Youcannot count the bluebellsThat are upon the heath,—The ferns stand tall and stately,The bells hang underneath;But I can count the tasselsAs big as flowers of cloverThat hang on baby’s curtain,The curtain that hangs over;And when I rock the cradleThe tassels swing and swing,And they make fairy music,And baby hears them ring;Ding-dong in the morning,And in the evening too,Rhime, chime, in fairy time,Baby, dear, for you!
Youcannot count the bluebellsThat are upon the heath,—The ferns stand tall and stately,The bells hang underneath;But I can count the tasselsAs big as flowers of cloverThat hang on baby’s curtain,The curtain that hangs over;And when I rock the cradleThe tassels swing and swing,And they make fairy music,And baby hears them ring;Ding-dong in the morning,And in the evening too,Rhime, chime, in fairy time,Baby, dear, for you!
Youcannot count the bluebellsThat are upon the heath,—The ferns stand tall and stately,The bells hang underneath;But I can count the tasselsAs big as flowers of cloverThat hang on baby’s curtain,The curtain that hangs over;And when I rock the cradleThe tassels swing and swing,And they make fairy music,And baby hears them ring;Ding-dong in the morning,And in the evening too,Rhime, chime, in fairy time,Baby, dear, for you!
Whenthe moon was on the wane,Ding was looking through the window-pane,Dong was counting drops of rain,And Dell was thinking with might and main;But all of them listened to the bell again,A wisdom bell,Or a nonsense bell?And the goblin said, “Let Dell explain,She knows what the bells sayFrom Greenwich up to Chelsea,She will explain what the bells say!”
Whenthe moon was on the wane,Ding was looking through the window-pane,Dong was counting drops of rain,And Dell was thinking with might and main;But all of them listened to the bell again,A wisdom bell,Or a nonsense bell?And the goblin said, “Let Dell explain,She knows what the bells sayFrom Greenwich up to Chelsea,She will explain what the bells say!”
Whenthe moon was on the wane,Ding was looking through the window-pane,Dong was counting drops of rain,And Dell was thinking with might and main;But all of them listened to the bell again,A wisdom bell,Or a nonsense bell?
And the goblin said, “Let Dell explain,She knows what the bells sayFrom Greenwich up to Chelsea,She will explain what the bells say!”
O haveyou heard of Reuben Rammer,The little fellow thatwouldstammer?He talked at such a headlong rateThat at last he got through Stuttering Gate.If fellows will talk madly fast,They come to Stuttering Gate at last;Some boys take warning and they pause,—Not thus with Reuben Rammer ’twas.He made a plunge, dashed past the bar.He went on stuttering fast and far;And what was the result? Why, nowHe speaks no better than a cow!He has been trying,—how absurd!—For several months to speak a word;His mouth works open like a door,His arm goes like a semaphore!He strives to say what he desires;His jaws jolt up like jaws on wires;But Reuben Rammer could not speakWhen last I saw him this day week!How awkward to be driven to useA pencil to express your views,Try to say, “Hallo, Johnny Brown!”And yet be forced to write it down!
O haveyou heard of Reuben Rammer,The little fellow thatwouldstammer?He talked at such a headlong rateThat at last he got through Stuttering Gate.If fellows will talk madly fast,They come to Stuttering Gate at last;Some boys take warning and they pause,—Not thus with Reuben Rammer ’twas.He made a plunge, dashed past the bar.He went on stuttering fast and far;And what was the result? Why, nowHe speaks no better than a cow!He has been trying,—how absurd!—For several months to speak a word;His mouth works open like a door,His arm goes like a semaphore!He strives to say what he desires;His jaws jolt up like jaws on wires;But Reuben Rammer could not speakWhen last I saw him this day week!How awkward to be driven to useA pencil to express your views,Try to say, “Hallo, Johnny Brown!”And yet be forced to write it down!
O haveyou heard of Reuben Rammer,The little fellow thatwouldstammer?He talked at such a headlong rateThat at last he got through Stuttering Gate.
If fellows will talk madly fast,They come to Stuttering Gate at last;Some boys take warning and they pause,—Not thus with Reuben Rammer ’twas.
He made a plunge, dashed past the bar.He went on stuttering fast and far;And what was the result? Why, nowHe speaks no better than a cow!
He has been trying,—how absurd!—For several months to speak a word;His mouth works open like a door,His arm goes like a semaphore!
He strives to say what he desires;His jaws jolt up like jaws on wires;But Reuben Rammer could not speakWhen last I saw him this day week!
How awkward to be driven to useA pencil to express your views,Try to say, “Hallo, Johnny Brown!”And yet be forced to write it down!
Whenthe bell soundsOver land and sea,And the wind, in its rounds,Blowing fresh and free,Carries the ringingFar out of sight,There where the clingingSails are white,White on the sea;And over the hills.How far does the soundOf the sweet bell go?Over the roundWhere the waters flow,And up to the boundWhere the winds can blow.Is it lost, is it found,Is it gone, do you know?
Whenthe bell soundsOver land and sea,And the wind, in its rounds,Blowing fresh and free,Carries the ringingFar out of sight,There where the clingingSails are white,White on the sea;And over the hills.How far does the soundOf the sweet bell go?Over the roundWhere the waters flow,And up to the boundWhere the winds can blow.Is it lost, is it found,Is it gone, do you know?
