i200Bryan O'LinBryan O'Lin and his wife and wife's mother,They all went over a bridge together:The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,"Mischief take all!" quoth Bryan O'Lin.Cold and rawCold and raw the north wind doth blow,Bleak in a morning early;All the hills are covered with snow,And winter's now come fairly.[Pg 295]January brings the snowJanuary brings the snow,Makes our feet and fingers glow.February brings the rain,Thaws the frozen lake again.March brings breezes loud and shrill,Stirs the dancing daffodil.April brings the primrose sweet,Scatters daisies at our feet.May brings flocks of pretty lambs,Skipping by their fleecy dams.June brings tulips, lilies, roses,Fills the children's hands with posies.Hot July brings cooling showers,Apricots and gillyflowers.[Pg 296]August brings the sheaves of corn,Then the hardest home is borne.Warm September brings the fruit,Sportsmen then begin to shoot.Fresh October brings the pheasant,Then to gather nuts is pleasant.Dull November brings the blast,Then the leaves are whirling fast.Chill December brings the sleet,Blazing fire and Christmas treat.Bye, baby buntingBye, baby bunting,Father's gone a-hunting,Mother's gone a-milking,Sister's gone a-silking,Brother's gone to buy a skinTo wrap the baby bunting in.[Pg 297]Ding, dong belli201aING, dong bell,Pussy's in the well!Who put her in?—Little Tommy Green.Who pulled her out?—Little Johnny Stout.What a naughty boy was thatTo drown poor pussy-cat,Who never did any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn.[Pg 298]Four and twenty tailorsFour and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man among 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 e'en now.What is the news of the day?What is the news of the day,Good neighbour, I pray?They say the balloonIs gone up to the moon![Pg 299]Two little kittensTwo little kittens, one stormy night,Began to quarrel and then to fight;One had a mouse, and the other had none,And that's the way the quarrel begun."I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat."You'llhave that mouse? We'll see about that!""Iwillhave that mouse," said the eldest son."Youshan'thave the mouse," said the little one.I told you before 'twas a stormy nightWhen these two little kittens began to fight;[Pg 300]The old woman seized her sweeping broom,And swept the two kittens right out of the room.The ground was covered with frost and snow,And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;So they laid them down on the mat at the door,While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,For they found it was better, that stormy night,To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.[Pg 301]i203What are Little Boys made of?What are little boys made of, made of,What are little boys made of?Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;And that's what little boys are made of, made of.What are little girls made of, made of, made of,What are little girls made of?Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;And that's what little girls are made of, made of.[Pg 302]As I was a-going by a little pig-styAs I was a-going by a little pig-sty,I saw a child's petticoat hanging to dry,I took off my jacket and hung it hard by,To bear the petticoat company.The wind blew high, and down they fell;Jacket and petticoat into the well.Into the well, into the well,Jacket and petticoat into the well.i204Three Wise Men of GothamThree wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl:And if the bowl had been stronger,My song would have been longer.[Pg 303]Jenny Wren fell sickJenny Wren fell sick,Upon a merry time;In came Robin RedbreastAnd brought her sops and wine."Eat well of the sop, Jenny,Drink well of the wine.""Thank you, Robin, kindly,You shall be mine."Jenny she got well,And stood upon her feet,And told Robin plainlyShe loved him not a bit.Robin being angry,Hopped upon a twig,Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you,Bold-faced jig!"[Pg 304]Sukey, you shall be my wife"Sukey, you shall be my wife,And I will tell you why:I have got a little pig,And you have got a sty;I have got a dun cow,And you can make good cheese,Sukey, will you have me?Say yes, if you please."Sukey she made answer,"For your cow and pig,I tell you, Jacky Jingle,I do not care a fig.[Pg 305]"I have got a puppy-dog,And a pussy-cat,And I have got another thingThat's better far than that."For I have got a velvet purseThat holds a hundred pound,'Twas left me by my grand-dadWho now lies underground."So if your cow and pigIs all you have in store,You may go home and mind 'em,For now your wooing's o'er."Says Jacky, "You're too hasty,I've got a horse and cart;And I have got a better thing,—I've got a constant heart.[Pg 306]"If that won't do, then you may layYour money on the shelf,I soon shall get another girlThat's better than yourself."Then says little Sue,"If your heart is true,This trouble we'll get through,If things are rightly carried."There's nothing more to do,'Twixt Jacky and his Sue;"None so happy as us two,For now we'll both be married!"Now after they were marriedSome good things to produce,Sukey's purse and hundred poundsWere quickly put in use;Sukey milked the cow,And to make good cheese did try,Jack drove his horse and cart,And minded pig and sty.