Old King Colei010aOld 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.i010b[Pg 2]i011aEvery 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!i011b[Pg 3]Lock and Keys_i012_0s_i012_1s_i012_2AMa gold lock.I am a gold key.I am a silver lock.I am a silver key.I am a brass lock.I am a brass key.I am a lead lock.I am a lead key.I am a monk lock.I am a monk key!The days of the monthThirty days hath September,April, June, and November;February has twenty-eight alone,All the rest have thirty-one,Excepting leap-year, that's the timeWhen February's days are twenty-nine.[Pg 4]i013aThe lion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;The lion beat the unicornAll round about the town.Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum-cake,And sent them out of town.i013b[Pg 5]s_i014_0s_i014_1My lady Wind, my lady Wind,Went round about the house to findA chink to get her foot in:She tried the key-hole in the door,She tried the crevice in the floor,And drove the chimney soot in.And then one night when it was dark,She blew up such a tiny spark,That all the house was pothered:From it she raised up such a flame,As flamed away to Belting Lane,And White Cross folks were smothered.And thus when once, my little dears,A whisper reaches itching ears,[Pg 6]The same will come, you'll find:Take my advice, restrain the tongue,Remember what old nurse has sungOf busy lady Wind!i015When good King Arthur ruled this land,He was a goodly king;He stole three pecks of barley-meal,To make a bag-pudding.[Pg 7]A bag-pudding the king did make,And stuff'd it well with plums:And in it put great lumps of fat,As big as my two thumbs.The king and queen did eat thereof,And noblemen beside;And what they could not eat that night,The queen next morning fried.There was a monkeys_i016_0s_i016_1s_i016_2HEREwas a monkey climb'd up a tree,When he fell down, then down fell he.There was a crow sat on a stone,When he was gone, then there was none.[Pg 8]There was an old wife did eat an apple,When she had ate two, she had ate a couple.There was a horse going to the mill,When he went on, he stood not still.There was a butcher cut his thumb,When it did bleed, then blood did come.There was a lackey ran a race,When he ran fast, he ran apace.There was a cobbler clowting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.There was a chandler making candle,When he them strip, he did them handle.There was a navy went into Spain,When it return'd, it came again.[Pg 9]John CookJohn Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare: he, haw, hum!i017John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum![Pg 10]John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!A diller, a dollars_i018_0s_i018_1s_i018_2DILLER, 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.[Pg 11]i019aPlease to rememberThe fifth of November,Gunpowder treason and plot;I know no reasonWhy gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot.i019b[Pg 12]I love my lovei020LOVEmy love with an A,because he's Agreeable.I hate him because he's Avaricious.He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,And treated me with Apples.His name's Andrew,And he lives at Arlington.(This can be continued through the alphabet.)There was an old woman, as I've heard tellThere was an old woman, as I've heard tell,She went to market her eggs for to sell;She went to market all on a market-day,And she fell asleep on the king's highway.[Pg 13]i021There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,He cut her petticoats all round about;He cut her petticoats up to the knees,Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.[Pg 14]When this little woman first did wake,She began to shiver and she began to shake,She began to wonder and she began to cry,"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."Home went the little woman all in the dark,Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;He began to bark, so she began to cry,"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"i022[Pg 15]Little Robin Redbreasts_i023_0s_i023_1s_i023_2ITTLERobin Redbreast sat upon a tree,Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.St. Swithin's DaySt. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,For forty days it will remain:St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,For forty days 'twill rain na mair.[Pg 16]Higgledy piggledys_i024_0s_i024_1s_i024_2IGGLEDYpiggledyHere we lie,Pick'd and pluck'd,And put in a pie.My first is snapping, snarling, growling.My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.Higgledy; piggledyHere we lie,Pick'd and pluck'd,And put in a pie. (currant)Little Tommy TittlemouseLittle Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.[Pg 17]i025Little Tommy Tittle Mouse[Pg 19][Pg 18]Gay go ups_i026_0s_i026_1s_i026_2AYgo up and gay go down,To ring the bells of London town.Bull's eyes and targets,Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.Brickbats and tiles,Say the bells of St. Giles'.Halfpence and farthings,Say the bells of St. Martin's.Oranges and lemons,Say the bells of St. Clement's.Pancakes and fritters,Say the bells of St. Peter's.[Pg 20]Two sticks and an apple,Say the bells at Whitechapel.Old Father Baldpate,Say the slow bells at Aldgate.You owe me ten shillings,Say the bells at St. Helen's.Pokers and tongs,Say the bells at St. John's.Kettles and pans,Say the bells at St. Ann's.When will you pay me?Say the bells at Old Bailey.When I grow rich,Say the bells at Shoreditch.