Chapter 4

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,Stole a pig and away he run!The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,And Tom went roaring down the street.

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,

Stole a pig and away he run!

The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,

And Tom went roaring down the street.

Thumbbold,Thibity-thold,Langman,Lick pan,Mamma’s little man.

Thumbbold,

Thibity-thold,

Langman,

Lick pan,

Mamma’s little man.

Tit, tat, toe,My first go,Three jolly butcher boysAll in a row;Stick one up,Stick one down,Stick one on the old man’s crown.

Tit, tat, toe,

My first go,

Three jolly butcher boys

All in a row;

Stick one up,

Stick one down,

Stick one on the old man’s crown.

Therewas an old woman had three sons,Jerry, and James, and John;Jerry was hung, James was drown’d,John was lost and never was found;And there was an end of the three sons,Jerry, and James, and John.

Therewas an old woman had three sons,Jerry, and James, and John;Jerry was hung, James was drown’d,

Therewas an old woman had three sons,

Jerry, and James, and John;

Jerry was hung, James was drown’d,

John was lost and never was found;And there was an end of the three sons,Jerry, and James, and John.

John was lost and never was found;

And there was an end of the three sons,

Jerry, and James, and John.

Thesow came in with the saddle;The little pig rock’d the cradle;The dish jump’d up on the table,To see the pot swallow the ladle.The spit that stood behind the door,Threw the pudding-stick on the floor.Oh! said the gridiron, can’t you agree?I’m the head constable, bring them to me.

Thesow came in with the saddle;

The little pig rock’d the cradle;

The dish jump’d up on the table,

To see the pot swallow the ladle.

The spit that stood behind the door,

Threw the pudding-stick on the floor.

Oh! said the gridiron, can’t you agree?

I’m the head constable, bring them to me.

’Twasonce upon a timeWhen Jenny Wren was young,So daintily she danced,And so prettily she sung;Robin Redbreast lost his heart,For he was a gallant bird;So he doff’d his hat to Jenny Wren,Requesting to be heard.O dearest Jenny Wren!If you will but be mine,You shall feed on cherry-pie, you shall,And drink new currant-wine;I’ll dress you like a goldfinch,Or any peacock gay;So, dearest Jen, if you’ll be mine,Let us appoint the day.Jenny blush’d behind her fan,And thus declared her mind;Since, dearest Bob, I love you well,I’ll take your offer kind;Cherry-pie is very nice,And so is currant-wine;But I must wear my plain brown gown,And never go too fine.

’Twasonce upon a time

When Jenny Wren was young,

So daintily she danced,

And so prettily she sung;

Robin Redbreast lost his heart,

For he was a gallant bird;

So he doff’d his hat to Jenny Wren,

Requesting to be heard.

O dearest Jenny Wren!If you will but be mine,You shall feed on cherry-pie, you shall,And drink new currant-wine;I’ll dress you like a goldfinch,Or any peacock gay;So, dearest Jen, if you’ll be mine,Let us appoint the day.

O dearest Jenny Wren!

If you will but be mine,

You shall feed on cherry-pie, you shall,

And drink new currant-wine;

I’ll dress you like a goldfinch,

Or any peacock gay;

So, dearest Jen, if you’ll be mine,

Let us appoint the day.

Jenny blush’d behind her fan,And thus declared her mind;Since, dearest Bob, I love you well,I’ll take your offer kind;Cherry-pie is very nice,And so is currant-wine;But I must wear my plain brown gown,And never go too fine.

Jenny blush’d behind her fan,

And thus declared her mind;

Since, dearest Bob, I love you well,

I’ll take your offer kind;

Cherry-pie is very nice,

And so is currant-wine;

But I must wear my plain brown gown,

And never go too fine.

RobinRedbreast rose up early,All at the break of day,And he flew to Jenny Wren’s house,And sung a roundelay;He sang of Robin Redbreast,And little Jenny Wren,And when he came unto the end,He then began again.Jenny Wrenfell sickUpon a merry time;In came Robin Redbreast,And 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 plainly,She loved him not a bit.Robin being angry,Hopp’d upon a twig;Saying, Out upon you, Jenny!Fy upon you, bold faced jig!

RobinRedbreast rose up early,

All at the break of day,

And he flew to Jenny Wren’s house,

And sung a roundelay;

He sang of Robin Redbreast,

And little Jenny Wren,

And when he came unto the end,

He then began again.

Jenny Wrenfell sickUpon a merry time;In came Robin Redbreast,And brought her sops and wine.

Jenny Wrenfell sick

Upon a merry time;

In came Robin Redbreast,

And brought her sops and wine.

Eat well of the sop, Jenny,Drink well of the wine;Thank you, Robin, kindly,You shall be mine.

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 plainly,She loved him not a bit.