[Pg 307]BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GOBLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GOi206bi206cLOW, 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 send us some hot in the morn.[Pg 308]This is the death of little Jenny WrenThis is the death ofLittle Jenny Wren,And what the doctorsAll said then.Jenny Wren was sick again,And Jenny Wren did die;The doctors vowed they'd cure her,Or know the reason why.Doctor Hawk felt her pulse,And, shaking his head,Said, "I fear I can't save her,Because she's quite dead."Doctor Hawk's a clever fellow,He pinched her wrist enough to kill her."She'll do very well yet,"Then said Doctor Fox,"If she takes but one pillFrom out of this box."[Pg 309]Ah! Doctor Fox,You are very cunning,For if she's dead,You will not get one in.With hartshorn in hand,Came Doctor Tom-Tit,Saying, "Really, good sirs,It's only a fit."You're right, Doctor Tit,You need make no doubt on,But death is a fitFolk seldom get out on.Doctor Cat says, "Indeed,I don't think she's dead,I believe if I try,She yet might be bled."[Pg 310]You need not a lancet,Miss Pussy, indeed,Your claws are enoughA poor Wren to bleed."I think, Puss, you're foolish,"Then says Doctor Goose,"For to bleed a dead WrenCan be of no use."Why, Doctor Goose,You're very wise,Your wisdom profoundMight Ganders surprise.Doctor Jack Ass then said,"See this balsam, I make it;She yet may surviveIf you get her to take it."[Pg 311]What you say, Doctor Ass,Perhaps may be true;I ne'er saw the dead drink, thoughPray, Doctor, did you?Doctor Owl then declaredThat the cause of her deathHe really believed, was——The want of more breath.Indeed, Doctor Owl,You are much in the right;You as well might have saidThat day was not night.Says Robin, "Get out,You're a parcel of quacks,Or I'll lay this good whipOn each of your backs."[Pg 312]Then Robin beganFor to bang them about,They stayed for no fees,They were glad to get out.Poor Robin long for Jenny grieves,At last he covered her with leaves;Yet near the place, a mournful lay,For Jenny Wren sings every day.Here comes a poor widow from BabylonHere comes a poor widow from Babylon,With six poor children all alone,One can bake, and one can brew,One can shape, and one can sew,One can bake a cake for the king.Come choose you east, come choose you west,Come choose you the one that you love best.[Pg 313]Dame Trot and her catDame Trot and her catSat down for to chat,The Dame sat on this side,And Puss sat on that."Puss," says the Dame,"Can you catch a rat,Or a mouse in the dark?""Purr," says the cat.How do you do, neighbour?How do you do, neighbour?Neighbour, how do you do?Very well, I thank you.How does Cousin Sue do?She is very well,And sends her love unto you,And so does Cousin Bell.Ah! how, pray, does she do?[Pg 314]"Oh, what have you got for dinner?""Oh, What have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond?""There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond.Dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!"John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two,John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two;Cry dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!""I have been to the ducks that are swimming in the pond,And they won't come to be killed, Mrs. Bond;I cried dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and the customers filled!"Mrs. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage,With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage;She cried, "Come, little wag-tails, come and be killed,For you shall be stuffed, and my customers filled!"[Pg 317]i207"Come, Little wag-tails, come and be killed."Lucy LocketLucy Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;Never a penny was there in it,Save the binding round it.[Pg 318]One, he lovesOne, he loves; two, he loves;Three, he loves, they say;Four, he loves with all his heart;Five, he casts away.Six, he loves; seven, she loves;Eight, they both love.Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.[Pg 319]Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, apothecary, ploughboy, thief.Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, apothecary, ploughboy, thief.[Pg 321]He loves meHe loves me,He don't!He'll have me,He won't!He would if he could,But he can't,So he don't!There once were two catsThere once were two cats of Kilkenny,Each thought there was one cat too many.So they fought and they fit,And they scratched and they bit,Till, excepting their nailsAnd the tips of their tails,Instead of two cats, there weren't any.[Pg 322]Three little kittensThree little kittens lost their mittens,And they began to cry,Oh! mother dear,We very much fearThat we have lost our mittens.Lost your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.No, you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.The three little kittens found their mittensAnd they began to cry,Oh! mother dear,See here, see here!See, we have found our mittens.