Onemisty, moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather,He began to compliment, and I began to grin,How do you do? and how do you do?And how do you do again?
Onemisty, moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather,He began to compliment, and I began to grin,How do you do? and how do you do?And how do you do again?
Onemisty, moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather,He began to compliment, and I began to grin,How do you do? and how do you do?And how do you do again?
Onemisty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather,
He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
How do you do? and how do you do?
And how do you do again?
OldMother Goose, whenShe wanted to wander,Would ride through the airOn a very fine gander.Mother Goose had a house,’Twas built in a wood,Where an owl at the doorFor sentinel stood.This is her son Jack,A plain-looking lad,He is not very good,Nor yet very bad.She sent him to market,A live goose he bought,Here, mother, says he,It will not go for nought.Jack’s goose and her ganderGrew very fond;They’d both eat together,Or swim in one pond.Jack found one morning,As I have been told,His goose had laid himAn egg of pure gold.
OldMother Goose, whenShe wanted to wander,Would ride through the airOn a very fine gander.Mother Goose had a house,’Twas built in a wood,Where an owl at the doorFor sentinel stood.This is her son Jack,A plain-looking lad,He is not very good,Nor yet very bad.She sent him to market,A live goose he bought,Here, mother, says he,It will not go for nought.Jack’s goose and her ganderGrew very fond;They’d both eat together,Or swim in one pond.Jack found one morning,As I have been told,His goose had laid himAn egg of pure gold.
OldMother Goose, whenShe wanted to wander,Would ride through the airOn a very fine gander.
OldMother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,’Twas built in a wood,Where an owl at the doorFor sentinel stood.
Mother Goose had a house,
’Twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.
This is her son Jack,A plain-looking lad,He is not very good,Nor yet very bad.
This is her son Jack,
A plain-looking lad,
He is not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,A live goose he bought,Here, mother, says he,It will not go for nought.
She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought,
Here, mother, says he,
It will not go for nought.
Jack’s goose and her ganderGrew very fond;They’d both eat together,Or swim in one pond.
Jack’s goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They’d both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning,As I have been told,His goose had laid himAn egg of pure gold.
Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother,The news for to tell,She call’d him a good boy,And said it was well.Jack sold his gold eggTo a rogue of a Jew,Who cheated him out ofThe half of his due.Then Jack went a courtingA lady so gay,As fair as the lily,And sweet as the May.The old Mother GooseThat instant came in,And turned her son JackInto famed Harlequin.She then touched her wand,Touch’d the lady so fine,And turn’d her at onceInto sweet Columbine.Jack’s mother came in,And caught the goose soonAnd mounting its backFlew up to the moon.
Jack rode to his mother,The news for to tell,She call’d him a good boy,And said it was well.Jack sold his gold eggTo a rogue of a Jew,Who cheated him out ofThe half of his due.Then Jack went a courtingA lady so gay,As fair as the lily,And sweet as the May.The old Mother GooseThat instant came in,And turned her son JackInto famed Harlequin.She then touched her wand,Touch’d the lady so fine,And turn’d her at onceInto sweet Columbine.Jack’s mother came in,And caught the goose soonAnd mounting its backFlew up to the moon.
Jack rode to his mother,The news for to tell,She call’d him a good boy,And said it was well.
Jack rode to his mother,
The news for to tell,
She call’d him a good boy,
And said it was well.
Jack sold his gold eggTo a rogue of a Jew,Who cheated him out ofThe half of his due.
Jack sold his gold egg
To a rogue of a Jew,
Who cheated him out of
The half of his due.
Then Jack went a courtingA lady so gay,As fair as the lily,And sweet as the May.
Then Jack went a courting
A lady so gay,
As fair as the lily,
And sweet as the May.
The old Mother GooseThat instant came in,And turned her son JackInto famed Harlequin.
The old Mother Goose
That instant came in,
And turned her son Jack
Into famed Harlequin.
She then touched her wand,Touch’d the lady so fine,And turn’d her at onceInto sweet Columbine.
She then touched her wand,
Touch’d the lady so fine,
And turn’d her at once
Into sweet Columbine.
Jack’s mother came in,And caught the goose soonAnd mounting its backFlew up to the moon.
Jack’s mother came in,
And caught the goose soon
And mounting its back
Flew up to the moon.
One, two, buckle my shoe;Three, four, shut the door;Five, six, pick up sticks;Seven, eight, lay them straight;Nine, ten, a good fat hen;Eleven, twelve, who will delve?Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;Nineteen, twenty, my stomach’s empty,Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
One, two, buckle my shoe;Three, four, shut the door;Five, six, pick up sticks;Seven, eight, lay them straight;Nine, ten, a good fat hen;Eleven, twelve, who will delve?Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;Nineteen, twenty, my stomach’s empty,Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
One, two, buckle my shoe;Three, four, shut the door;Five, six, pick up sticks;Seven, eight, lay them straight;Nine, ten, a good fat hen;Eleven, twelve, who will delve?Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;Nineteen, twenty, my stomach’s empty,Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
One, two, buckle my shoe;
Three, four, shut the door;
Five, six, pick up sticks;
Seven, eight, lay them straight;
Nine, ten, a good fat hen;
Eleven, twelve, who will delve?