Jenny, she got well,

And stood upon her feet,

And told Robin plainly,

She loved him not a bit.

Robin being angry,Hopp’d upon a twig;Saying, Out upon you, Jenny!Fy upon you, bold faced jig!

Robin being angry,

Hopp’d upon a twig;

Saying, Out upon you, Jenny!

Fy upon you, bold faced jig!

Tomarket, to market, to buy a fat pig,Home again, home again, dancing a jig;Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

Tomarket, to market, to buy a fat pig,

Home again, home again, dancing a jig;

Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,

Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

Telltale, tit!Your tongue shall be slit,And all the dogs in the townShall have a little bit.

Telltale, tit!

Your tongue shall be slit,

And all the dogs in the town

Shall have a little bit.

Twolittle dicky birds sat upon a hill,One nam’d Jack, the other named Jill;Fly away, Jack! fly away, Jill!Come again, Jack! come again, Jill!

Twolittle dicky birds sat upon a hill,

One nam’d Jack, the other named Jill;

Fly away, Jack! fly away, Jill!

Come again, Jack! come again, Jill!

Threechildren sliding on the iceUpon a summer’s day,As it fell out, they all fell in,The rest they ran away.Now had these children been at home,Or sliding on dry ground,Ten thousand pounds to one pennyThey had not all been drown’d.You parents all that children have,And you that have got none,If you would have them safe abroad,keep them safe at home.

Threechildren sliding on the iceUpon a summer’s day,As it fell out, they all fell in,The rest they ran away.

Threechildren sliding on the ice

Upon a summer’s day,

As it fell out, they all fell in,

The rest they ran away.

Now had these children been at home,Or sliding on dry ground,Ten thousand pounds to one pennyThey had not all been drown’d.

Now had these children been at home,

Or sliding on dry ground,

Ten thousand pounds to one penny

They had not all been drown’d.

You parents all that children have,And you that have got none,If you would have them safe abroad,keep them safe at home.

You parents all that children have,

And you that have got none,

If you would have them safe abroad,

keep them safe at home.

Thirtydays hath September,April, June, and November:February has twenty-eight alone,All the rest have thirty-one,Excepting leap-year, that’s the timeWhen February’s days are twenty-nine.

Thirtydays hath September,

April, June, and November:

February has twenty-eight alone,

All the rest have thirty-one,

Excepting leap-year, that’s the time

When February’s days are twenty-nine.

Therewas a little manAnd he woo’d a little maid,And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?I have little more to say,Than will you, Yea or Nay,For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.”

Therewas a little man

And he woo’d a little maid,

And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?

I have little more to say,

Than will you, Yea or Nay,

For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.”

Theart of good driving’s a paradox quite,Though custom has proved it so long;If you go to the left, you’re sure to go right,If you go to the right, you go wrong.

Theart of good driving’s a paradox quite,

Though custom has proved it so long;

If you go to the left, you’re sure to go right,

If you go to the right, you go wrong.

Twelvehuntsmen with horns and hounds,Hunting over other men’s grounds!Eleven ships sailing o’er the main,Some bound for France and some for Spain:I wish them all safe home again:Ten comets in the sky,Some low and some high;Nine peacocks in the air,I wonder how they all came there,I do not know and I do not care;Eight joiners in joiner’s hall,Working with the tools and all;Seven lobsters in a dish,As fresh as any heart could wish;Six beetles against the wall,Close by an old woman’s apple stall;Five puppies of our dog “Ball,”Who daily for their breakfast call;Four horses stuck in a bog,Three monkeys tied to a clog;Two pudding-ends would choke a dog,With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

Twelvehuntsmen with horns and hounds,

Hunting over other men’s grounds!

Eleven ships sailing o’er the main,

Some bound for France and some for Spain:

I wish them all safe home again:

Ten comets in the sky,

Some low and some high;

Nine peacocks in the air,

I wonder how they all came there,

I do not know and I do not care;

Eight joiners in joiner’s hall,

Working with the tools and all;

Seven lobsters in a dish,

As fresh as any heart could wish;

Six beetles against the wall,

Close by an old woman’s apple stall;

Five puppies of our dog “Ball,”

Who daily for their breakfast call;

Four horses stuck in a bog,

Three monkeys tied to a clog;

Two pudding-ends would choke a dog,

With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

Therewas a man, and his name was Dob,And he had a wife, and her name was Mob,And he had a dog, and he called it Cob,And she had a cat, called Chitterabob.Cob, says Dob,Chitterabob, says Mob,Cob was Dob’s dog,Chitterabob Mob’s cat.

Therewas a man, and his name was Dob,

And he had a wife, and her name was Mob,

And he had a dog, and he called it Cob,

And she had a cat, called Chitterabob.

Cob, says Dob,

Chitterabob, says Mob,

Cob was Dob’s dog,

Chitterabob Mob’s cat.