[Pg 323]Put on your mittens,You silly kittens,And you shall have some pie.Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,Oh! let us have the pie!Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.The three little kittens put on their mittensAnd soon ate up the pie;Oh! mother dear,We greatly fear,That we have soiled our mittens.Soiled your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.[Pg 324]The three little kittens washed their mittens,And hung them up to dry;Oh! mother dear,Do you not hear,That we have washed our mittens?Washed your mittens!Oh! you're good kittens.But I smell a rat close by.Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.We smell a rat close by,Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.The cock's on the housetopThe cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;The maids in the meadows are making of hay,The ducks in the river are swimming away.[Pg 325]I do not like thee, Doctor FellI do not like thee, Doctor Fell,The reason why I cannot tell;But this I know, and know full well,I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.[Pg 326]My mammy's maidDingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,She stole oranges, I'm afraid;Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,She stole oranges, I do believe.I had a little castleI had a little castle upon the sea-shore,One half was water, the other was land;I opened the castle door, and guess what I found,I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.The cup was all gold, filled with wine,"Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine."My diddle dinkety poppety pet,The merchants of London they wear scarlet,Silken the collar and velvet the hem,Merrily march the merchant men.[Pg 327]"Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve.""Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve."[Pg 329]Little Betty BlueLittle Betty BlueLost her holiday shoe.What shall little Betty do?Buy her anotherTo match the other,And then she'll walk in two.[Pg 330]A nick and a nockA nick and a nock,A hen and cock,And a penny for my master.Great A, little AGreat A, little A,This pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing heigh-ho!Upon St. Paul's steepleUpon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree.As full of apples as may be,The little boys of London town,They run with hooks and pull them down;And then they run from hedge to hedgeUntil they come to London Bridge.[Pg 331]i214"They run with hooks and pull them down."[Pg 333]Cherries are ripeCherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,Give the baby some;Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,Baby must have none.Cherries are too sour to use,Babies are too young to choose;By-and-by, baked in a pie,Baby shall have some.Old Rhyme on Cutting NailsCut them on Monday, you cut them for health;Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;Cut them on Sunday, and you'll have ill-fortune all through the week.[Pg 334]Here a little child I standHere a little child I stand,Heaving up my either hand;Gold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For a benison to fallOn our meat and on us all!The EndThe End
i200Bryan O'LinBryan O'Lin and his wife and wife's mother,They all went over a bridge together:The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,"Mischief take all!" quoth Bryan O'Lin.Cold and rawCold and raw the north wind doth blow,Bleak in a morning early;All the hills are covered with snow,And winter's now come fairly.[Pg 295]January brings the snowJanuary brings the snow,Makes our feet and fingers glow.February brings the rain,Thaws the frozen lake again.March brings breezes loud and shrill,Stirs the dancing daffodil.April brings the primrose sweet,Scatters daisies at our feet.May brings flocks of pretty lambs,Skipping by their fleecy dams.June brings tulips, lilies, roses,Fills the children's hands with posies.Hot July brings cooling showers,Apricots and gillyflowers.[Pg 296]August brings the sheaves of corn,Then the hardest home is borne.Warm September brings the fruit,Sportsmen then begin to shoot.Fresh October brings the pheasant,Then to gather nuts is pleasant.Dull November brings the blast,Then the leaves are whirling fast.Chill December brings the sleet,Blazing fire and Christmas treat.Bye, baby buntingBye, baby bunting,Father's gone a-hunting,Mother's gone a-milking,Sister's gone a-silking,Brother's gone to buy a skinTo wrap the baby bunting in.[Pg 297]Ding, dong belli201aING, dong bell,Pussy's in the well!Who put her in?—Little Tommy Green.Who pulled her out?—Little Johnny Stout.What a naughty boy was thatTo drown poor pussy-cat,Who never did any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn.[Pg 298]Four and twenty tailorsFour and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man among 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 e'en now.What is the news of the day?What is the news of the day,Good neighbour, I pray?They say the balloonIs gone up to the moon![Pg 299]Two little kittensTwo little kittens, one stormy night,Began to quarrel and then to fight;One had a mouse, and the other had none,And that's the way the quarrel begun."I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat."You'llhave that mouse? We'll see about that!""Iwillhave that mouse," said the eldest son."Youshan'thave the mouse," said the little one.I told you before 'twas a stormy nightWhen these two little kittens began to fight;[Pg 300]The old woman seized her sweeping broom,And swept the two kittens right out of the room.The ground was covered with frost and snow,And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;So they laid them down on the mat at the door,While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,For they found it was better, that stormy night,To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.[Pg 301]i203What are Little Boys made of?What are little boys made of, made of,What are little boys made of?Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;And that's what little boys are made of, made of.What are little girls made of, made of, made of,What are little girls made of?Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;And that's what little girls are made of, made of.[Pg 302]As I was a-going by a little pig-styAs I was a-going by a little pig-sty,I saw a child's petticoat hanging to dry,I took off my jacket and hung it hard by,To bear the petticoat company.The wind blew high, and down they fell;Jacket and petticoat into the well.Into the well, into the well,Jacket and petticoat into the well.i204Three Wise Men of GothamThree wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl:And if the bowl had been stronger,My song would have been longer.[Pg 303]Jenny Wren fell sickJenny Wren fell sick,Upon a merry time;In came Robin RedbreastAnd brought her sops and wine."Eat well of the sop, Jenny,Drink well of the wine.""Thank you, Robin, kindly,You shall be mine."Jenny she got well,And stood upon her feet,And told Robin plainlyShe loved him not a bit.Robin being angry,Hopped upon a twig,Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you,Bold-faced jig!"[Pg 304]Sukey, you shall be my wife"Sukey, you shall be my wife,And I will tell you why:I have got a little pig,And you have got a sty;I have got a dun cow,And you can make good cheese,Sukey, will you have me?Say yes, if you please."Sukey she made answer,"For your cow and pig,I tell you, Jacky Jingle,I do not care a fig.[Pg 305]"I have got a puppy-dog,And a pussy-cat,And I have got another thingThat's better far than that."For I have got a velvet purseThat holds a hundred pound,'Twas left me by my grand-dadWho now lies underground."So if your cow and pigIs all you have in store,You may go home and mind 'em,For now your wooing's o'er."Says Jacky, "You're too hasty,I've got a horse and cart;And I have got a better thing,—I've got a constant heart.[Pg 306]"If that won't do, then you may layYour money on the shelf,I soon shall get another girlThat's better than yourself."Then says little Sue,"If your heart is true,This trouble we'll get through,If things are rightly carried."There's nothing more to do,'Twixt Jacky and his Sue;"None so happy as us two,For now we'll both be married!"Now after they were marriedSome good things to produce,Sukey's purse and hundred poundsWere quickly put in use;Sukey milked the cow,And to make good cheese did try,Jack drove his horse and cart,And minded pig and sty.[Pg 307]BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GOBLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GOi206bi206cLOW, 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 send us some hot in the morn.[Pg 308]This is the death of little Jenny WrenThis is the death ofLittle Jenny Wren,And what the doctorsAll said then.Jenny Wren was sick again,And Jenny Wren did die;The doctors vowed they'd cure her,Or know the reason why.Doctor Hawk felt her pulse,And, shaking his head,Said, "I fear I can't save her,Because she's quite dead."Doctor Hawk's a clever fellow,He pinched her wrist enough to kill her."She'll do very well yet,"Then said Doctor Fox,"If she takes but one pillFrom out of this box."[Pg 309]Ah! Doctor Fox,You are very cunning,For if she's dead,You will not get one in.With hartshorn in hand,Came Doctor Tom-Tit,Saying, "Really, good sirs,It's only a fit."You're right, Doctor Tit,You need make no doubt on,But death is a fitFolk seldom get out on.Doctor Cat says, "Indeed,I don't think she's dead,I believe if I try,She yet might be bled."[Pg 310]You need not a lancet,Miss Pussy, indeed,Your claws are enoughA poor Wren to bleed."I think, Puss, you're foolish,"Then says Doctor Goose,"For to bleed a dead WrenCan be of no use."Why, Doctor Goose,You're very wise,Your wisdom profoundMight Ganders surprise.Doctor Jack Ass then said,"See this balsam, I make it;She yet may surviveIf you get her to take it."