man snuffing out candle
To make your candles last for aye,You wives and maids give ear-o!To put them out's the only way,Says honest John Boldero.
THE GREAT BROWN OWL
TheBrown Owl sits in the ivy-bush,And she looketh wondrous wise,With a horny beak beneath her cowl,And a pair of large round eyes.She sat all day on the selfsame spray,From sunrise till sunset;And the dim grey light, it was all too brightFor the Owl to see in yet."Jenny Owlet, Jenny Owlet," said a merry little bird,"They say you're wondrous wise;But I don't think you see, though you're looking at MEWith your large, round, shining eyes."But night came soon, and the pale white moonRolled high up in the skies;And the great Brown Owl flew away in her cowl,With her large, round, shining eyes.
Tom singingLITTLE TOM TUCKER.
Music: LITTLE TOM TUCKER
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Little Tom TuckerSings for his supper:What shall he eat?White bread and butter.How shall he cut itWithout e'er a knife?How can he marryWithout e'er a wife?
talking to a snail
Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail.She put out her horns, like a little Kyloe cow,Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all just now.
Doctor in the rain
Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,In a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle,And never went there again.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle-shells,And pretty maids all in a row.
man in moon tumbling down
The man in the moonCame tumbling down,And asked the way to Norwich;He went by the south,And burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease porridge.
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a rail,Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail;Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a bridle,With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.
Pit, pat, well-a-day!Little Robin flew away;Where can little Robin be,But up in yon cherry-tree?
Ding, dong, darrow,The cat and the sparrow;The little dog has burnt his tail,And he shall be whipped to-morrow.
Lady and gentleman duck out walking
DAME DUCK'S LESSONS TO HER DUCKLINGS.
Old Mother Duckhas hatched a broodOf ducklings, small and callow:Their little wings are short, their downIs mottled grey and yellow.There is a quiet little stream,That runs into the moat,Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,And water-lilies float.Close by the margin of the brookThe old Duck made her nest,Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,And down from her own breast.And there she sat for four long weeks,In rainy days and fine,Until the Ducklings all came out—Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.One peeped out from beneath her wing,One scrambled on her back:"That's very rude," said old Dame Duck,"Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!""'T is close," said Dame Duck, shoving outThe egg-shells with her bill,"Besides, it never suits young ducksTo keep them sitting still."So, rising from her nest, she said,"Now, children, look at me:A well-bred duck should waddle so,From side to side—d'ye see?""Yes," said the little ones, and thenShe went on to explain:"A well-bred duck turns in its toesAs I do—try again.""Yes," said the Ducklings, waddling on."That's better," said their mother;"But well-bred ducks walk in a row,Straight—one behind another.""Yes," said the little Ducks again,All waddling in a row:"Now to the pond," said old Dame Duck—Splash, splash! and in they go."Let me swim first," said old Dame Duck,"To this side, now to that;There, snap at those great brown-winged flies,They make young ducklings fat."Now when you reach the poultry-yard,The hen-wife, Molly Head,Will feed you, with the other fowls,On bran and mashed-up bread;"The hens will peck and fight, but mind,I hope that all of youWill gobble up the food as fastAs well-bred ducks should do."You'd better get into the dish,Unless it is too small;In that case, I should use my foot,And overturn it all."The Ducklings did as they were bid,And found the plan so good,That, from that day, the other fowlsGot hardly any food.
Smith, boy and horse
Is John Smith within?Yes, that he is.Can he set a shoe?Ay, marry, two.Here a nail, there a nail,Tick, tack, too.
John Cook he had a little grey mare,hee, haw, hum;Her legs were long and her back was bare,hee, haw, hum.John Cook was riding up Shooter's Bank,hee, haw, hum;The mare she began to kick and to prank,hee, haw, hum.John Cook was riding up Shooter's Hill,hee, haw, hum;His mare fell down and made her will,hee, haw, hum.The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf,hee, haw, hum;If you want any more, you may sing it yourself,hee, haw, hum.
King ColeOLD KING COLE.
Old King ColeWas a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;And he called for his pipeAnd he called for his glass,And he called for his fiddlers three!
King and others
AApple Pie.
AApple Pie.
Bbit it.