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;
Nineteen, twenty, my stomach’s empty,
Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
Oldmother Twitchet had but one eye,And a long tail which she let fly;And every time she went over a gap,She left a bit of her tail in a trap.[A needle and thread.]
Oldmother Twitchet had but one eye,And a long tail which she let fly;And every time she went over a gap,She left a bit of her tail in a trap.[A needle and thread.]
Oldmother Twitchet had but one eye,And a long tail which she let fly;And every time she went over a gap,She left a bit of her tail in a trap.
Oldmother Twitchet had but one eye,
And a long tail which she let fly;
And every time she went over a gap,
She left a bit of her tail in a trap.
[A needle and thread.]
[A needle and thread.]
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been,I’ve been to London to look at the Queen?Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?I frighten’d a little mouse under the chair.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been,I’ve been to London to look at the Queen?Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?I frighten’d a little mouse under the chair.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been,I’ve been to London to look at the Queen?Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?I frighten’d a little mouse under the chair.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been,
I’ve been to London to look at the Queen?
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frighten’d a little mouse under the chair.
Peter Piperpicked a peck of pepper,A peck of pepper Peter Piper picked.If Peter Piper picked a peck of pepper,Where’s the peck of pepper Peter Piper picked?
Peter Piperpicked a peck of pepper,A peck of pepper Peter Piper picked.If Peter Piper picked a peck of pepper,Where’s the peck of pepper Peter Piper picked?
Peter Piperpicked a peck of pepper,A peck of pepper Peter Piper picked.If Peter Piper picked a peck of pepper,Where’s the peck of pepper Peter Piper picked?
Peter Piperpicked a peck of pepper,
A peck of pepper Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pepper,
Where’s the peck of pepper Peter Piper picked?
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man;So I will, master, as fast as I can:Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with B,Put it in the oven for Baby and me.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man;So I will, master, as fast as I can:Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with B,Put it in the oven for Baby and me.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man;So I will, master, as fast as I can:Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with B,Put it in the oven for Baby and me.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man;
So I will, master, as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with B,
Put it in the oven for Baby and me.
PittyPatty Polt,Shoe the wild colt,Here a nail,And there a nail,Pitty Patty Polt.
PittyPatty Polt,Shoe the wild colt,Here a nail,And there a nail,Pitty Patty Polt.
PittyPatty Polt,Shoe the wild colt,Here a nail,And there a nail,Pitty Patty Polt.
PittyPatty Polt,
Shoe the wild colt,
Here a nail,
And there a nail,
Pitty Patty Polt.
Pussycat Mole,Jumped over a coal,And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole;Poor Pussy’s weeping, she’ll have no more milk,Until her best petticoat’s mended with silk.
Pussycat Mole,Jumped over a coal,And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole;Poor Pussy’s weeping, she’ll have no more milk,Until her best petticoat’s mended with silk.
Pussycat Mole,Jumped over a coal,And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole;Poor Pussy’s weeping, she’ll have no more milk,Until her best petticoat’s mended with silk.
Pussycat Mole,
Jumped over a coal,
And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole;
Poor Pussy’s weeping, she’ll have no more milk,
Until her best petticoat’s mended with silk.
Pollyput the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,And let’s drink tea.Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,It will all boil away.Blow the fire and make the toast,Put the muffins down to roast,Blow the fire and make the toast,We’ll all have tea.
Pollyput the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,And let’s drink tea.Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,It will all boil away.Blow the fire and make the toast,Put the muffins down to roast,Blow the fire and make the toast,We’ll all have tea.
Pollyput the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,And let’s drink tea.
Pollyput the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
And let’s drink tea.
Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,It will all boil away.
Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
It will all boil away.
Blow the fire and make the toast,Put the muffins down to roast,Blow the fire and make the toast,We’ll all have tea.
Blow the fire and make the toast,
Put the muffins down to roast,
Blow the fire and make the toast,
We’ll all have tea.
Quixote Quicksightquiz’d a queerish quidbox,A queerish quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz’d;If Quixote Quicksight quiz’d a queerish quidbox,Where’s the queerish quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz’d?
Quixote Quicksightquiz’d a queerish quidbox,A queerish quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz’d;If Quixote Quicksight quiz’d a queerish quidbox,Where’s the queerish quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz’d?
Quixote Quicksightquiz’d a queerish quidbox,A queerish quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz’d;If Quixote Quicksight quiz’d a queerish quidbox,Where’s the queerish quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz’d?