Whenthe bell soundsOver land and sea,And the wind, in its rounds,Blowing fresh and free,Carries the ringingFar out of sight,There where the clingingSails are white,White on the sea;And over the hills.
How far does the soundOf the sweet bell go?Over the roundWhere the waters flow,And up to the boundWhere the winds can blow.Is it lost, is it found,Is it gone, do you know?
CARRY and KateSwallowed a slate:David and DickLived in a stick:Hetty and HelenSaid, “Oh, what a dwelling!”Patty and PrueTook baths in a flue:Nathan and NedCaught fish in their bed:Nothing could hide ’em,And Dorothy fried ’em:This was on Tuesday,Which always was news day.
CARRY and KateSwallowed a slate:David and DickLived in a stick:Hetty and HelenSaid, “Oh, what a dwelling!”Patty and PrueTook baths in a flue:Nathan and NedCaught fish in their bed:Nothing could hide ’em,And Dorothy fried ’em:This was on Tuesday,Which always was news day.
CARRY and KateSwallowed a slate:David and DickLived in a stick:Hetty and HelenSaid, “Oh, what a dwelling!”
Patty and PrueTook baths in a flue:Nathan and NedCaught fish in their bed:Nothing could hide ’em,And Dorothy fried ’em:This was on Tuesday,Which always was news day.
“IF black was white,And white was black,I would swallow a lightAnd live in a sack,And swim on a kite,”—Says jolly Jack.
“IF black was white,And white was black,I would swallow a lightAnd live in a sack,And swim on a kite,”—Says jolly Jack.
“IF black was white,And white was black,I would swallow a lightAnd live in a sack,And swim on a kite,”—Says jolly Jack.
THERE was an old duck which had three little ducks,Three little ducklings, chuck, chuck, chucks!She took them for a walk,And she march’d them back,And taught them how to say,“Quack, quack, quack!”The ducklings went behind, and the duck went before,Three ducks and one duck, that made four:A duckling is a duck, if I know white from black,But a duck is not a duckling, though,“Quack, quack, quack!”This duck was genteel, and she walk’d with great state,Then cried, “Now, ducklings, mark my gait,So much, you see, depends on the style of the back;”And the ducklings said, “Yes, mamma,Quack, quack, quack!”
THERE was an old duck which had three little ducks,Three little ducklings, chuck, chuck, chucks!She took them for a walk,And she march’d them back,And taught them how to say,“Quack, quack, quack!”The ducklings went behind, and the duck went before,Three ducks and one duck, that made four:A duckling is a duck, if I know white from black,But a duck is not a duckling, though,“Quack, quack, quack!”This duck was genteel, and she walk’d with great state,Then cried, “Now, ducklings, mark my gait,So much, you see, depends on the style of the back;”And the ducklings said, “Yes, mamma,Quack, quack, quack!”
THERE was an old duck which had three little ducks,Three little ducklings, chuck, chuck, chucks!She took them for a walk,And she march’d them back,And taught them how to say,“Quack, quack, quack!”
The ducklings went behind, and the duck went before,Three ducks and one duck, that made four:
A duckling is a duck, if I know white from black,But a duck is not a duckling, though,“Quack, quack, quack!”
This duck was genteel, and she walk’d with great state,Then cried, “Now, ducklings, mark my gait,So much, you see, depends on the style of the back;”And the ducklings said, “Yes, mamma,Quack, quack, quack!”
OLITTLE Ben ButeHad a flute, flute, flute,And went about the world in a knickerbocker suit;Down, up and down,And round about the town,He played and he played tootle-too, toot, toot!Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!He could not play it well,So the notes rose and fell,Tootle, tootle-too, with a twirl and a squeak;The wind, puff, puff,Was forty times enough,That he sent into the flute from his cheek, cheek, cheek,Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!Then people to the ladSaid, “This is very bad!Our ears they are splitting, with your toot, toot, toot;Is there no one within reach—What, no one!—who will teachLittle Bute how to play upon the flute, flute, flute?”Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!
OLITTLE Ben ButeHad a flute, flute, flute,And went about the world in a knickerbocker suit;Down, up and down,And round about the town,He played and he played tootle-too, toot, toot!Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!He could not play it well,So the notes rose and fell,Tootle, tootle-too, with a twirl and a squeak;The wind, puff, puff,Was forty times enough,That he sent into the flute from his cheek, cheek, cheek,Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!Then people to the ladSaid, “This is very bad!Our ears they are splitting, with your toot, toot, toot;Is there no one within reach—What, no one!—who will teachLittle Bute how to play upon the flute, flute, flute?”Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!
OLITTLE Ben ButeHad a flute, flute, flute,And went about the world in a knickerbocker suit;Down, up and down,And round about the town,He played and he played tootle-too, toot, toot!Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!
He could not play it well,So the notes rose and fell,Tootle, tootle-too, with a twirl and a squeak;The wind, puff, puff,Was forty times enough,That he sent into the flute from his cheek, cheek, cheek,Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!
Then people to the ladSaid, “This is very bad!Our ears they are splitting, with your toot, toot, toot;Is there no one within reach—What, no one!—who will teachLittle Bute how to play upon the flute, flute, flute?”Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!