[Pg 311]What you say, Doctor Ass,Perhaps may be true;I ne'er saw the dead drink, thoughPray, Doctor, did you?Doctor Owl then declaredThat the cause of her deathHe really believed, was——The want of more breath.Indeed, Doctor Owl,You are much in the right;You as well might have saidThat day was not night.Says Robin, "Get out,You're a parcel of quacks,Or I'll lay this good whipOn each of your backs."[Pg 312]Then Robin beganFor to bang them about,They stayed for no fees,They were glad to get out.Poor Robin long for Jenny grieves,At last he covered her with leaves;Yet near the place, a mournful lay,For Jenny Wren sings every day.Here comes a poor widow from BabylonHere comes a poor widow from Babylon,With six poor children all alone,One can bake, and one can brew,One can shape, and one can sew,One can bake a cake for the king.Come choose you east, come choose you west,Come choose you the one that you love best.[Pg 313]Dame Trot and her catDame Trot and her catSat down for to chat,The Dame sat on this side,And Puss sat on that."Puss," says the Dame,"Can you catch a rat,Or a mouse in the dark?""Purr," says the cat.How do you do, neighbour?How do you do, neighbour?Neighbour, how do you do?Very well, I thank you.How does Cousin Sue do?She is very well,And sends her love unto you,And so does Cousin Bell.Ah! how, pray, does she do?[Pg 314]"Oh, what have you got for dinner?""Oh, What have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond?""There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond.Dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!"John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two,John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two;Cry dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!""I have been to the ducks that are swimming in the pond,And they won't come to be killed, Mrs. Bond;I cried dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and the customers filled!"Mrs. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage,With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage;She cried, "Come, little wag-tails, come and be killed,For you shall be stuffed, and my customers filled!"[Pg 317]i207"Come, Little wag-tails, come and be killed."Lucy LocketLucy Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;Never a penny was there in it,Save the binding round it.[Pg 318]One, he lovesOne, he loves; two, he loves;Three, he loves, they say;Four, he loves with all his heart;Five, he casts away.Six, he loves; seven, she loves;Eight, they both love.Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.[Pg 319]Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, apothecary, ploughboy, thief.Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, apothecary, ploughboy, thief.[Pg 321]He loves meHe loves me,He don't!He'll have me,He won't!He would if he could,But he can't,So he don't!There once were two catsThere once were two cats of Kilkenny,Each thought there was one cat too many.So they fought and they fit,And they scratched and they bit,Till, excepting their nailsAnd the tips of their tails,Instead of two cats, there weren't any.[Pg 322]Three little kittensThree little kittens lost their mittens,And they began to cry,Oh! mother dear,We very much fearThat we have lost our mittens.Lost your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.No, you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.The three little kittens found their mittensAnd they began to cry,Oh! mother dear,See here, see here!See, we have found our mittens.[Pg 323]Put on your mittens,You silly kittens,And you shall have some pie.Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,Oh! let us have the pie!Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.The three little kittens put on their mittensAnd soon ate up the pie;Oh! mother dear,We greatly fear,That we have soiled our mittens.Soiled your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.[Pg 324]The three little kittens washed their mittens,And hung them up to dry;Oh! mother dear,Do you not hear,That we have washed our mittens?Washed your mittens!Oh! you're good kittens.But I smell a rat close by.Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.We smell a rat close by,Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.The cock's on the housetopThe cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;The maids in the meadows are making of hay,The ducks in the river are swimming away.[Pg 325]I do not like thee, Doctor FellI do not like thee, Doctor Fell,The reason why I cannot tell;But this I know, and know full well,I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.[Pg 326]My mammy's maidDingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,She stole oranges, I'm afraid;Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,She stole oranges, I do believe.I had a little castleI had a little castle upon the sea-shore,One half was water, the other was land;I opened the castle door, and guess what I found,I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.The cup was all gold, filled with wine,"Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine."My diddle dinkety poppety pet,The merchants of London they wear scarlet,Silken the collar and velvet the hem,Merrily march the merchant men.