[Pg 21]Pray when will that be?Say the bells of Stepney.I am sure I don't know,Says the great bell at Bow.i027Here comes a candle to light you to bed,And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.[Pg 22]Peter Piperi028aETER PIPERpicked a peck of pickled pepper;A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?Three childreni028bHREEchildren sliding on the iceUpon a summer's day,It so fell out, they all fell in,The rest they ran away.Now had these children been at home,Or sliding on dry ground,Ten thousand pounds to one pennyThey had not all been drown'd.[Pg 23]You parents all that children have,And you that have got none,If you would have them safe abroad,Pray keep them safe at home.Humpty Dumpty.Humpty Dumpty.Humpty Dumpty sate 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.[Pg 24]London Bridgei030ONDONBridge is broken down,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;London Bridge is broken down,With a gay lady.How shall we build it up again?Dance o'er my Lady Lee;How shall we build it up again?With a gay lady.Silver and gold will be stole away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Silver and gold will be stole away,With a gay lady.Build it up again with iron and steel,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with iron and steel,With a gay lady.[Pg 25]Iron and steel will bend and bow,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Iron and steel will bend and bow,With a gay lady.Build it up with wood and clay,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with wood and clay,With a gay lady.Wood and clay will wash away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Wood and clay will wash away,With a gay lady.Build it up with stone so strong,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,With a gay lady.[Pg 26]i031aElsie Marleys_i031b_0s_i031b_1s_i031b_2LSIE MARLEYis grown so fine,She won't get up to serve the swine,But lies in bed till eight or nine,And surely she does take her time.And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey;She won't get up to serve her swine,And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?[Pg 27]There was a little boyThere was a little boy and a little girlLived in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,"Shall I, oh! shall I?"Says the little girl to the little boy,"What shall we do?"Says the little boy to the little girl,"I will kiss you."How many milesi032OWmany miles is it to Babylon?—Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?—Yes, and back again!If your heels are nimble and light,You may get there by candle-light.[Pg 28]Curly locksi033URLYlocks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream![Pg 30]i034Curly Locks! Curly Locks!Four brothers over the seaI had four brothers over the sea,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.And they each sent a present unto me,Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.The first sent a chicken, without any bones;The second sent a cherry, without any stones.Petrum, &c.[Pg 31]The third sent a book, which no man could read;The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread.Petrum, &c.How could there be a chicken without any bones?How could there be a cherry without any stones?Petrum, &c.How could there be a book which no man could read?How could there be a blanket without a thread?Petrum, &c.When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones;When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones.Petrum, &c.[Pg 32]When the book's in ye press no man it can read;When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread.Petrum, &c.Two, three, and four legsTwo legs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;i035In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg.[Pg 33]Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,i036aThrows it after four legs,i036bAnd makes him bring back one leg.[Pg 34]The dove and the wreni037aHEdove says coo, coo, what shall I do?I can scarce maintain two.Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,And keep them all like gentlemen!A puzzlei037bAVEyou seen the old woman of Banbury Cross,Who rode to the fair on the top of her horse?And since her return she still tells, up and down,Of the wonderful lady she saw when in town.She has a small mirror in each of her eyes,And her nose is a bellows of minnikin size;[Pg 35]There's a neat little drum fix'd in each of her ears,Which beats a tattoo to whatever she hears.She has in each jaw a fine ivory mill,And day after day she keeps grinding it still.Both an organ and flute in her small throat are placed,And they are played by a steam engine worked in her breast.But the wonder of all, in her mouth it is said,She keeps a loud bell that might waken the dead;And so frightened the woman, and startled the horse,That they galloped full speed back to Banbury Cross.Long legs, crooked thighs,Little head and no eyes. (a pair of tongs)[Pg 36]Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cakePat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!Make me a cake, as fast as you can:i038aPat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.i063bs_i038b_0s_i038b_1ABBIT, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!Come, my ladies, come and buy;Else your babies they will cry.