Upshe goes and down she comes,If you haven’t got apples, I’ll give you some plums.

Upshe goes and down she comes,

If you haven’t got apples, I’ll give you some plums.

Uponmy word and honour,As I was going to Bonner,I met a pig,Without a wig,Upon my word and honour.

Uponmy word and honour,

As I was going to Bonner,

I met a pig,

Without a wig,

Upon my word and honour.

Vinegar, veal, and venison,Are very good victuals, I vow.

Vinegar, veal, and venison,

Are very good victuals, I vow.

Whena Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine:Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:’Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more betweenHe, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.

Whena Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;

For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;

But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,

The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.

Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine:Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.

Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,

He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine:

Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,

He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.

The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:’Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more betweenHe, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.

The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,

As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:

’Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between

He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.

We’reall in the dumps,For diamonds are trumps;The kittens are gone to St. Paul’s!The babies are bit,The moon’s in a fit,And the houses are built without walls.

We’reall in the dumps,

For diamonds are trumps;

The kittens are gone to St. Paul’s!

The babies are bit,

The moon’s in a fit,

And the houses are built without walls.

Whengood king Arthur ruled this land,He was a goodly king;He stole three pecks of barley-meal,To make a bag-pudding.A bag pudding the king did make,And stuff’d it well with plums:And in it put great lumps of fat,As big as my two thumbs,The king and queen did eat thereof,And noblemen beside;And what they could not eat that night,The queen next morning fried.

Whengood king Arthur ruled this land,He was a goodly king;He stole three pecks of barley-meal,To make a bag-pudding.

Whengood king Arthur ruled this land,

He was a goodly king;

He stole three pecks of barley-meal,

To make a bag-pudding.

A bag pudding the king did make,And stuff’d it well with plums:And in it put great lumps of fat,As big as my two thumbs,

A bag pudding the king did make,

And stuff’d it well with plums:

And in it put great lumps of fat,

As big as my two thumbs,

The king and queen did eat thereof,And noblemen beside;And what they could not eat that night,The queen next morning fried.

The king and queen did eat thereof,

And noblemen beside;

And what they could not eat that night,

The queen next morning fried.

Whatare 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 things that are nice;And that’s what little girls are made of, made of.

Whatare 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.

Whatare 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 things that are nice;And that’s what little girls 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 things that are nice;

And that’s what little girls are made of, made of.

Whatshoe-maker makes shoes without leather,With all the four elements put together?Fire and water, earth and air;Ev’ry customer has two pair.[A horse-shoe.]

Whatshoe-maker makes shoes without leather,With all the four elements put together?Fire and water, earth and air;Ev’ry customer has two pair.

Whatshoe-maker makes shoes without leather,

With all the four elements put together?

Fire and water, earth and air;

Ev’ry customer has two pair.

[A horse-shoe.]

Wash, hands, wash,Daddy’s gone to plough,If you want your hands wash’d,Have them wash’d now.

Wash, hands, wash,

Daddy’s gone to plough,

If you want your hands wash’d,

Have them wash’d now.

Washon Friday,Wash in need;Wash on Saturday,Slut indeed.

Washon Friday,

Wash in need;

Wash on Saturday,

Slut indeed.

WhenI was a bachelor, I lived all by myself,And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf.The rats and the mice they made such a strife,I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow.The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife had a fall,Down came wheel-barrow, wife, and all.

WhenI was a bachelor, I lived all by myself,

And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf.

The rats and the mice they made such a strife,

I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.

The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,

I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow.

The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife had a fall,

Down came wheel-barrow, wife, and all.

Youshall have an apple,You shall have a plum,You shall have a rattle-basket,When your dad comes home.

Youshall have an apple,

You shall have a plum,

You shall have a rattle-basket,

When your dad comes home.

Xshall stand for playmates Ten;V for Five stout stalwart men;I for but One, as I’m alive;C for a Hundred, and D for Five;M for a Thousand soldiers true;And all these figures I’ve told to you.

Xshall stand for playmates Ten;

V for Five stout stalwart men;

I for but One, as I’m alive;

C for a Hundred, and D for Five;

M for a Thousand soldiers true;

And all these figures I’ve told to you.

Yetdidn’t you see, yet didn’t you see,What naughty tricks they put upon me?They broke my pitcher, and spilt my water;And huff’d my mother, and chid her daughter;And kissed my sister instead of me.

Yetdidn’t you see, yet didn’t you see,

What naughty tricks they put upon me?

They broke my pitcher, and spilt my water;

And huff’d my mother, and chid her daughter;

And kissed my sister instead of me.

Zany, Zany, Zaddlepate,Go to bed early and get up late.

Zany, Zany, Zaddlepate,

Go to bed early and get up late.

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