Bbit it.
Ccut it.
Ccut it.
Ddealt it.
Ddealt it.
A-D Pictures
Eeat it.
Eeat it.
Ffought for it.
Ffought for it.
Ggot it.
Ggot it.
Hhid it.
Hhid it.
E-H
Jjumped for it.
Jjumped for it.
Kkept it.
Kkept it.
Llonged for it.
Llonged for it.
Mmourned for it.
Mmourned for it.
J-M
Nnodded at it.
Nnodded at it.
Oopened it.
Oopened it.
Ppeeped at it.
Ppeeped at it.
Qquartered it.
Qquartered it.
N-Q
Rran for it.
Rran for it.
Sstole it.
Sstole it.
Ttried for it.
Ttried for it.
Vviewed it.
Vviewed it.
R-V
X Y Z &Amperse-and,All wished forA piece in hand.
X Y Z &Amperse-and,All wished forA piece in hand.
X-Z
Pussy Before the fire
Pussy sits beside the fire. How can she be fair?In walks a little doggy,—Pussy, are you there?
Oh, the rusty, dusty, rusty miller,I'll not change my wife for gold or siller.
crooked man
There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,And he found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
girl with saddled pig
High diddle doubt, my candle's out,My little maid is not at home;Saddle my hog and bridle my dog,And fetch my little maid home.
Big black sheepBAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP
Music: Baa Baa Black Sheep
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Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full:One for my master, one for my dame,And one for the little boy that lives in our lane.Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.
Barber, man and pig
Barber, barber, shave a pig.How many hairs will make a wig?Four and twenty; that's enough.Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.
The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown,The Lion beat the Unicorn all round about the town.Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown,Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
Thomas a Tattamus took two T'sTo tie two tups to two tall trees,To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus.Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.
Woman sitting reading
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,They were two bonny lasses,They built a house upon the lea,And covered it o'er with rashes.Bessy kept the garden gate,And Mary kept the pantry;Bessy always had to wait,While Mary lived in plenty.
Littleboy, pretty boy, where were you born?In Lincolnshire, master; come, blow the cow's horn.
Characters of Hey Diddle DiddleHEY, DIDDLE, DIDDLE.
Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddleThe cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughed to see such sport,And the dish ran after the spoon.
Dish, spoon, cow, moon
bird and baby birds
THE YOUNG LINNETS.
Didyou ever see the nestOf Chaffinch or of Linnet,When the little downy birdsAre lying snugly in it,Gaping wide their yellow mouthsFor something nice to eat?Caterpillar, worm, and grub,They reckon dainty meat.When the mother-bird returns,And finds them still and good,She will give them each, by turns,A proper share of food.She has hopped from spray to spray,And peeped with knowing eyeInto all the folded leavesWhere caterpillars lie.She has searched among the grass,And flown from tree to tree,Catching gnats and flies, to feedHer little family.I have seen the Linnets chirp,And shake their downy wings:They are pleased to see her come,And pleased with what she brings.But I never saw them lookImpatient for their food:Somebody, at dinner-time,Is seldom quite so good.
On a seesawSEE-SAW, MARGERY DAW.
See-saw, Margery Daw,Jenny shall have a new master;She shall have but a penny a day,Because she can't work any faster.
children seesawing
illustrated D with father and childANCE to your daddy,My little babby;Dance to your daddy,My little lamb.You shall have a fishy,In a little dishy;You shall have a fishy,When the boat comes in.
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun,As fair as the lily, as white as the swan:I send you three letters, so pray you read one.I cannot read one unless I read all;So pray, Master Teddy, deliver the ball.
Little girl, little girl, where have you been?Gathering roses to give to the Queen.Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
girl and boy
woman flying in basket
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,Ninety times as high as the moon;And 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 sweep the cobwebs off the sky!Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.
Wife in a cart
When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself,And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf;The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,That I went to London, to get myself a wife.The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow,The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.
Robin and Richard were two pretty men,They lay in bed till the clock struck ten;Then up starts Robin and looks in the sky,"Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!You go on with bottle and bag,And I'll come after with jolly Jack Nag."
Blow, wind, blow, and go, mill, go,That the miller may grind his corn;That the baker may take it,And into rolls make it,And bring us some hot in the morn.