[Pg 37]The man in the wildernesss_i039a_0s_i039a_1s_i039a_2HEman in the wilderness asked me,How many strawberries grew in the sea?I answered him, as I thought good,As many as red herrings grew in the wood.One old Oxford oxs_i039b_0s_i039b_1NEold Oxford ox opening oysters;Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tedsbury;Three thick thumping tigers tickling trout;Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;Six sportsmen shooting snipes;Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;[Pg 38]Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinder-boxes with ten tenpenny tacks;Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.I like little pussyI like little pussy, her coat is so warm,And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,But pussy and I very gently will play.[Pg 39]i040i041There Was a Man of NewingtonThere was a man of Newington,And he was wond'rous wise,He jump'd into a quickset hedge,And scratch'd out both his eyes:But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and mainHe jump'd into another hedge,And scratch'd 'em in again.[Pg 40]There was a little Guinea-pigHEREwas a little Guinea-pig,Who, being little, was not big;He always walked upon his feetAnd never fasted when he eat.When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And while he ran, as I am told,He ne'er stood still for young or old.He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;Though ne'er instructed by a cat,He knew a mouse was not a rat.One day, as I am certified,He took a whim and fairly died;And, as I'm told by men of sense,He never has been living since.[Pg 41]Little Miss Muffeti043aITTLEMiss Muffet,She sat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey;i043bThere came a spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.[Pg 42]The house that Jack builti044aThis is the house that Jack built.i044bThis is the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i044cThis is the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i044dThis is the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.[Pg 43]i045aThis is the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i045bThis is the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i045cThis is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.[Pg 44]i046aThis is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i046bThis is 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,[Pg 45]That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i047This is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.[Pg 46]i048aThis is the farmer sowing his 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 maltThat lay the house that Jack built.Handy-Spandyi048bANDY-SPANDY, Jack-a-dandy,Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy.He bought some at a grocer's shop,And pleased, away he went, hop, hop, hop.[Pg 47]Doctor FosterDoctor Foster went to Glo'ster,In a shower of rain;i049He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,And never went there again.[Pg 48]i051"HE'S UNDER THE HAY-COCK FAST ASLEEP."Little Boy Blues_i050_0s_i050_1ITTLEBoy Blue, come blow up your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.Will you wake him? No, not I;For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.As I was going to St. IvesAs I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wives,Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven cats,Every cat had seven kits:Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?[Pg 51]Cushy cow bonnyCushy cow bonny,Let down thy milk,And I will give thee a gown of silk;A gown of silk and a silver tee,If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.A carrion crowi052A carrion crow sat on an oak,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor shape his coat;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,[Pg 52]Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.i053The tailor he shot and missed his mark,[Pg 53]Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,And shot his own sow quite through the heart;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Jack SpratJack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;i054And so, betwixt them both, [you see]They licked the platter clean.[Pg 54]The CuckooHEcuckoo's a fine bird,He sings as he flies;He brings us good tidings.He tells us no lies.He sucks little birds' eggs,To make his voice clear;And when he sings "cuckoo!"The summer is near.Five toes1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig;2. "What to do there?" says that pig;3. "To look for mother," says this pig;4. "What to do with her?" says that pig;5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.[Pg 55]One misty moistyOne misty moisty morningWhen cloudy was the weather,i056There I met an old manClothed all in leather;[Pg 56]Clothed all in leather,With cap under his chin,—How do you do, and how do you do,And how do you do again!My father he diedi057Yfather he died, but I can't tell you how,He left me six horses to drive in my plough:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom,I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:[Pg 57]With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half;With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.[Pg 58]I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.
