THE DIVISION OF LABOUR

"May I go with you, my pretty maid?""You're kindly welcome, sir," she said."What is your father, my pretty maid?""My father's a farmer, sir," she said."What is your fortune, my pretty maid?""My face is my fortune, sir," she said."Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!""Nobody asked you, sir," she said.THE DIVISION OF LABOURThe 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.KING PIPPIN'S HALLKING PIPPINbuilt a fine new hall,Pastry and pie-crust were the wall;Windows made of black pudding and white,Slates were pancakes, you ne'er saw the like.IFIf all the world were apple-pie,And all the water ink,What should we do for bread and cheese?What should we do for drink?COFFEE AND TEAMOLLY,my sister, and I fell out,And what do you think it was about?She loved coffee and I loved tea,And that was the reason we couldn't agree.A WONDERFUL THINGASI went to Bonner,I met a pigWithout a wig,Upon my word and honour.MY BOY TAMMIEWHEREhave you been all day,My boy Tammie?""I've been all the dayCourting of a lady gay;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!""What work can she do,My boy Tammie?Can she bake and can she brew,My boy Tammie?""She can brew and she can bake,And she can make our wedding cake;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!""What age may she be?What age may she be,My boy Tammie?""Twice two, twice seven,Twice ten, twice eleven;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!"THE LITTLE MAN WITH A GUNThere was a little man, and he had a little gun,And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;He went to the brook, and saw a little duck,And shot it right through the head, head, head.He carried it home to his old wife Joan,And bade her a fire to make, make, make,To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.The drake was a-swimming, with his curly tail;The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.He let off his gun, but he fired too soon,And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.IF WISHES WERE HORSESIfwishes were horses, beggars would ride;If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.CLAP HANDIESClap, clap handies,Mammie's wee, wee ain;Clap, clap handies,Daddie's comin' hame;Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie;Clap, clap handies,My wee, wee ain.TAFFY WAS A WELSHMANTaffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;I went to Taffy's house, Taff was not at home;Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,I took up the beef bone and flung it at his head.THERE WAS A MANTHEREwas a man, and he had naught,And robbers came to rob him;He crept up to the chimney pot,And then they thought they had him.But he got down on t' other side,And then they could not find him;He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,And never looked behind him.JACK'S FIDDLEJacky, come give me thy fiddle,If ever thou mean to thrive.Nay, I'll not give my fiddleTo any man alive.If I should give my fiddleThey'll think that I'm gone mad;For many a joyful dayMy fiddle and I have had.A WAS AN ARCHERA was an Archer, and shot at a FrogB was a Butcher, and kept a Bull-dogC was a Captain, all covered with LaceD was a Drunkard, and had a Red FaceE was an Esquire, with insolent BrowF was a Farmer, and followed the PloughG was a Gamester, who had but Ill LuckH was a Hunter, and hunted a BuckI was an Innkeeper, who loved to BouseJ was a Joiner, and built up a HouseK was King William, once governed this LandL was a Lady, who had a White HandM was a Miser, and hoarded up GoldN was a Nobleman, Gallant and BoldO was an Oyster Wench, and went about TownP was a Parson, and wore a Black GownQ was a Queen, who was fond of good FlipR was a Robber, and wanted a WhipS was a Sailor, and spent all he gotT was a Tinker, and mended a PotU was a Usurer, a miserable ElfV was a Vintner, who drank all HimselfW was a Watchman, and guarded the DoorX was Expensive, and so became PoorY was a Youth, that did not love SchoolZ was a Zany, a silly old FoolTHREE SHIPSISAWthree ships come sailing by,Sailing by, sailing by,I saw three ships come sailing by,On New-Year's day in the morning.And what do you think was in them then,In them then, in them then?And what do you think was in them then,On New-Year's day in the morning?Three pretty girls were in them then,In them then, in them then,Three