SEVEN sweet singing birds up in a tree;Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea;Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead;Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips;Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!
SEVEN sweet singing birds up in a tree;Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea;Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead;Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips;Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!
SEVEN sweet singing birds up in a tree;Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea;Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead;Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips;Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!
NINE grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;Nine bakers’ baskets, with hot cross-buns;Nine brown elephants, standing in a row;Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete;Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet;Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals;Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles;Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums;Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs;Nine new knockers to our front door;Nine new neighbours that I never saw before;Nine times running I dreamt it all plain;With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again!
NINE grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;Nine bakers’ baskets, with hot cross-buns;Nine brown elephants, standing in a row;Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete;Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet;Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals;Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles;Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums;Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs;Nine new knockers to our front door;Nine new neighbours that I never saw before;Nine times running I dreamt it all plain;With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again!
NINE grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;Nine bakers’ baskets, with hot cross-buns;Nine brown elephants, standing in a row;Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete;Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet;Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals;Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles;Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums;Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs;Nine new knockers to our front door;Nine new neighbours that I never saw before;Nine times running I dreamt it all plain;With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again!
THERE was an old man, and he had an old gun,And he went to a cake shop, and aimed at a bun;The bullet it shot the old baker’s old cat,“Stop thief!” says the baker, “why, what are you at?”
THERE was an old man, and he had an old gun,And he went to a cake shop, and aimed at a bun;The bullet it shot the old baker’s old cat,“Stop thief!” says the baker, “why, what are you at?”
THERE was an old man, and he had an old gun,And he went to a cake shop, and aimed at a bun;The bullet it shot the old baker’s old cat,“Stop thief!” says the baker, “why, what are you at?”
Jackand Joe were tinmen,And oh, but they were thin men!Bags of bones,Or bags of stones,—I think they couldn’t havebeenmen!
Jackand Joe were tinmen,And oh, but they were thin men!Bags of bones,Or bags of stones,—I think they couldn’t havebeenmen!
Jackand Joe were tinmen,And oh, but they were thin men!Bags of bones,Or bags of stones,—I think they couldn’t havebeenmen!
SarahPage,In a rage,Drest in satin;Bertha Newry,Learning Latin,In a fury,Drest in silk,And lapping milk—Which is best? Oh, what a bother!Neither one nor yet the other.
SarahPage,In a rage,Drest in satin;Bertha Newry,Learning Latin,In a fury,Drest in silk,And lapping milk—Which is best? Oh, what a bother!Neither one nor yet the other.
SarahPage,In a rage,Drest in satin;Bertha Newry,Learning Latin,In a fury,Drest in silk,And lapping milk—Which is best? Oh, what a bother!Neither one nor yet the other.
SaysAleck to Alice,“I live in a palace.”Says Alice to Tim,“I don’t believe him.”Says Tim to his cousin,“I love you three dozen;”The cousin, she wondered,And asked for a hundred,Instead of three dozen:Says Tim, “You are fussing;Three dozen I love you,If that will not move you,My love I will carryTo Magsie or Mary.”
SaysAleck to Alice,“I live in a palace.”Says Alice to Tim,“I don’t believe him.”Says Tim to his cousin,“I love you three dozen;”The cousin, she wondered,And asked for a hundred,Instead of three dozen:Says Tim, “You are fussing;Three dozen I love you,If that will not move you,My love I will carryTo Magsie or Mary.”
SaysAleck to Alice,“I live in a palace.”Says Alice to Tim,“I don’t believe him.”Says Tim to his cousin,“I love you three dozen;”The cousin, she wondered,And asked for a hundred,Instead of three dozen:Says Tim, “You are fussing;Three dozen I love you,If that will not move you,My love I will carryTo Magsie or Mary.”
TWENTY whalesLashing their tails;Twenty gunsFired at once;Twenty catsHowling in flats;Twenty parrotsCalling carrots;Twenty apiece,Besides, of these,—Lions roaring,Giants snoring,Waggons rolling,Bells tolling;These together,In stormy weather,With a steam hammer,Would make a clamour.
TWENTY whalesLashing their tails;Twenty gunsFired at once;Twenty catsHowling in flats;Twenty parrotsCalling carrots;Twenty apiece,Besides, of these,—Lions roaring,Giants snoring,Waggons rolling,Bells tolling;These together,In stormy weather,With a steam hammer,Would make a clamour.
TWENTY whalesLashing their tails;Twenty gunsFired at once;Twenty catsHowling in flats;Twenty parrotsCalling carrots;Twenty apiece,Besides, of these,—Lions roaring,Giants snoring,Waggons rolling,Bells tolling;These together,In stormy weather,With a steam hammer,Would make a clamour.
AGIANT at the door behind,For Baby? Nothing of the kind!But even if a Giant were to come,With an eye like an Orleans plum,And hands like wolf’s paws,And teeth like horrible saws,And a voice like a dreadful cough,And he carried baby off,And fed her up in a dungeon(To fatten her for his luncheon),A dungeon as high as the stars;And, if the dungeon had bars,And was guarded by a horrid vulture,And an eagle of savage culture;And if from the wall of the castleA dragon hung like a tassel,And the castle was built among mountains,In a lonely situationAt the very end of creation,With flames spouting round it like fountains—Why, mother could find her wayTo the castle any day,And make the old dragon wriggle,And fight the vulture and the eagle,And blow up the castle—pop!And bring baby home to her sop,And the sop should have sugar extra,Because the Giant had vexed her.