Old King Colei010aOld 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.i010b[Pg 2]i011aEvery 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!i011b[Pg 3]Lock and Keys_i012_0s_i012_1s_i012_2AMa gold lock.I am a gold key.I am a silver lock.I am a silver key.I am a brass lock.I am a brass key.I am a lead lock.I am a lead key.I am a monk lock.I am a monk key!The days of the monthThirty days hath September,April, June, and November;February has twenty-eight alone,All the rest have thirty-one,Excepting leap-year, that's the timeWhen February's days are twenty-nine.[Pg 4]i013aThe lion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;The lion beat the unicornAll round about the town.Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum-cake,And sent them out of town.i013b[Pg 5]s_i014_0s_i014_1My lady Wind, my lady Wind,Went round about the house to findA chink to get her foot in:She tried the key-hole in the door,She tried the crevice in the floor,And drove the chimney soot in.And then one night when it was dark,She blew up such a tiny spark,That all the house was pothered:From it she raised up such a flame,As flamed away to Belting Lane,And White Cross folks were smothered.And thus when once, my little dears,A whisper reaches itching ears,[Pg 6]The same will come, you'll find:Take my advice, restrain the tongue,Remember what old nurse has sungOf busy lady Wind!i015When good King Arthur ruled this land,He was a goodly king;He stole three pecks of barley-meal,To make a bag-pudding.[Pg 7]A bag-pudding the king did make,And stuff'd it well with plums:And in it put great lumps of fat,As big as my two thumbs.The king and queen did eat thereof,And noblemen beside;And what they could not eat that night,The queen next morning fried.There was a monkeys_i016_0s_i016_1s_i016_2HEREwas a monkey climb'd up a tree,When he fell down, then down fell he.There was a crow sat on a stone,When he was gone, then there was none.[Pg 8]There was an old wife did eat an apple,When she had ate two, she had ate a couple.There was a horse going to the mill,When he went on, he stood not still.There was a butcher cut his thumb,When it did bleed, then blood did come.There was a lackey ran a race,When he ran fast, he ran apace.There was a cobbler clowting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.There was a chandler making candle,When he them strip, he did them handle.There was a navy went into Spain,When it return'd, it came again.[Pg 9]John CookJohn Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare: he, haw, hum!i017John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum![Pg 10]John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!A diller, a dollars_i018_0s_i018_1s_i018_2DILLER, 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.[Pg 11]i019aPlease to rememberThe fifth of November,Gunpowder treason and plot;I know no reasonWhy gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot.i019b[Pg 12]I love my lovei020LOVEmy love with an A,because he's Agreeable.I hate him because he's Avaricious.He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,And treated me with Apples.His name's Andrew,And he lives at Arlington.(This can be continued through the alphabet.)There was an old woman, as I've heard tellThere was an old woman, as I've heard tell,She went to market her eggs for to sell;She went to market all on a market-day,And she fell asleep on the king's highway.[Pg 13]i021There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,He cut her petticoats all round about;He cut her petticoats up to the knees,Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.[Pg 14]When this little woman first did wake,She began to shiver and she began to shake,She began to wonder and she began to cry,"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."Home went the little woman all in the dark,Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;He began to bark, so she began to cry,"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"i022[Pg 15]Little Robin Redbreasts_i023_0s_i023_1s_i023_2ITTLERobin Redbreast sat upon a tree,Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.St. Swithin's DaySt. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,For forty days it will remain:St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,For forty days 'twill rain na mair.[Pg 16]Higgledy piggledys_i024_0s_i024_1s_i024_2IGGLEDYpiggledyHere we lie,Pick'd and pluck'd,And put in a pie.My first is snapping, snarling, growling.My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.Higgledy; piggledyHere we lie,Pick'd and pluck'd,And put in a pie. (currant)Little Tommy TittlemouseLittle Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.[Pg 17]i025Little Tommy Tittle Mouse[Pg 19][Pg 18]Gay go ups_i026_0s_i026_1s_i026_2AYgo up and gay go down,To ring the bells of London town.Bull's eyes and targets,Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.Brickbats and tiles,Say the bells of St. Giles'.Halfpence and farthings,Say the bells of St. Martin's.Oranges and lemons,Say the bells of St. Clement's.Pancakes and fritters,Say the bells of St. Peter's.[Pg 20]Two sticks and an apple,Say the bells at Whitechapel.Old Father Baldpate,Say the slow bells at Aldgate.You owe me ten shillings,Say the bells at St. Helen's.Pokers and tongs,Say the bells at St. John's.Kettles and pans,Say the bells at St. Ann's.When will you pay me?Say the bells at Old Bailey.When I grow rich,Say the bells at Shoreditch.[Pg 21]Pray when will that be?Say the bells of Stepney.I am sure I don't know,Says the great bell at Bow.i027Here comes a candle to light you to bed,And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.[Pg 22]Peter Piperi028aETER PIPERpicked a peck of pickled pepper;A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?Three childreni028bHREEchildren sliding on the iceUpon a summer's day,It so fell out, they all fell in,The rest they ran away.Now had these children been at home,Or sliding on dry ground,Ten thousand pounds to one pennyThey had not all been drown'd.[Pg 23]You parents all that children have,And you that have got none,If you would have them safe abroad,Pray keep them safe at home.Humpty Dumpty.Humpty Dumpty.Humpty Dumpty sate 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.