pretty girls were in them then,On New-Year's day in the morning.And one could whistle, and one could sing,And one could play on the violin,Such joy there was at my wedding,On New-Year's day in the morning.THE CROOKED SONGTHEREwas a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpence beside a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.A, B, CA, B, C, tumble down D,The cat's in the cupboardAnd can't see me.COMICAL FOLKINa cottage in FifeLived a man and his wife,Who, believe me, were comical folk;For, to people's surprise,They both saw with their eyes,And their tongues moved whenever they spoke.When they were asleep,I'm told—that to keepTheir eyes open they could not contrive;They both walked on their feet,And 't was thought what they eatHelped, with drinking, to keep them alive.DING, DONG, BELLDing, dong, bell, the cat is in the well!Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.Who pulled her out?Little Tommy Stout.What a naughty boy was that,To try to drown poor pussy cat,Who never did him any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn!BOBBY SNOOKSLITTLE BOBBY SNOOKSwas fond of his books,And loved by his usher and master;But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye,And carries his nose in a plaster.SIX LITTLE MICESix little mice sat down to spin,Pussy passed by, and she peeped in."What are you at, my little men?""Making coats for gentlemen.""Shall I come in and bite off your threads?""No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll bite off our heads.""Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you spin.""That may be so, but you don't come in."WING, WANG, WADDLE, OHMYfather he died, but I can't tell you how,He left me six horses to drive in my plough;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;I'd fain have made a fortune but lost the best half;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.I sold my cat and bought me a mouse;He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.THE HARTTHEhart he loves the high wood,The hare she loves the hill;The Knight he loves his bright sword,The Lady—loves her will.OLD CHAIRS TO MENDIFI'd as much money as I could spend,I never would cry old chairs to mend;Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;I never would cry old chairs to mend.If I'd as much money as I could tell,I never would cry old clothes to sell;Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;I never would cry old clothes to sell.SEE, SEE!See, see! what shall I see?A horse's head where his tail should be!OLD MOTHER HUBBARDMother Hubbard's old dog Tray,If this account be true,Had not an equal, I dare say,Come tell me, what think you?OLDMother HubbardWent to her cupboard,To give her poor dog a bone;When she came thereThe cupboard was bare,And so the poor dog had none.She went to the baker'sTo buy him some bread,When she came backThe dog was dead!She went to the undertaker'sTo buy him a coffin;When she came backThe dog was laughing.She took a clean dishTo get him some tripe;When she came backHe was smoking his pipe.She went to the ale-houseTo get him some beer;When she came backThe dog sat in a chair.She went to the tavernFor white wine and red;When she came backThe dog stood on his head.She went to the hatter'sTo buy him a hat;When she came backHe was feeding the cat.She went to the barber'sTo buy him a wig;When she came backHe was dancing a jig.She went to the fruiterer'sTo buy him some fruit;When she came backHe was playing the flute.She went to the tailor'sTo buy him a coat;When she came backHe was riding a goat.She went to the cobbler'sTo buy him some shoes;When she came backHe was reading the news.She went to the sempster'sTo buy him some linen;When she came backThe dog was spinning.She went to the hosier'sTo buy him some hose;When she came backHe was dressed in his clothes.The dame made a curtsy,The dog made a bow;The dame said, "Your servant,"The dog said, "Bow-wow!"TO BABYLONHOWmany miles is it to Babylon?Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?Yes, and back again!If your heels are nimble and light,You may get there by candle-light.MY BLACK HENHickety, pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.I'LL TELL YOU A STORYI'll tell you a storyAbout Jack a Nory—And now my story's begun:I'll tell you another,About Jack his brother—And now my story's done.