AGIANT at the door behind,For Baby? Nothing of the kind!But even if a Giant were to come,With an eye like an Orleans plum,And hands like wolf’s paws,And teeth like horrible saws,And a voice like a dreadful cough,And he carried baby off,And fed her up in a dungeon(To fatten her for his luncheon),A dungeon as high as the stars;And, if the dungeon had bars,And was guarded by a horrid vulture,And an eagle of savage culture;And if from the wall of the castleA dragon hung like a tassel,And the castle was built among mountains,In a lonely situationAt the very end of creation,With flames spouting round it like fountains—Why, mother could find her wayTo the castle any day,And make the old dragon wriggle,And fight the vulture and the eagle,And blow up the castle—pop!And bring baby home to her sop,And the sop should have sugar extra,Because the Giant had vexed her.
AGIANT at the door behind,For Baby? Nothing of the kind!But even if a Giant were to come,With an eye like an Orleans plum,And hands like wolf’s paws,And teeth like horrible saws,And a voice like a dreadful cough,And he carried baby off,And fed her up in a dungeon(To fatten her for his luncheon),A dungeon as high as the stars;And, if the dungeon had bars,And was guarded by a horrid vulture,And an eagle of savage culture;And if from the wall of the castleA dragon hung like a tassel,And the castle was built among mountains,In a lonely situationAt the very end of creation,With flames spouting round it like fountains—Why, mother could find her wayTo the castle any day,And make the old dragon wriggle,And fight the vulture and the eagle,And blow up the castle—pop!And bring baby home to her sop,And the sop should have sugar extra,Because the Giant had vexed her.
THERE was a boy at Hampton Wick,Whose name, as it happened, was Cicero Brick;He fell in love in desperate fashionWith a girl who fully returned his passion.But she had a father who said, “No, no!What! marry a boy named Cicero?Never, with my consent, my dear!”—What happened next we soon shall hear.The daughter wept till the father said,“Cicero Brick and you may wedWhen he has spoken an orationTo an enormous congregation!”
THERE was a boy at Hampton Wick,Whose name, as it happened, was Cicero Brick;He fell in love in desperate fashionWith a girl who fully returned his passion.But she had a father who said, “No, no!What! marry a boy named Cicero?Never, with my consent, my dear!”—What happened next we soon shall hear.The daughter wept till the father said,“Cicero Brick and you may wedWhen he has spoken an orationTo an enormous congregation!”
THERE was a boy at Hampton Wick,Whose name, as it happened, was Cicero Brick;He fell in love in desperate fashionWith a girl who fully returned his passion.
But she had a father who said, “No, no!What! marry a boy named Cicero?Never, with my consent, my dear!”—What happened next we soon shall hear.
The daughter wept till the father said,“Cicero Brick and you may wedWhen he has spoken an orationTo an enormous congregation!”
Thepublic felt no great surpriseWhen Cicero Brick did advertiseA course of lectures—five or six,—O, what a notion of Cicero Brick’s!St. James’s Hall, in Regent Street,For these orations he said was meet;The first oration that he spokeTwo dozen heard it—what a joke!The next time ten, the next time four,And then the public came no more;But Cicero Brick—thiswho shall blame?—Spoke the oration all the same.“Read my advertisement,” quoth he,“And tell me what you in it seeAbout the oration’s beingheard!It says, ‘delivered.’ I keep my word!”
Thepublic felt no great surpriseWhen Cicero Brick did advertiseA course of lectures—five or six,—O, what a notion of Cicero Brick’s!St. James’s Hall, in Regent Street,For these orations he said was meet;The first oration that he spokeTwo dozen heard it—what a joke!The next time ten, the next time four,And then the public came no more;But Cicero Brick—thiswho shall blame?—Spoke the oration all the same.“Read my advertisement,” quoth he,“And tell me what you in it seeAbout the oration’s beingheard!It says, ‘delivered.’ I keep my word!”
Thepublic felt no great surpriseWhen Cicero Brick did advertiseA course of lectures—five or six,—O, what a notion of Cicero Brick’s!
St. James’s Hall, in Regent Street,For these orations he said was meet;The first oration that he spokeTwo dozen heard it—what a joke!
The next time ten, the next time four,And then the public came no more;But Cicero Brick—thiswho shall blame?—Spoke the oration all the same.
“Read my advertisement,” quoth he,“And tell me what you in it seeAbout the oration’s beingheard!It says, ‘delivered.’ I keep my word!”
Thiswas so honest and well-meant,The father well-nigh did relent;He said, “I never saw beforeSo persevering an orator!”The lover spoke, perhaps with grace,For two hours in that empty place!The servants at the Hall let outThe fact, and it got noised aboutAt concerts, balls, and conversations,That Cicero spoke these orationsIn that huge Hall, week after week,With no one there to hear him speak.What was the consequence? A run,A rush, to see and hear it done;“We reallymusthear Cicero Brick!”All London cried. The crowd was thick.They mobbed the men who took the pay;Hundreds that night were turned away;And Cicero Brick spoke this orationTo an enormous congregation!The father of the girl he wooedNow kept his promise, as he should;The wedding feast of Cicero BrickCame off at once near Hampton Wick;And all the guests gave three cheers forThe persevering Orator.