[Pg 24]London Bridgei030ONDONBridge is broken down,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;London Bridge is broken down,With a gay lady.How shall we build it up again?Dance o'er my Lady Lee;How shall we build it up again?With a gay lady.Silver and gold will be stole away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Silver and gold will be stole away,With a gay lady.Build it up again with iron and steel,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with iron and steel,With a gay lady.[Pg 25]Iron and steel will bend and bow,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Iron and steel will bend and bow,With a gay lady.Build it up with wood and clay,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with wood and clay,With a gay lady.Wood and clay will wash away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Wood and clay will wash away,With a gay lady.Build it up with stone so strong,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,With a gay lady.[Pg 26]i031aElsie Marleys_i031b_0s_i031b_1s_i031b_2LSIE MARLEYis grown so fine,She won't get up to serve the swine,But lies in bed till eight or nine,And surely she does take her time.And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey;She won't get up to serve her swine,And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?[Pg 27]There was a little boyThere was a little boy and a little girlLived in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,"Shall I, oh! shall I?"Says the little girl to the little boy,"What shall we do?"Says the little boy to the little girl,"I will kiss you."How many milesi032OWmany miles is it to Babylon?—Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?—Yes, and back again!If your heels are nimble and light,You may get there by candle-light.[Pg 28]Curly locksi033URLYlocks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream![Pg 30]i034Curly Locks! Curly Locks!Four brothers over the seaI had four brothers over the sea,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.And they each sent a present unto me,Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.The first sent a chicken, without any bones;The second sent a cherry, without any stones.Petrum, &c.[Pg 31]The third sent a book, which no man could read;The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread.Petrum, &c.How could there be a chicken without any bones?How could there be a cherry without any stones?Petrum, &c.How could there be a book which no man could read?How could there be a blanket without a thread?Petrum, &c.When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones;When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones.Petrum, &c.[Pg 32]When the book's in ye press no man it can read;When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread.Petrum, &c.Two, three, and four legsTwo legs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;i035In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg.[Pg 33]Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,i036aThrows it after four legs,i036bAnd makes him bring back one leg.[Pg 34]The dove and the wreni037aHEdove says coo, coo, what shall I do?I can scarce maintain two.Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,And keep them all like gentlemen!A puzzlei037bAVEyou seen the old woman of Banbury Cross,Who rode to the fair on the top of her horse?And since her return she still tells, up and down,Of the wonderful lady she saw when in town.She has a small mirror in each of her eyes,And her nose is a bellows of minnikin size;[Pg 35]There's a neat little drum fix'd in each of her ears,Which beats a tattoo to whatever she hears.She has in each jaw a fine ivory mill,And day after day she keeps grinding it still.Both an organ and flute in her small throat are placed,And they are played by a steam engine worked in her breast.But the wonder of all, in her mouth it is said,She keeps a loud bell that might waken the dead;And so frightened the woman, and startled the horse,That they galloped full speed back to Banbury Cross.Long legs, crooked thighs,Little head and no eyes. (a pair of tongs)[Pg 36]Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cakePat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!Make me a cake, as fast as you can:i038aPat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.i063bs_i038b_0s_i038b_1ABBIT, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!Come, my ladies, come and buy;Else your babies they will cry.[Pg 37]The man in the wildernesss_i039a_0s_i039a_1s_i039a_2HEman in the wilderness asked me,How many strawberries grew in the sea?I answered him, as I thought good,As many as red herrings grew in the wood.One old Oxford oxs_i039b_0s_i039b_1NEold Oxford ox opening oysters;Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tedsbury;Three thick thumping tigers tickling trout;Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;Six sportsmen shooting snipes;Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;[Pg 38]Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinder-boxes with ten tenpenny tacks;Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.I like little pussyI like little pussy, her coat is so warm,And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,But pussy and I very gently will play.[Pg 39]i040i041There Was a Man of NewingtonThere was a man of Newington,And he was wond'rous wise,He jump'd into a quickset hedge,And scratch'd out both his eyes:But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and mainHe jump'd into another hedge,And scratch'd 'em in again.[Pg 40]There was a little Guinea-pigHEREwas a little Guinea-pig,Who, being little, was not big;He always walked upon his feetAnd never fasted when he eat.When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And while he ran, as I am told,He ne'er stood still for young or old.He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;Though ne'er instructed by a cat,He knew a mouse was not a rat.One day, as I am certified,He took a whim and fairly died;And, as I'm told by men of sense,He never has been living since.[Pg 41]Little Miss Muffeti043aITTLEMiss Muffet,She sat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey;i043bThere came a spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.[Pg 42]The house that Jack builti044aThis is the house that Jack built.i044bThis is the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i044cThis is the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i044dThis is the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.