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.

KING PIPPINbuilt a fine new hall,Pastry and pie-crust were the wall;Windows made of black pudding and white,Slates were pancakes, you ne'er saw the like.

If all the world were apple-pie,And all the water ink,What should we do for bread and cheese?What should we do for drink?

MOLLY,my sister, and I fell out,And what do you think it was about?She loved coffee and I loved tea,And that was the reason we couldn't agree.

ASI went to Bonner,I met a pigWithout a wig,Upon my word and honour.

WHEREhave you been all day,My boy Tammie?""I've been all the dayCourting of a lady gay;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!"

WHEREhave you been all day,My boy Tammie?"

"I've been all the dayCourting of a lady gay;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!"

"What work can she do,My boy Tammie?Can she bake and can she brew,My boy Tammie?""She can brew and she can bake,And she can make our wedding cake;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!""What age may she be?What age may she be,My boy Tammie?""Twice two, twice seven,Twice ten, twice eleven;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!"

"What work can she do,My boy Tammie?Can she bake and can she brew,My boy Tammie?"

"She can brew and she can bake,And she can make our wedding cake;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!"

"What age may she be?What age may she be,My boy Tammie?"

"Twice two, twice seven,Twice ten, twice eleven;But oh, she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy!"

There was a little man, and he had a little gun,And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;He went to the brook, and saw a little duck,And shot it right through the head, head, head.He carried it home to his old wife Joan,And bade her a fire to make, make, make,To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.The drake was a-swimming, with his curly tail;The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.He let off his gun, but he fired too soon,And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.

There was a little man, and he had a little gun,And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;He went to the brook, and saw a little duck,And shot it right through the head, head, head.

He carried it home to his old wife Joan,And bade her a fire to make, make, make,To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.

The drake was a-swimming, with his curly tail;The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.He let off his gun, but he fired too soon,And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.

Ifwishes were horses, beggars would ride;If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.

Clap, clap handies,Mammie's wee, wee ain;Clap, clap handies,Daddie's comin' hame;Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie;Clap, clap handies,My wee, wee ain.

Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;I went to Taffy's house, Taff was not at home;Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,I took up the beef bone and flung it at his head.

Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;I went to Taffy's house, Taff was not at home;Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.

I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,I took up the beef bone and flung it at his head.

THEREwas a man, and he had naught,And robbers came to rob him;He crept up to the chimney pot,And then they thought they had him.But he got down on t' other side,And then they could not find him;He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,And never looked behind him.

THEREwas a man, and he had naught,And robbers came to rob him;He crept up to the chimney pot,And then they thought they had him.

But he got down on t' other side,And then they could not find him;He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,And never looked behind him.

Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,If ever thou mean to thrive.Nay, I'll not give my fiddleTo any man alive.

If I should give my fiddleThey'll think that I'm gone mad;For many a joyful dayMy fiddle and I have had.

A was an Archer, and shot at a Frog

B was a Butcher, and kept a Bull-dog

C was a Captain, all covered with Lace

D was a Drunkard, and had a Red Face

E was an Esquire, with insolent Brow

F was a Farmer, and followed the Plough

G was a Gamester, who had but Ill Luck

H was a Hunter, and hunted a Buck

I was an Innkeeper, who loved to Bouse

J was a Joiner, and built up a House

K was King William, once governed this Land

L was a Lady, who had a White Hand

M was a Miser, and hoarded up Gold

N was a Nobleman, Gallant and Bold

O was an Oyster Wench, and went about Town

P was a Parson, and wore a Black Gown

Q was a Queen, who was fond of good Flip

R was a Robber, and wanted a Whip

S was a Sailor, and spent all he got

T was a Tinker, and mended a Pot

U was a Usurer, a miserable Elf

V was a Vintner, who drank all Himself

W was a Watchman, and guarded the Door

X was Expensive, and so became Poor

Y was a Youth, that did not love School

Z was a Zany, a silly old Fool

ISAWthree ships come sailing by,Sailing by, sailing by,I saw three ships come sailing by,On New-Year's day in the morning.And what do you think was in them then,In them then, in them then?And what do you think was in them then,On New-Year's day in the morning?Three pretty girls were in them then,In them then, in them then,Three pretty girls were in them then,On New-Year's day in the morning.And one could whistle, and one could sing,And one could play on the violin,Such joy there was at my wedding,On New-Year's day in the morning.

ISAWthree ships come sailing by,Sailing by, sailing by,I saw three ships come sailing by,On New-Year's day in the morning.