Thiswas so honest and well-meant,The father well-nigh did relent;He said, “I never saw beforeSo persevering an orator!”The lover spoke, perhaps with grace,For two hours in that empty place!The servants at the Hall let outThe fact, and it got noised aboutAt concerts, balls, and conversations,That Cicero spoke these orationsIn that huge Hall, week after week,With no one there to hear him speak.What was the consequence? A run,A rush, to see and hear it done;“We reallymusthear Cicero Brick!”All London cried. The crowd was thick.They mobbed the men who took the pay;Hundreds that night were turned away;And Cicero Brick spoke this orationTo an enormous congregation!The father of the girl he wooedNow kept his promise, as he should;The wedding feast of Cicero BrickCame off at once near Hampton Wick;And all the guests gave three cheers forThe persevering Orator.
Thiswas so honest and well-meant,The father well-nigh did relent;He said, “I never saw beforeSo persevering an orator!”
The lover spoke, perhaps with grace,For two hours in that empty place!The servants at the Hall let outThe fact, and it got noised about
At concerts, balls, and conversations,That Cicero spoke these orationsIn that huge Hall, week after week,With no one there to hear him speak.
What was the consequence? A run,A rush, to see and hear it done;“We reallymusthear Cicero Brick!”All London cried. The crowd was thick.
They mobbed the men who took the pay;Hundreds that night were turned away;And Cicero Brick spoke this orationTo an enormous congregation!
The father of the girl he wooedNow kept his promise, as he should;The wedding feast of Cicero BrickCame off at once near Hampton Wick;And all the guests gave three cheers forThe persevering Orator.
THIS, if you please, is the Obstinate Cow,—It all befell I will tell you how;And that, if you please, is the Resolute Boy,—He tugs at her tail, and he shouts, “Ahoy!”It stands to reason, if you but think,That the milk of an Obstinate Cow to drinkMust make a fellow grow obstinate—There they are by the Manor-house gate.He breakfasted, year after year,On the milk of the cow that you see here;Her name is Dapple, his name is Jim;He pulls the cow, and the cow pulls him.On the gate of the Manor-house may be readThat trespassers will be prosecuted;The boy is right, and the cow is wrong,But the cow, as it happens, is much more strong.Itdoeslook awkward, and, if we attend,We soon shall see how it all will end:The Squire had a boy who was weak of bone,And very much wanting in will of his own.Admiring the pluck of Resolute Jim,The Squire comes out, and he says to him,“How came you so plucky?” and Jim says, “How?I lived on the milk of this Obstinate Cow!”“Oh, oh!” said the Squire, exceedingly pleased,“Your father shall sell me this obstinate beast,And you shall be cowherd.” So said, so done,—The boy and his father enjoyed the fun.The Squire’s little boy, who was weak of bone,And very much wanting in will of his own,Was fed on the milk of the Obstinate Cow,And, oh, what a change! You should see himnow!His mind is not worth a threepenny-bit,’Tis dull as a ditch and as void of wit,Yet he makes it up, and from day to day,“Dochange your mind!” the people say;But his will is so strong that the people findThey cannot induce him to change his mind!
THIS, if you please, is the Obstinate Cow,—It all befell I will tell you how;And that, if you please, is the Resolute Boy,—He tugs at her tail, and he shouts, “Ahoy!”It stands to reason, if you but think,That the milk of an Obstinate Cow to drinkMust make a fellow grow obstinate—There they are by the Manor-house gate.He breakfasted, year after year,On the milk of the cow that you see here;Her name is Dapple, his name is Jim;He pulls the cow, and the cow pulls him.On the gate of the Manor-house may be readThat trespassers will be prosecuted;The boy is right, and the cow is wrong,But the cow, as it happens, is much more strong.Itdoeslook awkward, and, if we attend,We soon shall see how it all will end:The Squire had a boy who was weak of bone,And very much wanting in will of his own.Admiring the pluck of Resolute Jim,The Squire comes out, and he says to him,“How came you so plucky?” and Jim says, “How?I lived on the milk of this Obstinate Cow!”“Oh, oh!” said the Squire, exceedingly pleased,“Your father shall sell me this obstinate beast,And you shall be cowherd.” So said, so done,—The boy and his father enjoyed the fun.The Squire’s little boy, who was weak of bone,And very much wanting in will of his own,Was fed on the milk of the Obstinate Cow,And, oh, what a change! You should see himnow!His mind is not worth a threepenny-bit,’Tis dull as a ditch and as void of wit,Yet he makes it up, and from day to day,“Dochange your mind!” the people say;But his will is so strong that the people findThey cannot induce him to change his mind!
THIS, if you please, is the Obstinate Cow,—It all befell I will tell you how;And that, if you please, is the Resolute Boy,—He tugs at her tail, and he shouts, “Ahoy!”
It stands to reason, if you but think,That the milk of an Obstinate Cow to drinkMust make a fellow grow obstinate—There they are by the Manor-house gate.