[Pg 43]i045aThis is the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i045bThis is the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i045cThis is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.[Pg 44]i046aThis is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i046bThis is 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,[Pg 45]That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.i047This is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.[Pg 46]i048aThis is the farmer sowing his 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 maltThat lay the house that Jack built.Handy-Spandyi048bANDY-SPANDY, Jack-a-dandy,Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy.He bought some at a grocer's shop,And pleased, away he went, hop, hop, hop.[Pg 47]Doctor FosterDoctor Foster went to Glo'ster,In a shower of rain;i049He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,And never went there again.[Pg 48]i051"HE'S UNDER THE HAY-COCK FAST ASLEEP."Little Boy Blues_i050_0s_i050_1ITTLEBoy Blue, come blow up your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.Will you wake him? No, not I;For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.As I was going to St. IvesAs I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wives,Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven cats,Every cat had seven kits:Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?[Pg 51]Cushy cow bonnyCushy cow bonny,Let down thy milk,And I will give thee a gown of silk;A gown of silk and a silver tee,If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.A carrion crowi052A carrion crow sat on an oak,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor shape his coat;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,[Pg 52]Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.i053The tailor he shot and missed his mark,[Pg 53]Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,And shot his own sow quite through the heart;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Jack SpratJack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;i054And so, betwixt them both, [you see]They licked the platter clean.[Pg 54]The CuckooHEcuckoo's a fine bird,He sings as he flies;He brings us good tidings.He tells us no lies.He sucks little birds' eggs,To make his voice clear;And when he sings "cuckoo!"The summer is near.Five toes1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig;2. "What to do there?" says that pig;3. "To look for mother," says this pig;4. "What to do with her?" says that pig;5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.[Pg 55]One misty moistyOne misty moisty morningWhen cloudy was the weather,i056There I met an old manClothed all in leather;[Pg 56]Clothed all in leather,With cap under his chin,—How do you do, and how do you do,And how do you do again!My father he diedi057Yfather he died, but I can't tell you how,He left me six horses to drive in my plough:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom,I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:[Pg 57]With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half;With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.[Pg 58]I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.
Old King Cole
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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.
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[Pg 2]
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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!
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[Pg 3]
Lock and Key
AMa gold lock.I am a gold key.I am a silver lock.
I am a silver key.I am a brass lock.I am a brass key.I am a lead lock.I am a lead key.I am a monk lock.I am a monk key!
The days of the month
Thirty days hath September,April, June, and November;February has twenty-eight alone,All the rest have thirty-one,Excepting leap-year, that's the timeWhen February's days are twenty-nine.
[Pg 4]
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The lion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;The lion beat the unicornAll round about the town.Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum-cake,And sent them out of town.
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[Pg 5]
My lady Wind, my lady Wind,Went round about the house to findA chink to get her foot in:She tried the key-hole in the door,She tried the crevice in the floor,And drove the chimney soot in.And then one night when it was dark,She blew up such a tiny spark,That all the house was pothered:From it she raised up such a flame,As flamed away to Belting Lane,And White Cross folks were smothered.And thus when once, my little dears,A whisper reaches itching ears,[Pg 6]The same will come, you'll find:Take my advice, restrain the tongue,Remember what old nurse has sungOf busy lady Wind!
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When good King Arthur ruled this land,He was a goodly king;He stole three pecks of barley-meal,To make a bag-pudding.[Pg 7]A bag-pudding the king did make,And stuff'd it well with plums:And in it put great lumps of fat,As big as my two thumbs.The king and queen did eat thereof,And noblemen beside;And what they could not eat that night,The queen next morning fried.
There was a monkey
HEREwas a monkey climb'd up a tree,When he fell down, then down fell he.There was a crow sat on a stone,When he was gone, then there was none.[Pg 8]There was an old wife did eat an apple,When she had ate two, she had ate a couple.There was a horse going to the mill,When he went on, he stood not still.There was a butcher cut his thumb,When it did bleed, then blood did come.There was a lackey ran a race,When he ran fast, he ran apace.There was a cobbler clowting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.There was a chandler making candle,When he them strip, he did them handle.There was a navy went into Spain,When it return'd, it came again.
[Pg 9]
John Cook
John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare: he, haw, hum!
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John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum![Pg 10]John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!
A diller, a dollar
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.
[Pg 11]
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Please to rememberThe fifth of November,Gunpowder treason and plot;I know no reasonWhy gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot.