[Pg 327]"Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve.""Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve."[Pg 329]Little Betty BlueLittle Betty BlueLost her holiday shoe.What shall little Betty do?Buy her anotherTo match the other,And then she'll walk in two.[Pg 330]A nick and a nockA nick and a nock,A hen and cock,And a penny for my master.Great A, little AGreat A, little A,This pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing heigh-ho!Upon St. Paul's steepleUpon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree.As full of apples as may be,The little boys of London town,They run with hooks and pull them down;And then they run from hedge to hedgeUntil they come to London Bridge.[Pg 331]i214"They run with hooks and pull them down."[Pg 333]Cherries are ripeCherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,Give the baby some;Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,Baby must have none.Cherries are too sour to use,Babies are too young to choose;By-and-by, baked in a pie,Baby shall have some.Old Rhyme on Cutting NailsCut them on Monday, you cut them for health;Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;Cut them on Sunday, and you'll have ill-fortune all through the week.[Pg 334]Here a little child I standHere a little child I stand,Heaving up my either hand;Gold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For a benison to fallOn our meat and on us all!The EndThe End
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Bryan O'Lin
Bryan O'Lin and his wife and wife's mother,They all went over a bridge together:The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,"Mischief take all!" quoth Bryan O'Lin.
Cold and raw
Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,Bleak in a morning early;All the hills are covered with snow,And winter's now come fairly.
[Pg 295]
January brings the snow
January brings the snow,Makes our feet and fingers glow.February brings the rain,Thaws the frozen lake again.March brings breezes loud and shrill,Stirs the dancing daffodil.April brings the primrose sweet,Scatters daisies at our feet.May brings flocks of pretty lambs,Skipping by their fleecy dams.June brings tulips, lilies, roses,Fills the children's hands with posies.Hot July brings cooling showers,Apricots and gillyflowers.[Pg 296]August brings the sheaves of corn,Then the hardest home is borne.Warm September brings the fruit,Sportsmen then begin to shoot.Fresh October brings the pheasant,Then to gather nuts is pleasant.Dull November brings the blast,Then the leaves are whirling fast.Chill December brings the sleet,Blazing fire and Christmas treat.
Bye, baby bunting
Bye, baby bunting,Father's gone a-hunting,Mother's gone a-milking,Sister's gone a-silking,Brother's gone to buy a skinTo wrap the baby bunting in.
[Pg 297]
Ding, dong bell
ING, dong bell,Pussy's in the well!Who put her in?—Little Tommy Green.Who pulled her out?—Little Johnny Stout.What a naughty boy was thatTo drown poor pussy-cat,Who never did any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn.
[Pg 298]
Four and twenty tailors
Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man among 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 e'en now.
What is the news of the day?
What is the news of the day,Good neighbour, I pray?They say the balloonIs gone up to the moon!
[Pg 299]
Two little kittens
Two little kittens, one stormy night,Began to quarrel and then to fight;One had a mouse, and the other had none,And that's the way the quarrel begun."I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat."You'llhave that mouse? We'll see about that!""Iwillhave that mouse," said the eldest son."Youshan'thave the mouse," said the little one.I told you before 'twas a stormy nightWhen these two little kittens began to fight;[Pg 300]The old woman seized her sweeping broom,And swept the two kittens right out of the room.The ground was covered with frost and snow,And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;So they laid them down on the mat at the door,While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,For they found it was better, that stormy night,To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.
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What are Little Boys made of?
What are little boys made of, made of,What are little boys made of?Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;And that's what little boys are made of, made of.What are little girls made of, made of, made of,What are little girls made of?Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
[Pg 302]
As I was a-going by a little pig-sty
As I was a-going by a little pig-sty,I saw a child's petticoat hanging to dry,I took off my jacket and hung it hard by,To bear the petticoat company.The wind blew high, and down they fell;Jacket and petticoat into the well.Into the well, into the well,Jacket and petticoat into the well.