He breakfasted, year after year,On the milk of the cow that you see here;Her name is Dapple, his name is Jim;He pulls the cow, and the cow pulls him.
On the gate of the Manor-house may be readThat trespassers will be prosecuted;The boy is right, and the cow is wrong,But the cow, as it happens, is much more strong.
Itdoeslook awkward, and, if we attend,We soon shall see how it all will end:The Squire had a boy who was weak of bone,And very much wanting in will of his own.
Admiring the pluck of Resolute Jim,The Squire comes out, and he says to him,“How came you so plucky?” and Jim says, “How?I lived on the milk of this Obstinate Cow!”
“Oh, oh!” said the Squire, exceedingly pleased,“Your father shall sell me this obstinate beast,And you shall be cowherd.” So said, so done,—The boy and his father enjoyed the fun.
The Squire’s little boy, who was weak of bone,And very much wanting in will of his own,Was fed on the milk of the Obstinate Cow,And, oh, what a change! You should see himnow!
His mind is not worth a threepenny-bit,’Tis dull as a ditch and as void of wit,Yet he makes it up, and from day to day,“Dochange your mind!” the people say;But his will is so strong that the people findThey cannot induce him to change his mind!
LIGHT Lady LavenderWent to wed a Scavenger,All the boys and girls in townLaughed at Lady Lavender.Light Lady LavenderHadn’t any provender,All the boys and girls in townCried for Lady Lavender.
LIGHT Lady LavenderWent to wed a Scavenger,All the boys and girls in townLaughed at Lady Lavender.Light Lady LavenderHadn’t any provender,All the boys and girls in townCried for Lady Lavender.
LIGHT Lady LavenderWent to wed a Scavenger,All the boys and girls in townLaughed at Lady Lavender.
Light Lady LavenderHadn’t any provender,All the boys and girls in townCried for Lady Lavender.
LavenderLady got rich again,And lived in a palace in Lavender Lane;Flowers and provender!Sweet Lady LavenderLived in a palace in Lavender Lane!Lavender Lady is kind and gay,Lavender House is not a long way;Puddings and pies,And turkeys’ thighs,And peacocks’ tails, too, all over eyes!Ask for her up, ask for her down,If ever you go to London Town:In all the nationThere’s no relationSo kind as she is in London town!
LavenderLady got rich again,And lived in a palace in Lavender Lane;Flowers and provender!Sweet Lady LavenderLived in a palace in Lavender Lane!Lavender Lady is kind and gay,Lavender House is not a long way;Puddings and pies,And turkeys’ thighs,And peacocks’ tails, too, all over eyes!Ask for her up, ask for her down,If ever you go to London Town:In all the nationThere’s no relationSo kind as she is in London town!
LavenderLady got rich again,And lived in a palace in Lavender Lane;Flowers and provender!Sweet Lady LavenderLived in a palace in Lavender Lane!
Lavender Lady is kind and gay,Lavender House is not a long way;Puddings and pies,And turkeys’ thighs,And peacocks’ tails, too, all over eyes!
Ask for her up, ask for her down,If ever you go to London Town:In all the nationThere’s no relationSo kind as she is in London town!
“Whenyou saw the New Moon pass”(Loud laughed the Scavenger),“Did you look at her through glass,Proud Madam Lavender?”“Stab my heart through with your horn!”Laughed Lady LavenderTo the New Moon all forlorn.Light Lady Lavender.She fell sad, and he fell sick,Proud Lady Lavender.O the snow fell fast and thick,Poor Lady Lavender!“Take the broom and sweep the street,Proud Lady Lavender;”O but she had dainty feet,Soft Lady Lavender.“Sweep you must and sweep you shall,Soft Lady Lavender,Up the Mall and down the Mall,Proud Lady Lavender.“Have you done your sweeping yet,Proud Madam Scavenger?Are your slippers cold and wet?”Poor Lady Lavender!“Wet is wet, and cold is cold,”Wept Lady Lavender,But the broom had turned to gold—Loud laughed the Scavenger.“Take your sampler, Madam Witch,Laid up in lavender;Do you see a golden stitch,And a silver P in provender?”Silver and gold for a golden broom,Rich Lady Lavender;Then she danced all round the room,Light Lady Lavender.Take the New Moon for a cup,Witch-lady Lavender;Ladle the gold and silver up,Proud Lady Lavender.“Here’s an angel-piece for you,”Laughed Lady Lavender;“Here’s a golden guinea too,”Kind Lady Lavender!Now we are all safe and sound(China plates and provender),Now we’re on Tom Tiddler’s Ground,—Laugh, Lady Lavender!