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[Pg 12]
I love my love
LOVEmy love with an A,because he's Agreeable.I hate him because he's Avaricious.He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,And treated me with Apples.His name's Andrew,And he lives at Arlington.
(This can be continued through the alphabet.)
There was an old woman, as I've heard tell
There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,She went to market her eggs for to sell;She went to market all on a market-day,And she fell asleep on the king's highway.
[Pg 13]
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There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,He cut her petticoats all round about;He cut her petticoats up to the knees,Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.[Pg 14]When this little woman first did wake,She began to shiver and she began to shake,She began to wonder and she began to cry,"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."Home went the little woman all in the dark,Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;He began to bark, so she began to cry,"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"
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[Pg 15]
Little Robin Redbreast
ITTLERobin Redbreast sat upon a tree,Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.
St. Swithin's Day
St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,For forty days it will remain:St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,For forty days 'twill rain na mair.
[Pg 16]
Higgledy piggledy
IGGLEDYpiggledyHere we lie,Pick'd and pluck'd,And put in a pie.My first is snapping, snarling, growling.My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.Higgledy; piggledyHere we lie,Pick'd and pluck'd,And put in a pie. (currant)
Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Little Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.
[Pg 17]
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Little Tommy Tittle Mouse
[Pg 19]
[Pg 18]
Gay go up
AYgo up and gay go down,To ring the bells of London town.Bull's eyes and targets,Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.Brickbats and tiles,Say the bells of St. Giles'.Halfpence and farthings,Say the bells of St. Martin's.Oranges and lemons,Say the bells of St. Clement's.Pancakes and fritters,Say the bells of St. Peter's.[Pg 20]Two sticks and an apple,Say the bells at Whitechapel.Old Father Baldpate,Say the slow bells at Aldgate.You owe me ten shillings,Say the bells at St. Helen's.Pokers and tongs,Say the bells at St. John's.Kettles and pans,Say the bells at St. Ann's.When will you pay me?Say the bells at Old Bailey.When I grow rich,Say the bells at Shoreditch.[Pg 21]Pray when will that be?Say the bells of Stepney.I am sure I don't know,Says the great bell at Bow.
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Here comes a candle to light you to bed,And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
[Pg 22]
Peter Piper
ETER PIPERpicked a peck of pickled pepper;A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?
Three children
HREEchildren sliding on the iceUpon a summer's day,It so fell out, they all fell in,The rest they ran away.Now had these children been at home,Or sliding on dry ground,Ten thousand pounds to one pennyThey had not all been drown'd.[Pg 23]You parents all that children have,And you that have got none,If you would have them safe abroad,Pray keep them safe at home.
Humpty Dumpty.
Humpty Dumpty.
Humpty Dumpty sate 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.
[Pg 24]
London Bridge
ONDONBridge is broken down,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;London Bridge is broken down,With a gay lady.How shall we build it up again?Dance o'er my Lady Lee;How shall we build it up again?With a gay lady.Silver and gold will be stole away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Silver and gold will be stole away,With a gay lady.Build it up again with iron and steel,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with iron and steel,With a gay lady.[Pg 25]Iron and steel will bend and bow,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Iron and steel will bend and bow,With a gay lady.Build it up with wood and clay,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with wood and clay,With a gay lady.Wood and clay will wash away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Wood and clay will wash away,With a gay lady.Build it up with stone so strong,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,With a gay lady.
[Pg 26]
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Elsie Marley
LSIE MARLEYis grown so fine,She won't get up to serve the swine,But lies in bed till eight or nine,And surely she does take her time.And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey;She won't get up to serve her swine,And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
[Pg 27]
There was a little boy
There was a little boy and a little girlLived in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,"Shall I, oh! shall I?"Says the little girl to the little boy,"What shall we do?"Says the little boy to the little girl,"I will kiss you."
How many miles
OWmany miles is it to Babylon?—Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?—Yes, and back again!If your heels are nimble and light,You may get there by candle-light.
[Pg 28]
Curly locks
URLYlocks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
[Pg 30]
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Curly Locks! Curly Locks!
Four brothers over the sea
I had four brothers over the sea,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.And they each sent a present unto me,Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
The first sent a chicken, without any bones;The second sent a cherry, without any stones.Petrum, &c.[Pg 31]The third sent a book, which no man could read;The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread.Petrum, &c.How could there be a chicken without any bones?How could there be a cherry without any stones?Petrum, &c.How could there be a book which no man could read?How could there be a blanket without a thread?Petrum, &c.When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones;When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones.Petrum, &c.[Pg 32]When the book's in ye press no man it can read;When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread.Petrum, &c.
