon,To inquire his way to Norwich.He went by the south,And burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease porridge.

The man in the moon

Hey! diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughed to see such sport.And the dish ran after the spoon.

Hey! diddle, diddle

There was a fat man of Bombay,Who was smoking one sunshiny day,When a bird called a snipe,Flew away with his pipe,Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.

There was a fat man

Hark, hark!The dogs do bark,Beggars are coming to town;Some in tags,Some in rags,And some in velvet gowns.

Hark, hark

Jack be nimble,Jack be quick,And Jack jump over the candle stick.

Jack be nimble

Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl,And if the bowl had been stronger,My song would have been longer.

Three wise men of Gotham

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son JohnWent to bed with his trousers on;One shoe off, the other shoe on,Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

Deedle, deedle, dumpling

Cock a doodle doo,My dame has lost her shoe;My master's lost his fiddle-stick,And knows not what to do.

Cock a doodle doo

Polly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,And let's drink tea.Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,They've all gone away.

Polly, put the kettle on

The verses in thisbook have beenhand-letteredbyFRED W. GOUDY.

hand-lettere by FRED GOUDY

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