“Whenyou saw the New Moon pass”(Loud laughed the Scavenger),“Did you look at her through glass,Proud Madam Lavender?”“Stab my heart through with your horn!”Laughed Lady LavenderTo the New Moon all forlorn.Light Lady Lavender.She fell sad, and he fell sick,Proud Lady Lavender.O the snow fell fast and thick,Poor Lady Lavender!“Take the broom and sweep the street,Proud Lady Lavender;”O but she had dainty feet,Soft Lady Lavender.“Sweep you must and sweep you shall,Soft Lady Lavender,Up the Mall and down the Mall,Proud Lady Lavender.“Have you done your sweeping yet,Proud Madam Scavenger?Are your slippers cold and wet?”Poor Lady Lavender!“Wet is wet, and cold is cold,”Wept Lady Lavender,But the broom had turned to gold—Loud laughed the Scavenger.“Take your sampler, Madam Witch,Laid up in lavender;Do you see a golden stitch,And a silver P in provender?”Silver and gold for a golden broom,Rich Lady Lavender;Then she danced all round the room,Light Lady Lavender.Take the New Moon for a cup,Witch-lady Lavender;Ladle the gold and silver up,Proud Lady Lavender.“Here’s an angel-piece for you,”Laughed Lady Lavender;“Here’s a golden guinea too,”Kind Lady Lavender!Now we are all safe and sound(China plates and provender),Now we’re on Tom Tiddler’s Ground,—Laugh, Lady Lavender!
“Whenyou saw the New Moon pass”(Loud laughed the Scavenger),“Did you look at her through glass,Proud Madam Lavender?”
“Stab my heart through with your horn!”Laughed Lady LavenderTo the New Moon all forlorn.Light Lady Lavender.
She fell sad, and he fell sick,Proud Lady Lavender.O the snow fell fast and thick,Poor Lady Lavender!
“Take the broom and sweep the street,Proud Lady Lavender;”O but she had dainty feet,Soft Lady Lavender.
“Sweep you must and sweep you shall,Soft Lady Lavender,Up the Mall and down the Mall,Proud Lady Lavender.
“Have you done your sweeping yet,Proud Madam Scavenger?Are your slippers cold and wet?”Poor Lady Lavender!
“Wet is wet, and cold is cold,”Wept Lady Lavender,But the broom had turned to gold—Loud laughed the Scavenger.
“Take your sampler, Madam Witch,Laid up in lavender;Do you see a golden stitch,And a silver P in provender?”
Silver and gold for a golden broom,Rich Lady Lavender;Then she danced all round the room,Light Lady Lavender.
Take the New Moon for a cup,Witch-lady Lavender;Ladle the gold and silver up,Proud Lady Lavender.
“Here’s an angel-piece for you,”Laughed Lady Lavender;“Here’s a golden guinea too,”Kind Lady Lavender!
Now we are all safe and sound(China plates and provender),Now we’re on Tom Tiddler’s Ground,—Laugh, Lady Lavender!
ROOK, rook,Read in a book!Mouse, mouse,Build a house!Bee, bee,Get your tea!Pig, pig,Dance a jig!Goose, goose,Put on shoes!Snail, snail,Fill the pail!Rabbit, rabbit,Mind you stab it!Cricket, cricket,Mind you kick it!
ROOK, rook,Read in a book!Mouse, mouse,Build a house!Bee, bee,Get your tea!Pig, pig,Dance a jig!Goose, goose,Put on shoes!Snail, snail,Fill the pail!Rabbit, rabbit,Mind you stab it!Cricket, cricket,Mind you kick it!
ROOK, rook,Read in a book!Mouse, mouse,Build a house!Bee, bee,Get your tea!Pig, pig,Dance a jig!Goose, goose,Put on shoes!Snail, snail,Fill the pail!Rabbit, rabbit,Mind you stab it!Cricket, cricket,Mind you kick it!
Mymaid Molly,She pricked her thumb,But only with holly,And the blood wouldn’t come.
Mymaid Molly,She pricked her thumb,But only with holly,And the blood wouldn’t come.
Mymaid Molly,She pricked her thumb,But only with holly,And the blood wouldn’t come.
Martin, MartinWent a carting;And why did he travel?To bring home some gravel.
Martin, MartinWent a carting;And why did he travel?To bring home some gravel.
Martin, MartinWent a carting;And why did he travel?To bring home some gravel.
Hey-down, high-down, furze and thistle,Rain and wind, and a dog and whistle;The wind blows, the rain drops,The seeds are gone from the thistle-tops:Whistle! find me a flower in the clover,And you shall have turkey for supper, Rover!
Hey-down, high-down, furze and thistle,Rain and wind, and a dog and whistle;The wind blows, the rain drops,The seeds are gone from the thistle-tops:Whistle! find me a flower in the clover,And you shall have turkey for supper, Rover!
Hey-down, high-down, furze and thistle,Rain and wind, and a dog and whistle;The wind blows, the rain drops,The seeds are gone from the thistle-tops:Whistle! find me a flower in the clover,And you shall have turkey for supper, Rover!
IF the butterfly courted the bee,And the owl the porcupine;If churches were built in the sea,And three times one was nine;If the pony rode his master,If the buttercups ate the cows,If the cat had the dire disasterTo be worried, sir, by the mouse;If mamma, sir, sold the babyTo a gipsy for half-a-crown;If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,—The world would be Upside-Down!
IF the butterfly courted the bee,And the owl the porcupine;If churches were built in the sea,And three times one was nine;If the pony rode his master,If the buttercups ate the cows,If the cat had the dire disasterTo be worried, sir, by the mouse;If mamma, sir, sold the babyTo a gipsy for half-a-crown;If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,—The world would be Upside-Down!