Quixote Quicksightquiz’d a queerish quidbox,
A queerish quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz’d;
If Quixote Quicksight quiz’d a queerish quidbox,
Where’s the queerish quidbox Quixote Quicksight quiz’d?
Ride, baby, ride!Pretty baby shall ride,And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,To see her grandmother,To see her grandmother.
Ride, baby, ride!Pretty baby shall ride,And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,To see her grandmother,To see her grandmother.
Ride, baby, ride!Pretty baby shall ride,And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,To see her grandmother,To see her grandmother.
Ride, baby, ride!
Pretty baby shall ride,
And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,
And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,
And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,
To see her grandmother,
To see her grandmother.
Ringthe bell!Knock at the door!Lift up the latch!And walk in!
Ringthe bell!Knock at the door!Lift up the latch!And walk in!
Ringthe bell!Knock at the door!Lift up the latch!And walk in!
Ringthe bell!
Knock at the door!
Lift up the latch!
And walk in!
Robinand Richard were two pretty men;They lay in bed till the clock struck ten:Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,O, brother Richard! the sun’s very high.You go first with bottle and bag,And I’ll come after on little Jack Nag;You go first, and open the gate,And I’ll come after, and break your pate.
Robinand Richard were two pretty men;They lay in bed till the clock struck ten:Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,O, brother Richard! the sun’s very high.You go first with bottle and bag,And I’ll come after on little Jack Nag;You go first, and open the gate,And I’ll come after, and break your pate.
Robinand Richard were two pretty men;They lay in bed till the clock struck ten:Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,O, brother Richard! the sun’s very high.
Robinand Richard were two pretty men;
They lay in bed till the clock struck ten:
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,
O, brother Richard! the sun’s very high.
You go first with bottle and bag,And I’ll come after on little Jack Nag;You go first, and open the gate,And I’ll come after, and break your pate.
You go first with bottle and bag,
And I’ll come after on little Jack Nag;
You go first, and open the gate,
And I’ll come after, and break your pate.
Ruba dub dub,Three men in a tub;The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;All jumped out of a rotten potato.
Ruba dub dub,Three men in a tub;The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;All jumped out of a rotten potato.
Ruba dub dub,Three men in a tub;The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;All jumped out of a rotten potato.
Ruba dub dub,
Three men in a tub;
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker;
All jumped out of a rotten potato.
Rain, rainGo away,Come againAnother day;Little JohnnyWants to play.
Rain, rainGo away,Come againAnother day;Little JohnnyWants to play.
Rain, rainGo away,Come againAnother day;Little JohnnyWants to play.
Rain, rain
Go away,
Come again
Another day;
Little Johnny
Wants to play.
Ridea cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old woman ride on a white horse;With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.
Ridea cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old woman ride on a white horse;With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.
Ridea cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old woman ride on a white horse;With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.
Ridea cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old woman ride on a white horse;
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.
Kiss in the Ring.
[This popular game is honored with a variety of jingles, but generally commencing—]
Sally, Sally Waters, sprinkle in the pan,Hie, Sally! Hie, Sally, for a young man!Choose for the best,Choose for the worst,Choose for the prettiest that you love best.
Sally, Sally Waters, sprinkle in the pan,Hie, Sally! Hie, Sally, for a young man!Choose for the best,Choose for the worst,Choose for the prettiest that you love best.
Sally, Sally Waters, sprinkle in the pan,Hie, Sally! Hie, Sally, for a young man!Choose for the best,Choose for the worst,Choose for the prettiest that you love best.
Sally, Sally Waters, sprinkle in the pan,
Hie, Sally! Hie, Sally, for a young man!
Choose for the best,
Choose for the worst,
Choose for the prettiest that you love best.
Sing, song, the days are long,The woodcock and the sparrow;The little dog has burnt his tail,And he shall hang to-morrow.
Sing, song, the days are long,The woodcock and the sparrow;The little dog has burnt his tail,And he shall hang to-morrow.
Sing, song, the days are long,The woodcock and the sparrow;The little dog has burnt his tail,And he shall hang to-morrow.
Sing, song, the days are long,
The woodcock and the sparrow;
The little dog has burnt his tail,
And he shall hang to-morrow.
See, saw, Margery Daw,Johnny shall have a new master:He shall have but a penny a day,Because he can’t work any faster.
See, saw, Margery Daw,Johnny shall have a new master:He shall have but a penny a day,Because he can’t work any faster.
See, saw, Margery Daw,Johnny shall have a new master:He shall have but a penny a day,Because he can’t work any faster.
See, saw, Margery Daw,
Johnny shall have a new master:
He shall have but a penny a day,
Because he can’t work any faster.
See, saw, Margery Daw,Sold her bed and lay upon straw:Was not she a dirty slut,To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!
See, saw, Margery Daw,Sold her bed and lay upon straw:Was not she a dirty slut,To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!