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Three Wise Men of Gotham
Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl:And if the bowl had been stronger,My song would have been longer.
[Pg 303]
Jenny Wren fell sick
Jenny Wren fell sick,Upon a merry time;In came Robin RedbreastAnd brought her sops and wine."Eat well of the sop, Jenny,Drink well of the wine.""Thank you, Robin, kindly,You shall be mine."Jenny she got well,And stood upon her feet,And told Robin plainlyShe loved him not a bit.Robin being angry,Hopped upon a twig,Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you,Bold-faced jig!"
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Sukey, you shall be my wife
"Sukey, you shall be my wife,And I will tell you why:I have got a little pig,And you have got a sty;I have got a dun cow,And you can make good cheese,Sukey, will you have me?Say yes, if you please."
Sukey she made answer,"For your cow and pig,I tell you, Jacky Jingle,I do not care a fig.[Pg 305]"I have got a puppy-dog,And a pussy-cat,And I have got another thingThat's better far than that."For I have got a velvet purseThat holds a hundred pound,'Twas left me by my grand-dadWho now lies underground."So if your cow and pigIs all you have in store,You may go home and mind 'em,For now your wooing's o'er."Says Jacky, "You're too hasty,I've got a horse and cart;And I have got a better thing,—I've got a constant heart.[Pg 306]"If that won't do, then you may layYour money on the shelf,I soon shall get another girlThat's better than yourself."Then says little Sue,"If your heart is true,This trouble we'll get through,If things are rightly carried."There's nothing more to do,'Twixt Jacky and his Sue;"None so happy as us two,For now we'll both be married!"Now after they were marriedSome good things to produce,Sukey's purse and hundred poundsWere quickly put in use;Sukey milked the cow,And to make good cheese did try,Jack drove his horse and cart,And minded pig and sty.
[Pg 307]
BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GO
BLOW WIND BLOW AND GO MILL GO
LOW, 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 send us some hot in the morn.
[Pg 308]
This is the death of little Jenny Wren
This is the death ofLittle Jenny Wren,And what the doctorsAll said then.Jenny Wren was sick again,And Jenny Wren did die;The doctors vowed they'd cure her,Or know the reason why.Doctor Hawk felt her pulse,And, shaking his head,Said, "I fear I can't save her,Because she's quite dead."Doctor Hawk's a clever fellow,He pinched her wrist enough to kill her."She'll do very well yet,"Then said Doctor Fox,"If she takes but one pillFrom out of this box."[Pg 309]Ah! Doctor Fox,You are very cunning,For if she's dead,You will not get one in.With hartshorn in hand,Came Doctor Tom-Tit,Saying, "Really, good sirs,It's only a fit."You're right, Doctor Tit,You need make no doubt on,But death is a fitFolk seldom get out on.Doctor Cat says, "Indeed,I don't think she's dead,I believe if I try,She yet might be bled."[Pg 310]You need not a lancet,Miss Pussy, indeed,Your claws are enoughA poor Wren to bleed."I think, Puss, you're foolish,"Then says Doctor Goose,"For to bleed a dead WrenCan be of no use."Why, Doctor Goose,You're very wise,Your wisdom profoundMight Ganders surprise.Doctor Jack Ass then said,"See this balsam, I make it;She yet may surviveIf you get her to take it."[Pg 311]What you say, Doctor Ass,Perhaps may be true;I ne'er saw the dead drink, thoughPray, Doctor, did you?Doctor Owl then declaredThat the cause of her deathHe really believed, was——The want of more breath.Indeed, Doctor Owl,You are much in the right;You as well might have saidThat day was not night.Says Robin, "Get out,You're a parcel of quacks,Or I'll lay this good whipOn each of your backs."[Pg 312]Then Robin beganFor to bang them about,They stayed for no fees,They were glad to get out.Poor Robin long for Jenny grieves,At last he covered her with leaves;Yet near the place, a mournful lay,For Jenny Wren sings every day.
Here comes a poor widow from Babylon
Here comes a poor widow from Babylon,With six poor children all alone,One can bake, and one can brew,One can shape, and one can sew,One can bake a cake for the king.Come choose you east, come choose you west,Come choose you the one that you love best.