IF the butterfly courted the bee,And the owl the porcupine;If churches were built in the sea,And three times one was nine;If the pony rode his master,If the buttercups ate the cows,If the cat had the dire disasterTo be worried, sir, by the mouse;If mamma, sir, sold the babyTo a gipsy for half-a-crown;If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,—The world would be Upside-Down!
If any or all of these wondersShould ever come about,I should not consider them blunders,For I should be Inside-Out!Chorus: Ba-ba, black wool,Have you any sheep?Yes, sir, a pack-full,Creep, mouse, creep!Four-and-twenty little maidsHanging out the pie,Out jumped the honey-pot,Guy-Fawkes, Guy!Cross-latch, cross-latch,Sit and spin the fire,When the pie was opened,The bird was on the brier!
If any or all of these wondersShould ever come about,I should not consider them blunders,For I should be Inside-Out!Chorus: Ba-ba, black wool,Have you any sheep?Yes, sir, a pack-full,Creep, mouse, creep!Four-and-twenty little maidsHanging out the pie,Out jumped the honey-pot,Guy-Fawkes, Guy!Cross-latch, cross-latch,Sit and spin the fire,When the pie was opened,The bird was on the brier!
If any or all of these wondersShould ever come about,I should not consider them blunders,For I should be Inside-Out!
Chorus: Ba-ba, black wool,Have you any sheep?Yes, sir, a pack-full,Creep, mouse, creep!
Four-and-twenty little maidsHanging out the pie,Out jumped the honey-pot,Guy-Fawkes, Guy!Cross-latch, cross-latch,Sit and spin the fire,When the pie was opened,The bird was on the brier!
LITTLE Miss WaverSings with a quaver,A musical maid is she;Her voice is as clearAs any you hear—Let little Miss Waver be.
LITTLE Miss WaverSings with a quaver,A musical maid is she;Her voice is as clearAs any you hear—Let little Miss Waver be.
LITTLE Miss WaverSings with a quaver,A musical maid is she;Her voice is as clearAs any you hear—Let little Miss Waver be.
JEREMY JangleLives in a tangle;You never know where to take him:His head is immense,And he might talk sensePerhaps, if you could but make him.But he says that a tailor has a tail,And every sailor is made for sale,Also that bunting is made of buns!But everybody can see at onceThat this is nonsense. And yet his headIs large, and he calls himself well read!
JEREMY JangleLives in a tangle;You never know where to take him:His head is immense,And he might talk sensePerhaps, if you could but make him.But he says that a tailor has a tail,And every sailor is made for sale,Also that bunting is made of buns!But everybody can see at onceThat this is nonsense. And yet his headIs large, and he calls himself well read!
JEREMY JangleLives in a tangle;You never know where to take him:His head is immense,And he might talk sensePerhaps, if you could but make him.
But he says that a tailor has a tail,And every sailor is made for sale,Also that bunting is made of buns!But everybody can see at onceThat this is nonsense. And yet his headIs large, and he calls himself well read!
IKNEW a boy who took long walks,Who lived on beans, and ate the stalks;To the Giants’ Country he lost his way;They kept him there for a year and a day.But he has not been the same boy since;An alteration he did evince;For you may suppose that he underwentA change in his notions of extent!He looks with contempt on a nice high door,And tries to walk in at the second floor!He stares with surprise at a basin of soup,He fancies a bowl as large as a hoop;He calls the people minikin mites;He calls a sirloin a couple of bites!Things having come to these pretty passes,They bought him some magnifying glasses.He put on the goggles, and said, “My eyes!The world has come to its proper size!”But all the boys cry, “Stalky John!There you go with your goggles on!”What girl would marry him—andquiteright—To be taken for three times her proper height?So this comes of taking extravagant walks,And living on beans, and eating the stalks.
IKNEW a boy who took long walks,Who lived on beans, and ate the stalks;To the Giants’ Country he lost his way;They kept him there for a year and a day.But he has not been the same boy since;An alteration he did evince;For you may suppose that he underwentA change in his notions of extent!He looks with contempt on a nice high door,And tries to walk in at the second floor!He stares with surprise at a basin of soup,He fancies a bowl as large as a hoop;He calls the people minikin mites;He calls a sirloin a couple of bites!Things having come to these pretty passes,They bought him some magnifying glasses.He put on the goggles, and said, “My eyes!The world has come to its proper size!”But all the boys cry, “Stalky John!There you go with your goggles on!”What girl would marry him—andquiteright—To be taken for three times her proper height?So this comes of taking extravagant walks,And living on beans, and eating the stalks.
IKNEW a boy who took long walks,Who lived on beans, and ate the stalks;To the Giants’ Country he lost his way;They kept him there for a year and a day.But he has not been the same boy since;An alteration he did evince;For you may suppose that he underwentA change in his notions of extent!
He looks with contempt on a nice high door,And tries to walk in at the second floor!He stares with surprise at a basin of soup,He fancies a bowl as large as a hoop;He calls the people minikin mites;He calls a sirloin a couple of bites!Things having come to these pretty passes,They bought him some magnifying glasses.
He put on the goggles, and said, “My eyes!The world has come to its proper size!”But all the boys cry, “Stalky John!There you go with your goggles on!”What girl would marry him—andquiteright—To be taken for three times her proper height?So this comes of taking extravagant walks,And living on beans, and eating the stalks.