See, saw, Margery Daw,Sold her bed and lay upon straw:Was not she a dirty slut,To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!
See, saw, Margery Daw,
Sold her bed and lay upon straw:
Was not she a dirty slut,
To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!
See, saw, sacradown,Which is the way to London town?One foot up, the other foot down,That is the way to London town.
See, saw, sacradown,Which is the way to London town?One foot up, the other foot down,That is the way to London town.
See, saw, sacradown,Which is the way to London town?One foot up, the other foot down,That is the way to London town.
See, saw, sacradown,
Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
That is the way to London town.
Snail, snail, come out of your hole,Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.
Snail, snail, come out of your hole,Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.
Snail, snail, come out of your hole,Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.
Snail, snail, come out of your hole,
Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.
Singa song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie;When the pie was open’d,The birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dish,To set before the king?The king was in his counting-house,Counting out his money;The queen was in the parlour,Eating bread and honey.The maid was in the garden,Hanging out the clothes;Down came a blackbird,And pecked off her nose.
Singa song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie;When the pie was open’d,The birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dish,To set before the king?The king was in his counting-house,Counting out his money;The queen was in the parlour,Eating bread and honey.The maid was in the garden,Hanging out the clothes;Down came a blackbird,And pecked off her nose.
Singa song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie;
Singa song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was open’d,The birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dish,To set before the king?
When the pie was open’d,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting-house,Counting out his money;The queen was in the parlour,Eating bread and honey.
The king was in his counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,Hanging out the clothes;Down came a blackbird,And pecked off her nose.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
Down came a blackbird,
And pecked off her nose.
SimpleSimon met a piemanGoing to the fair:Says Simple Simon to the pieman,“Let me taste your ware.”Says the pieman to Simple Simon,“Shew me first your penny.”Says Simple Simon to the pieman,“Indeed I have not any.”Simple Simon went a fishingFor to catch a whale;All the water he had gotWas in his mother’s pail.Simple Simon went to lookIf plums grew on a thistle;He prick’d his fingers very much,Which made poor Simon whistle.
SimpleSimon met a piemanGoing to the fair:Says Simple Simon to the pieman,“Let me taste your ware.”Says the pieman to Simple Simon,“Shew me first your penny.”Says Simple Simon to the pieman,“Indeed I have not any.”Simple Simon went a fishingFor to catch a whale;All the water he had gotWas in his mother’s pail.Simple Simon went to lookIf plums grew on a thistle;He prick’d his fingers very much,Which made poor Simon whistle.
SimpleSimon met a piemanGoing to the fair:Says Simple Simon to the pieman,“Let me taste your ware.”
SimpleSimon met a pieman
Going to the fair:
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“Let me taste your ware.”
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,“Shew me first your penny.”Says Simple Simon to the pieman,“Indeed I have not any.”
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
“Shew me first your penny.”
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“Indeed I have not any.”
Simple Simon went a fishingFor to catch a whale;All the water he had gotWas in his mother’s pail.
Simple Simon went a fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother’s pail.
Simple Simon went to lookIf plums grew on a thistle;He prick’d his fingers very much,Which made poor Simon whistle.
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He prick’d his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
Shoethe colt, shoe the colt,Shoe the grey mare;If the colt won’t be shod,Let him go bare.
Shoethe colt, shoe the colt,Shoe the grey mare;If the colt won’t be shod,Let him go bare.
Shoethe colt, shoe the colt,Shoe the grey mare;If the colt won’t be shod,Let him go bare.
Shoethe colt, shoe the colt,
Shoe the grey mare;
If the colt won’t be shod,
Let him go bare.
Sing, sing, what shall I sing?Puss has stolen the pudding-string!Do, do, what shall I do?Puss has bit it quite in two!
Sing, sing, what shall I sing?Puss has stolen the pudding-string!Do, do, what shall I do?Puss has bit it quite in two!
Sing, sing, what shall I sing?Puss has stolen the pudding-string!Do, do, what shall I do?Puss has bit it quite in two!
Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
Puss has stolen the pudding-string!
Do, do, what shall I do?
Puss has bit it quite in two!