[Pg 313]
Dame Trot and her cat
Dame Trot and her catSat down for to chat,The Dame sat on this side,And Puss sat on that."Puss," says the Dame,"Can you catch a rat,Or a mouse in the dark?""Purr," says the cat.
How do you do, neighbour?
How do you do, neighbour?Neighbour, how do you do?Very well, I thank you.How does Cousin Sue do?She is very well,And sends her love unto you,And so does Cousin Bell.Ah! how, pray, does she do?
[Pg 314]
"Oh, what have you got for dinner?"
"Oh, What have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond?""There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond.Dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!"John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two,John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two;Cry dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!""I have been to the ducks that are swimming in the pond,And they won't come to be killed, Mrs. Bond;I cried dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed,For you must be stuffed, and the customers filled!"Mrs. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage,With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage;She cried, "Come, little wag-tails, come and be killed,For you shall be stuffed, and my customers filled!"
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"Come, Little wag-tails, come and be killed."
Lucy Locket
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;
Never a penny was there in it,Save the binding round it.
[Pg 318]
One, he loves
One, he loves; two, he loves;Three, he loves, they say;Four, he loves with all his heart;
Five, he casts away.Six, he loves; seven, she loves;Eight, they both love.
Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.
[Pg 319]
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, apothecary, ploughboy, thief.
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, apothecary, ploughboy, thief.
[Pg 321]
He loves me
He loves me,He don't!He'll have me,He won't!He would if he could,But he can't,So he don't!
There once were two cats
There once were two cats of Kilkenny,Each thought there was one cat too many.So they fought and they fit,And they scratched and they bit,Till, excepting their nailsAnd the tips of their tails,Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
[Pg 322]
Three little kittens
Three little kittens lost their mittens,And they began to cry,Oh! mother dear,We very much fearThat we have lost our mittens.Lost your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.No, you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.The three little kittens found their mittensAnd they began to cry,Oh! mother dear,See here, see here!See, we have found our mittens.[Pg 323]Put on your mittens,You silly kittens,And you shall have some pie.Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,Oh! let us have the pie!Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.The three little kittens put on their mittensAnd soon ate up the pie;Oh! mother dear,We greatly fear,That we have soiled our mittens.Soiled your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.[Pg 324]The three little kittens washed their mittens,And hung them up to dry;Oh! mother dear,Do you not hear,That we have washed our mittens?Washed your mittens!Oh! you're good kittens.But I smell a rat close by.Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.We smell a rat close by,Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
The cock's on the housetop
The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;The maids in the meadows are making of hay,The ducks in the river are swimming away.
[Pg 325]
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.
[Pg 326]
My mammy's maid
Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,She stole oranges, I'm afraid;Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,She stole oranges, I do believe.
I had a little castle
I had a little castle upon the sea-shore,One half was water, the other was land;I opened the castle door, and guess what I found,I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.The cup was all gold, filled with wine,"Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine."
My diddle dinkety poppety pet,The merchants of London they wear scarlet,Silken the collar and velvet the hem,Merrily march the merchant men.
[Pg 327]
"Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve."
"Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve."
[Pg 329]
Little Betty Blue
Little Betty BlueLost her holiday shoe.
What shall little Betty do?Buy her anotherTo match the other,And then she'll walk in two.
[Pg 330]
A nick and a nock
A nick and a nock,A hen and cock,And a penny for my master.
Great A, little A
Great A, little A,This pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing heigh-ho!
Upon St. Paul's steeple
Upon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree.As full of apples as may be,The little boys of London town,They run with hooks and pull them down;And then they run from hedge to hedgeUntil they come to London Bridge.
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"They run with hooks and pull them down."
[Pg 333]
Cherries are ripe
Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,Give the baby some;Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe,Baby must have none.Cherries are too sour to use,Babies are too young to choose;By-and-by, baked in a pie,Baby shall have some.
Old Rhyme on Cutting Nails
Cut them on Monday, you cut them for health;Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;Cut them on Sunday, and you'll have ill-fortune all through the week.
[Pg 334]
Here a little child I stand
Here a little child I stand,Heaving up my either hand;Gold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For a benison to fallOn our meat and on us all!
The End
The End