Jack jumping over candle
Jack be nimble,Jack be quick,And Jack jump over the candlestick.
Child riding father's footRIDE A COCK-HORSE.
Ride a cock-horseTo Banbury Cross,To see a fine ladyUpon a white horse.Rings on her fingers,Bells on her toes,She shall have musicWherever she goes.
child riding leg
Fox
THE FOX AND THE FARMER.
A Foxjumped up on a moonlight night,The stars were shining, and all things bright;"Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's a very fine nightFor me to go through the town, heigho!"The Fox when he came to yonder stile,He lifted his ears, and he listened awhile;"Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's but a short mileFrom this unto yonder town, heigho!"The Fox when he came to the farmer's gate,Whom should he see but the farmer's Drake;"I love you well for your master's sake,And long to be picking your bones, heigho!"The grey Goose ran right round the haystack."Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "you are very fat;You'll do very well to ride on my back,From this into yonder town, heigho!"The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed,And out of the window she popped her head;"Oh, husband! oh, husband! the Geese are all dead,For the Fox has been through the town, heigho!"The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead,And shot the old rogue of a Fox through the head;"Ah, ha!" said the farmer, "I think you're quite dead,And no more you'll trouble the town, heigho!"
Dead fox
woman cooking porridge
Peasepudding hot,Pease pudding cold,Pease pudding in the pot,Nine days old.Some like it hot,Some like it cold,Some like it in the pot,Nine days old.
Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.
Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bo-peep,They met together in Gracechurch Street;In and out, in and out, over the way,Oh! says Johnny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.
There was a Rat, for want of stairs,Went down a rope to say his prayers.
Man and two children talking to a snail
Snail, snail, come put out your horn,To-morrow is the day to shear the corn.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride,If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
Dogs barking at lame manHARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK.
Hark, hark,The dogs do bark,The beggars are coming to town;Some in jags,Some in rags,And some in velvet gown.
One, two, buckle my shoe;Three, four, shut the door;Five, six, pick up sticks;Seven, eight, lay them straight;Nine, ten, a good fat hen;Eleven, twelve, dig and delve;Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting;Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting;Nineteen, twenty, my plate is empty.
woman holding toy soldier
I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb;I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum.I bought a little horse that galloped up and down;I saddled him, and bridled him, and sent him out of town.I gave him some garters, to garter up his hose,And a little pocket-handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose.
I have a little sister; they call her Peep, Peep,She wades the water, deep, deep, deep;She climbs the mountains, high, high, high.Poor little thing! she has but one eye.
Music: Goosey, Goosey, Gander
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Goosey, goosey, gander, whither shall I wander,Up stairs, and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber.There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers,I took him by his left leg, and threw him down the stairs.
Girl hopping
Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,Loves plum-cake and sugarcandy;He brought some at a grocer's shop,And out he came, hop-hop-hop.
If all the world were water,And all the water were ink,What should we do for bread and cheese?What should we do for drink?
Hey, my kitten, my kitten,Hey, my kitten, my deary;Such a sweet pet as thisWas neither far nor neary.
Here we go up, up, up,Here we go down, down, down;Here we go backwards and forwards,And here we go round, round, round.
Boy on pony
I had a little pony;They called him Dapple-grey.I lent him to a lady,To ride a mile away.She whipped him, she slashedhim,She rode him through themire;I would not lend my pony now,For all the lady's hire.
See, see. What shall I see?A horse's head where his tail should be.
Pussy cat, Pussy cat, where have you been?I've been to London to look at the Queen.Pussy cat, Pussy cat, what did you do there?I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
Boy fishing
Little Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.
house"THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT."
THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.
This is theMaltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
Rat in malt
This is theRatThat ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
Cat
This is theCat,That killed the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
dog
This is theDog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
cow
This is theCowwith the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
Milkmaid is sad
This is theMaidenall forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
man kissing maiden
This is theManall tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,That killed the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
Priest
This is thePriestall shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,That killed the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
Rooster
This is theCockthat crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,That killed the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
Farmer
This is theFarmerwho sowed the corn,That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,That killed the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.