Therewas a man in double deed,Who sow’d his garden full of seed;And when the seed began to grow,’Twas like a garden full of snow;And when the snow began to fall,’Twas like a bird upon the wall;And when the bird away did fly,’Twas like an eagle in the sky;And when the sky began to roar,’Twas like a lion at the door;And when the door began to crack,’Twas like a stick across your back;And when your back began to smart,’Twas like a penknife in your heart;And when your heart began to bleed,You’re dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
Therewas a man in double deed,Who sow’d his garden full of seed;And when the seed began to grow,’Twas like a garden full of snow;And when the snow began to fall,’Twas like a bird upon the wall;And when the bird away did fly,’Twas like an eagle in the sky;And when the sky began to roar,’Twas like a lion at the door;And when the door began to crack,’Twas like a stick across your back;And when your back began to smart,’Twas like a penknife in your heart;And when your heart began to bleed,You’re dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
Therewas a man in double deed,Who sow’d his garden full of seed;And when the seed began to grow,’Twas like a garden full of snow;And when the snow began to fall,’Twas like a bird upon the wall;And when the bird away did fly,’Twas like an eagle in the sky;And when the sky began to roar,’Twas like a lion at the door;And when the door began to crack,’Twas like a stick across your back;And when your back began to smart,’Twas like a penknife in your heart;And when your heart began to bleed,You’re dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
Therewas a man in double deed,
Who sow’d his garden full of seed;
And when the seed began to grow,
’Twas like a garden full of snow;
And when the snow began to fall,
’Twas like a bird upon the wall;
And when the bird away did fly,
’Twas like an eagle in the sky;
And when the sky began to roar,
’Twas like a lion at the door;
And when the door began to crack,
’Twas like a stick across your back;
And when your back began to smart,
’Twas like a penknife in your heart;
And when your heart began to bleed,
You’re dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
Threewise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl,If the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Threewise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl,If the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Threewise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl,If the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Threewise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl,
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
Therewas a little man,And he had a little gun,And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead;He shot Johnny SprigThrough the middle of the wig,And he knocked it right off his head, head, head.
Therewas a little man,And he had a little gun,And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead;He shot Johnny SprigThrough the middle of the wig,And he knocked it right off his head, head, head.
Therewas a little man,And he had a little gun,And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead;He shot Johnny SprigThrough the middle of the wig,And he knocked it right off his head, head, head.
Therewas a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead;
He shot Johnny Sprig
Through the middle of the wig,
And he knocked it right off his head, head, head.
TheQueen of Hearts,She made some tarts,All on a summer’s day:The Knave of Hearts,He stole the tarts,And took them clean away.The King of Hearts,Call’d for the tarts,And beat the knave full sore:The Knave of HeartsBrought back the tarts,And vow’d he’d steal no more.
TheQueen of Hearts,She made some tarts,All on a summer’s day:The Knave of Hearts,He stole the tarts,And took them clean away.The King of Hearts,Call’d for the tarts,And beat the knave full sore:The Knave of HeartsBrought back the tarts,And vow’d he’d steal no more.
TheQueen of Hearts,She made some tarts,All on a summer’s day:The Knave of Hearts,He stole the tarts,And took them clean away.The King of Hearts,Call’d for the tarts,And beat the knave full sore:The Knave of HeartsBrought back the tarts,And vow’d he’d steal no more.
TheQueen of Hearts,
She made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day:
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts,
Call’d for the tarts,
And beat the knave full sore:
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vow’d he’d steal no more.
Thelion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum-cake,And sent them out of the town.
Thelion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum-cake,And sent them out of the town.
Thelion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum-cake,And sent them out of the town.
Thelion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown;
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake,
And sent them out of the town.
Thenorth wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then?Poor thing!He’ll sit in a barn,To keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing.
Thenorth wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then?Poor thing!He’ll sit in a barn,To keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing.
Thenorth wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then?Poor thing!He’ll sit in a barn,To keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing.
Thenorth wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
Poor thing!
He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.
Taffywas a Welchman, Taffy was a thief;Taffy came to my house, and stole a piece of beef:I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not at home;Taffy came to my house, and stole a marrow-bone:I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed,I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.
Taffywas a Welchman, Taffy was a thief;Taffy came to my house, and stole a piece of beef:I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not at home;Taffy came to my house, and stole a marrow-bone:I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed,I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.
Taffywas a Welchman, Taffy was a thief;Taffy came to my house, and stole a piece of beef:I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not at home;Taffy came to my house, and stole a marrow-bone:I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed,I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.
Taffywas a Welchman, Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house, and stole a piece of beef:
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not at home;
Taffy came to my house, and stole a marrow-bone:
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed,
I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.
Therewas a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Therewas a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Therewas a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Therewas a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Theman in the moon,Came down too soon,And ask’d his way to Norwich;He went by the south,And burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease-porridge.
Theman in the moon,Came down too soon,And ask’d his way to Norwich;He went by the south,And burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease-porridge.
Theman in the moon,Came down too soon,And ask’d his way to Norwich;He went by the south,And burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease-porridge.
Theman in the moon,
Came down too soon,
And ask’d his way to Norwich;
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth
With eating cold pease-porridge.
Therewas an old soldier of Bister,Went walking one day with his sister;When a cow at a poke,Toss’d her into an oak,Before the old gentleman miss’d her.
Therewas an old soldier of Bister,Went walking one day with his sister;When a cow at a poke,Toss’d her into an oak,Before the old gentleman miss’d her.
Therewas an old soldier of Bister,Went walking one day with his sister;When a cow at a poke,Toss’d her into an oak,Before the old gentleman miss’d her.