Two, three, and four legs
Two legs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;
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In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg.[Pg 33]Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,
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Throws it after four legs,
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And makes him bring back one leg.
[Pg 34]
The dove and the wren
HEdove says coo, coo, what shall I do?I can scarce maintain two.Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,And keep them all like gentlemen!
A puzzle
AVEyou seen the old woman of Banbury Cross,Who rode to the fair on the top of her horse?And since her return she still tells, up and down,Of the wonderful lady she saw when in town.She has a small mirror in each of her eyes,And her nose is a bellows of minnikin size;[Pg 35]There's a neat little drum fix'd in each of her ears,Which beats a tattoo to whatever she hears.She has in each jaw a fine ivory mill,And day after day she keeps grinding it still.Both an organ and flute in her small throat are placed,And they are played by a steam engine worked in her breast.But the wonder of all, in her mouth it is said,She keeps a loud bell that might waken the dead;And so frightened the woman, and startled the horse,That they galloped full speed back to Banbury Cross.
Long legs, crooked thighs,Little head and no eyes. (a pair of tongs)
[Pg 36]
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!Make me a cake, as fast as you can:
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Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
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ABBIT, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!Come, my ladies, come and buy;Else your babies they will cry.
[Pg 37]
The man in the wilderness
HEman in the wilderness asked me,How many strawberries grew in the sea?I answered him, as I thought good,As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
One old Oxford ox
NEold Oxford ox opening oysters;Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tedsbury;Three thick thumping tigers tickling trout;Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;Six sportsmen shooting snipes;Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;[Pg 38]Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinder-boxes with ten tenpenny tacks;Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.
I like little pussy
I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,But pussy and I very gently will play.
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There Was a Man of Newington
There was a man of Newington,And he was wond'rous wise,He jump'd into a quickset hedge,And scratch'd out both his eyes:But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and mainHe jump'd into another hedge,And scratch'd 'em in again.
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There was a little Guinea-pig
HEREwas a little Guinea-pig,Who, being little, was not big;He always walked upon his feetAnd never fasted when he eat.When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And while he ran, as I am told,He ne'er stood still for young or old.He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;Though ne'er instructed by a cat,He knew a mouse was not a rat.One day, as I am certified,He took a whim and fairly died;And, as I'm told by men of sense,He never has been living since.
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Little Miss Muffet
ITTLEMiss Muffet,She sat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey;
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There came a spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.
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The house that Jack built
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This is the house that Jack built.
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This is the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
This is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
This is 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,[Pg 45]That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
This is 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 maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the farmer sowing his 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 maltThat lay the house that Jack built.
Handy-Spandy
ANDY-SPANDY, Jack-a-dandy,Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy.He bought some at a grocer's shop,And pleased, away he went, hop, hop, hop.
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Doctor Foster
Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,In a shower of rain;
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He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,And never went there again.
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"HE'S UNDER THE HAY-COCK FAST ASLEEP."
Little Boy Blue
ITTLEBoy Blue, come blow up your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.Will you wake him? No, not I;For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.
As I was going to St. Ives
As I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wives,Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven cats,Every cat had seven kits:Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?
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Cushy cow bonny
Cushy cow bonny,Let down thy milk,And I will give thee a gown of silk;A gown of silk and a silver tee,If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.
A carrion crow
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A carrion crow sat on an oak,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor shape his coat;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,[Pg 52]Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
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The tailor he shot and missed his mark,[Pg 53]Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,And shot his own sow quite through the heart;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.
Jack Sprat
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;
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And so, betwixt them both, [you see]They licked the platter clean.
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The Cuckoo
HEcuckoo's a fine bird,He sings as he flies;He brings us good tidings.He tells us no lies.
He sucks little birds' eggs,To make his voice clear;And when he sings "cuckoo!"The summer is near.
Five toes
1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig;2. "What to do there?" says that pig;3. "To look for mother," says this pig;4. "What to do with her?" says that pig;5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.
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One misty moisty
One misty moisty morningWhen cloudy was the weather,
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There I met an old manClothed all in leather;[Pg 56]Clothed all in leather,With cap under his chin,—How do you do, and how do you do,And how do you do again!
My father he died
Yfather he died, but I can't tell you how,He left me six horses to drive in my plough:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom,I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:[Pg 57]With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half;With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.[Pg 58]I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:With my wing wang waddle oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble oh,Under the broom.