And what do you think was in them then,In them then, in them then?And what do you think was in them then,On New-Year's day in the morning?

Three pretty girls were in them then,In them then, in them then,Three pretty girls were in them then,On New-Year's day in the morning.

And one could whistle, and one could sing,And one could play on the violin,Such joy there was at my wedding,On New-Year's day in the morning.

THEREwas a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpence beside a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

A, B, C, tumble down D,The cat's in the cupboardAnd can't see me.

INa cottage in FifeLived a man and his wife,Who, believe me, were comical folk;

For, to people's surprise,They both saw with their eyes,And their tongues moved whenever they spoke.

When they were asleep,I'm told—that to keepTheir eyes open they could not contrive;They both walked on their feet,And 't was thought what they eatHelped, with drinking, to keep them alive.

When they were asleep,I'm told—that to keepTheir eyes open they could not contrive;

They both walked on their feet,And 't was thought what they eatHelped, with drinking, to keep them alive.

Ding, dong, bell, the cat is in the well!Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.Who pulled her out?Little Tommy Stout.What a naughty boy was that,To try to drown poor pussy cat,Who never did him any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn!

LITTLE BOBBY SNOOKSwas fond of his books,And loved by his usher and master;

But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye,And carries his nose in a plaster.

Six little mice sat down to spin,Pussy passed by, and she peeped in."What are you at, my little men?""Making coats for gentlemen.""Shall I come in and bite off your threads?""No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll bite off our heads.""Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you spin.""That may be so, but you don't come in."

MYfather he died, but I can't tell you how,He left me six horses to drive in my plough;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.

I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;I'd fain have made a fortune but lost the best half;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.I sold my cat and bought me a mouse;He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.

I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.

I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;I'd fain have made a fortune but lost the best half;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.

I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.

I sold my cat and bought me a mouse;He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house;With my wing, wang, waddle, oh,Jack sing saddle, oh,Blowsey boys buble, oh,Under the broom.

THEhart he loves the high wood,The hare she loves the hill;The Knight he loves his bright sword,The Lady—loves her will.

IFI'd as much money as I could spend,I never would cry old chairs to mend;Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;I never would cry old chairs to mend.If I'd as much money as I could tell,I never would cry old clothes to sell;Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;I never would cry old clothes to sell.

IFI'd as much money as I could spend,I never would cry old chairs to mend;Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;I never would cry old chairs to mend.

If I'd as much money as I could tell,I never would cry old clothes to sell;Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;I never would cry old clothes to sell.

See, see! what shall I see?A horse's head where his tail should be!

Mother Hubbard's old dog Tray,If this account be true,Had not an equal, I dare say,Come tell me, what think you?

OLDMother HubbardWent to her cupboard,To give her poor dog a bone;

When she came thereThe cupboard was bare,And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker'sTo buy him some bread,When she came backThe dog was dead!

She went to the undertaker'sTo buy him a coffin;When she came backThe dog was laughing.

She took a clean dishTo get him some tripe;When she came backHe was smoking his pipe.

She went to the ale-houseTo get him some beer;When she came backThe dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavernFor white wine and red;When she came backThe dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter'sTo buy him a hat;When she came backHe was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber'sTo buy him a wig;When she came backHe was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer'sTo buy him some fruit;When she came backHe was playing the flute.She went to the tailor'sTo buy him a coat;When she came backHe was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler'sTo buy him some shoes;When she came backHe was reading the news.

She went to the sempster'sTo buy him some linen;When she came backThe dog was spinning.

She went to the hosier'sTo buy him some hose;When she came backHe was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsy,The dog made a bow;The dame said, "Your servant,"The dog said, "Bow-wow!"

HOWmany miles is it to Babylon?Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?Yes, and back again!If your heels are nimble and light,You may get there by candle-light.

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.

I'll tell you a storyAbout Jack a Nory—And now my story's begun:

I'll tell you another,About Jack his brother—And now my story's done.

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