Therewas an old soldier of Bister,
Went walking one day with his sister;
When a cow at a poke,
Toss’d her into an oak,
Before the old gentleman miss’d her.
Therewas an old woman who lived in a shoe,She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread,She whipp’d them all soundly, and sent them to bed.
Therewas an old woman who lived in a shoe,She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread,She whipp’d them all soundly, and sent them to bed.
Therewas an old woman who lived in a shoe,She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread,She whipp’d them all soundly, and sent them to bed.
Therewas an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She whipp’d them all soundly, and sent them to bed.
Therewas an old woman, and what do you think?She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;This plaguy old woman could never be quiet.She went to the baker to buy her some bread,And when she came home her old husband was dead;She went to the clerk to toll the bell,And when she came back her old husband was well.
Therewas an old woman, and what do you think?She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;This plaguy old woman could never be quiet.She went to the baker to buy her some bread,And when she came home her old husband was dead;She went to the clerk to toll the bell,And when she came back her old husband was well.
Therewas an old woman, and what do you think?She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;This plaguy old woman could never be quiet.She went to the baker to buy her some bread,And when she came home her old husband was dead;She went to the clerk to toll the bell,And when she came back her old husband was well.
Therewas an old woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;
This plaguy old woman could never be quiet.
She went to the baker to buy her some bread,
And when she came home her old husband was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
And when she came back her old husband was well.
[A Song set to fingers or toes.]
1.Thispig went to market;2. This pig staid at home;3. This pig had plenty to eat,4. But this pig had none;5. And this little pig said, Wee, wee, wee!All the way home.
1.Thispig went to market;2. This pig staid at home;3. This pig had plenty to eat,4. But this pig had none;5. And this little pig said, Wee, wee, wee!All the way home.
1.Thispig went to market;2. This pig staid at home;3. This pig had plenty to eat,4. But this pig had none;5. And this little pig said, Wee, wee, wee!All the way home.
Thispig went to market;
2. This pig staid at home;
3. This pig had plenty to eat,
4. But this pig had none;
5. And this little pig said, Wee, wee, wee!
All the way home.
Therewas an old man of Thessaly,And he was wondrous wise,He jumped into a quickset hedge,And scratch’d out both his eyes;But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and main,He jump’d into a holly-bush,And scratch’d them in again.
Therewas an old man of Thessaly,And he was wondrous wise,He jumped into a quickset hedge,And scratch’d out both his eyes;But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and main,He jump’d into a holly-bush,And scratch’d them in again.
Therewas an old man of Thessaly,And he was wondrous wise,He jumped into a quickset hedge,And scratch’d out both his eyes;But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and main,He jump’d into a holly-bush,And scratch’d them in again.
Therewas an old man of Thessaly,
And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a quickset hedge,
And scratch’d out both his eyes;
But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main,
He jump’d into a holly-bush,
And scratch’d them in again.
Therewas an old womanLived under a hill;And if she’s not gone,She lives there still.
Therewas an old womanLived under a hill;And if she’s not gone,She lives there still.
Therewas an old womanLived under a hill;And if she’s not gone,She lives there still.
Therewas an old woman
Lived under a hill;
And if she’s not gone,
She lives there still.
Therewas a fat man of Bombay,Who was smoking one sun-shiny day,When a bird, called a snipe,Flew away with his pipe,Which vex’d the fat man of Bombay.
Therewas a fat man of Bombay,Who was smoking one sun-shiny day,When a bird, called a snipe,Flew away with his pipe,Which vex’d the fat man of Bombay.
Therewas a fat man of Bombay,Who was smoking one sun-shiny day,When a bird, called a snipe,Flew away with his pipe,Which vex’d the fat man of Bombay.
Therewas a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sun-shiny day,
When a bird, called a snipe,
Flew away with his pipe,
Which vex’d the fat man of Bombay.
Theman in the wilderness ask’d of me,How many strawberries grew in the sea?I answer’d him, as I thought good,As many red herrings as grew in the wood.
Theman in the wilderness ask’d of me,How many strawberries grew in the sea?I answer’d him, as I thought good,As many red herrings as grew in the wood.
Theman in the wilderness ask’d of me,How many strawberries grew in the sea?I answer’d him, as I thought good,As many red herrings as grew in the wood.
Theman in the wilderness ask’d of me,
How many strawberries grew in the sea?
I answer’d him, as I thought good,
As many red herrings as grew in the wood.
Therewas 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.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.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,“Lauk a mercy on 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,“Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!”
Therewas 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.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.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,“Lauk a mercy on 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,“Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!”
Therewas 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.
Therewas 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.
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.
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.
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,“Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!”
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,
“Lauk a mercy on 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.”
“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,“Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!”
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,
“Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!”
Therewere two birds sat on a stone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;One flew away, and then there was one,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;The other flew after, and then there was none,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;And so the poor stone was left all alone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!
Therewere two birds sat on a stone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;One flew away, and then there was one,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;The other flew after, and then there was none,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;And so the poor stone was left all alone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!
Therewere two birds sat on a stone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;One flew away, and then there was one,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;The other flew after, and then there was none,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;And so the poor stone was left all alone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!
Therewere two birds sat on a stone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
One flew away, and then there was one,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after, and then there was none,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!
Twolegs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg;Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,Throws it after four legs,And makes him bring back one leg.
Twolegs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg;Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,Throws it after four legs,And makes him bring back one leg.
Twolegs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg;Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,Throws it after four legs,And makes him bring back one leg.
Twolegs sat upon three legs,
With one leg in his lap;
In comes four legs,
And runs away with one leg;
Up jumps two legs,
Catches up three legs,
Throws it after four legs,
And makes him bring back one leg.
Thegirl in the lane, that couldn’t speak plain,Cried gobble, gobble, gobble:The man on the hill that could’nt stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
Thegirl in the lane, that couldn’t speak plain,Cried gobble, gobble, gobble:The man on the hill that could’nt stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
Thegirl in the lane, that couldn’t speak plain,Cried gobble, gobble, gobble:The man on the hill that could’nt stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
Thegirl in the lane, that couldn’t speak plain,
Cried gobble, gobble, gobble:
The man on the hill that could’nt stand still,
Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
Therewas a monkey climbed 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.There was an old wife did eat an apple,When she eat two, she had eat 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 clouting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.There was a navy went into Spain,When it return’d it came again.
Therewas a monkey climbed 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.There was an old wife did eat an apple,When she eat two, she had eat 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 clouting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.There was a navy went into Spain,When it return’d it came again.
Therewas a monkey climbed up a tree,When he fell down, then down fell he.
Therewas a monkey climbed 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.
There was a crow sat on a stone,
When he was gone, then there was none.
There was an old wife did eat an apple,When she eat two, she had eat a couple.
There was an old wife did eat an apple,
When she eat two, she had eat a couple.
There was a horse going to the mill,When he went on, he stood not still.
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 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 lackey ran a race,
When he ran fast, he ran apace.
There was a cobbler clouting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.
There was a cobbler clouting shoon,
When they were mended, they were done.
There was a navy went into Spain,When it return’d it came again.
There was a navy went into Spain,
When it return’d it came again.
Therewas a little guinea-pig,Who, being little, was not big,He always walked upon his feet,And never fasted when he eat.When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And when 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, I am told by men of sense,He never has been living since.
Therewas a little guinea-pig,Who, being little, was not big,He always walked upon his feet,And never fasted when he eat.When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And when 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, I am told by men of sense,He never has been living since.
Therewas a little guinea-pig,Who, being little, was not big,He always walked upon his feet,And never fasted when he eat.
Therewas a little guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big,
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And when he ran, as I am told,He ne’er stood still for young or old.
When from a place he ran away,
He never at that place did stay;
And when 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.
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, I am told by men of sense,He never has been living since.
One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died;
And, I am told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.
Therewas an old woman toss’d up in a basket,Nineteen times as high as the moon,Where she was going I couldn’t but ask it,For in her hand she carried a broom.“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I,“O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?”“To brush the cobwebs off the sky!”“Shall I go with thee?” “Aye, by and by.”
Therewas an old woman toss’d up in a basket,Nineteen times as high as the moon,Where she was going I couldn’t but ask it,For in her hand she carried a broom.“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I,“O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?”“To brush the cobwebs off the sky!”“Shall I go with thee?” “Aye, by and by.”
Therewas an old woman toss’d up in a basket,Nineteen times as high as the moon,Where she was going I couldn’t but ask it,For in her hand she carried a broom.
Therewas an old woman toss’d up in a basket,
Nineteen times as high as the moon,
Where she was going I couldn’t but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I,“O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?”“To brush the cobwebs off the sky!”“Shall I go with thee?” “Aye, by and by.”
“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I,
“O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?”
“To brush the cobwebs off the sky!”
“Shall I go with thee?” “Aye, by and by.”
Threeblind mice, see how they run!They all ran after the farmer’s wife,Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did you ever see such fools in your life?Three blind mice.
Threeblind mice, see how they run!They all ran after the farmer’s wife,Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did you ever see such fools in your life?Three blind mice.
Threeblind mice, see how they run!They all ran after the farmer’s wife,Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did you ever see such fools in your life?Three blind mice.
Threeblind mice, see how they run!
They all ran after the farmer’s wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such fools in your life?
Three blind mice.
Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn,Long back’d GrayCarried it away.Old Mid-man sat and saw,But Peesy-weesy, paid for a’.
Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn,Long back’d GrayCarried it away.Old Mid-man sat and saw,But Peesy-weesy, paid for a’.
Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn,Long back’d GrayCarried it away.Old Mid-man sat and saw,But Peesy-weesy, paid for a’.
Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,
Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn,
Long back’d Gray
Carried it away.
Old Mid-man sat and saw,
But Peesy-weesy, paid for a’.
Therewas an old man,And he had a calf,And that’s half;He took him out of the stall,And put him on the wall;And that’s all.
Therewas an old man,And he had a calf,And that’s half;He took him out of the stall,And put him on the wall;And that’s all.
Therewas an old man,And he had a calf,And that’s half;He took him out of the stall,And put him on the wall;And that’s all.
Therewas an old man,
And he had a calf,
And that’s half;
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall;
And that’s all.
Therewas an old woman called Nothing-at-all,Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small:A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
Therewas an old woman called Nothing-at-all,Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small:A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
Therewas an old woman called Nothing-at-all,Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small:A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
Therewas an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small:
A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
Thisis the way the ladies ride;Tri, tre, tre, tree,Tri, tre, tre, tree!This is the way the ladies ride,Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri-tre-tre-tree!This is the way the gentlemen ride;Gallop-a-trot,Gallop-a-trot!This is the way the gentlemen ride,Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!This is the way the farmers ride;Hobbledy-hoy,Hobbledy-hoy!This is the way the farmers ride,Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!
Thisis the way the ladies ride;Tri, tre, tre, tree,Tri, tre, tre, tree!This is the way the ladies ride,Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri-tre-tre-tree!This is the way the gentlemen ride;Gallop-a-trot,Gallop-a-trot!This is the way the gentlemen ride,Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!This is the way the farmers ride;Hobbledy-hoy,Hobbledy-hoy!This is the way the farmers ride,Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!
Thisis the way the ladies ride;Tri, tre, tre, tree,Tri, tre, tre, tree!This is the way the ladies ride,Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri-tre-tre-tree!
Thisis the way the ladies ride;
Tri, tre, tre, tree,
Tri, tre, tre, tree!
This is the way the ladies ride,
Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri-tre-tre-tree!
This is the way the gentlemen ride;Gallop-a-trot,Gallop-a-trot!This is the way the gentlemen ride,Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the gentlemen ride;
Gallop-a-trot,
Gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the farmers ride;Hobbledy-hoy,Hobbledy-hoy!This is the way the farmers ride,Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride;
Hobbledy-hoy,
Hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride,
Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!
Thecuckoo’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.
Thecuckoo’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.
Thecuckoo’s a fine bird,He sings as he flies;He brings us good tidings,He tells us no lies.
Thecuckoo’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.
He sucks little birds’ eggs,
To make his voice clear;
And when he sings “Cuckoo!”
The summer is near.
Tomhe was a piper’s son,He learned to play when he was young;But all the tune that he could play,Was “Over the hills and far away.”But Tom with his pipe made such a noise,That he pleased both the girls and boys;And they stopp’d to hear him play,“Over the hills and far away.”Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,That those who heard him could never keep still;Whenever they heard they began for to dance,Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.As Dolly was milking her cow one day,Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;So Doll and the cow danced “the Cheshire round,”Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,He used his pipe, and she used her legs;She danced about till the eggs were all broke,She began for to fret, but he laugh’d at the joke.He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;He took out his pipe and play’d them a tune,And the jackass’s load was lighten’d full soon.
Tomhe was a piper’s son,He learned to play when he was young;But all the tune that he could play,Was “Over the hills and far away.”But Tom with his pipe made such a noise,That he pleased both the girls and boys;And they stopp’d to hear him play,“Over the hills and far away.”Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,That those who heard him could never keep still;Whenever they heard they began for to dance,Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.As Dolly was milking her cow one day,Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;So Doll and the cow danced “the Cheshire round,”Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,He used his pipe, and she used her legs;She danced about till the eggs were all broke,She began for to fret, but he laugh’d at the joke.He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;He took out his pipe and play’d them a tune,And the jackass’s load was lighten’d full soon.
Tomhe was a piper’s son,He learned to play when he was young;But all the tune that he could play,Was “Over the hills and far away.”
Tomhe was a piper’s son,
He learned to play when he was young;
But all the tune that he could play,
Was “Over the hills and far away.”
But Tom with his pipe made such a noise,That he pleased both the girls and boys;And they stopp’d to hear him play,“Over the hills and far away.”
But Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys;
And they stopp’d to hear him play,
“Over the hills and far away.”
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,That those who heard him could never keep still;Whenever they heard they began for to dance,Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
As Dolly was milking her cow one day,Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;So Doll and the cow danced “the Cheshire round,”Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.
As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
So Doll and the cow danced “the Cheshire round,”
Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.
He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,He used his pipe, and she used her legs;She danced about till the eggs were all broke,She began for to fret, but he laugh’d at the joke.
He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laugh’d at the joke.
He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;He took out his pipe and play’d them a tune,And the jackass’s load was lighten’d full soon.
He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and play’d them a tune,
And the jackass’s load was lighten’d full soon.