AS I was going o'er London Bridge,I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs![Gloves.]
COME to the window,My baby, with me,And look at the starsThat shine on the sea!There are two little starsThat play at bo-peepWith two little fishFar down in the deep;And two little frogsCry neap, neap, neap;I see a dear babyThat should be asleep.THERE was an old womanAnd nothing she had;And so this old womanWas said to be mad.She'd nothing to eat,She'd nothing to wear,She'd nothing to lose,She'd nothing to fear,She'd nothing to ask,And nothing to give,And when she did die,She'd nothing to leave.
IHAD a little husband, no bigger than my thumb;I put him in a pint-pot, and there I bid him drum.I bought a little horse, that galloped up and down;I saddled him and bridled him, and sent him out of town.I gave him some garters, to garter up his hose,And a little pocket handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose.GOOSEY, goosey, gander, wither dost thou wander?Up stairs, and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber.There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers;I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs.
LITTLE Polly FlindersSat among the cinders,Warming her pretty little toes;Her mother came and caught her,And whipped her little daughterFor spoiling her nice new clothes.IF all the world was apple-pie,And all the sea was ink,And all the trees were bread and cheese,What should we have to drink?Polly Flinders
TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are!Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.When the blazing sun is gone,When he nothing shines upon,Then you show your little light,Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.When the traveller in the darkThanks you for your tiny spark:How could he see where to goIf you did not twinkle so?In the dark blue sky you keep,Often through my curtains peep,For you never shut your eye,Till the sun is in the sky.As your bright and tiny sparkLights the traveller in the dark,Though I know not what you are,Twinkle, twinkle, little star.THE man in the moonCame tumbling down,And asked the way to Norwich.He went by the South,And he burnt his mouth,With eating cold pease porridge.
HUB a dub, dub,Three men in a tub;The butcher, the baker,The candlestick maker;All jumped out of an Irish potato.BELL-HORSES, bell-horses,What time of day?One o'clock, two o'clock,Off and away.
TWEEDLE-DUM and tweedle-deeResolved to have a battle,For tweedle-dum said tweedle-deeHad spoiled his nice new rattle.Just then flew by a monstrous crow,As big as a tar-barrel,Which frightened both the heroes so,They quite forgot their quarrel.
TOM, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig and away he run;The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,And Tom ran crying down the street.
Tom the piper's son
IF all the world were water,And all the water were ink,What should we do for bread and cheese?What should we do for drink?
TEN little Injuns standing in a line—One went home, and then there were nine.Nine little Injuns swinging on a gate—One tumbled off, and then there were eight.Eight little Injuns never heard of heaven—One kicked the bucket, and then there were seven.Seven little Injuns cutting up tricks—One went to bed and then there were six.Six little Injuns kicking all alive—One broke his neck, and then there were five.Five little Injuns on a cellar door—One tumbled off, and then there were four.Four little Injuns climbing up a tree—One fell down, and then there were three.Three little Injuns out in a canoe—One fell overboard, and then there were two.Two little Injuns fooling with a gun—One shot the other, and then there was one.One little Injun living all alone—He got married, and then there was none!
JACK Spratt's pig,He was not very little,Nor yet very big;He was not very lean,He was not very fat—He'll do well for a grunt,Says little Jack Spratt.HUSH-A-BYE, baby,Daddy is near;Mamma is a lady,And that's very clear.
THIS is the way the ladies ride,Tri, tre, tri, tree, tri, tre, tri, tree!This is the way the ladies ride;Tri, tre, tri, tree, tri, tre, tri, tree!This is the way the gentlemen ride!Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot!This is the way the gentlemen ride!Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot!This is the way the farmers ride!Hobbledy-hop, hobbledy-hop!This is the way the farmers ride!Hobbledy-hop, hobbledy-hop!
FATHER, may I go to war?Yes, you may, my son;Wear your woollen comforter,But don't fire off your gun.THERE was an owl lived in an oak,Wisky, wasky, weedle;And every word he ever spokeWas fiddle, faddle, feedle.A gunner chanced to come that way,Wisky, wasky, weedle;Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird."Fiddle, faddle, feedle.May I go to war
NANCY Dawson has grown so fineShe won't get up to serve the swine;She lies in bed till eight or nine,So it's Oh, poor Nancy Dawson.And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey?She won't get up to feed her swine,And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?OLD Grimes is dead, that good old man,We ne'er shall see him more;He used to wear a long brown coatAll buttoned down before.
[To be read rapidly.]PETER Piper picked a peckOf pickled pepper;A peck of pickled pepperPeter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peckOf pickled pepper,Where's the peck of pickled pepperPeter Piper picked?SMILING girls, rosy boys,Come and buy my little toys;Monkeys made of gingerbread,And sugar horses painted red.MY pussy catHas got the gout,And the rats and miceCan play about.BROW brinky,Eye winky,Chin choppy,Nose noppy,Cheek cherry,Mouth merry.
PETER Piper picked a peckOf pickled pepper;A peck of pickled pepperPeter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peckOf pickled pepper,Where's the peck of pickled pepperPeter Piper picked?SMILING girls, rosy boys,Come and buy my little toys;Monkeys made of gingerbread,And sugar horses painted red.
MERRY are the bells, and merry would they ring,Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose,Noodle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!Merry have we met, and merry have we been,Merry let us part, and merry meet again;With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
COME hither, sweet robin,And be not afraid,I would not hurt even a feather;Come hither, sweet robin,And pick up some bread,To feed you this very cold weather.I don't mean to frighten you,Poor little thing,And pussy-cat is not behind me;So hop about pretty,And drop down your wing,And pick up some crumbs,And don't mind me.
GOD bless the master of this house,The mistress bless also,And all the little childrenThat round the table go;And all your kin and kinsmen,That dwell both far and near:I wish you a merry Christmas,And a happy new year.
LITTLE Tom Twig bought a fine bow and arrow,And what did he shoot? why, a poor little sparrow,Oh, fie, little Tom, with your fine bow and arrow,How cruel to shoot at a poor little sparrow.
WHEN Jacky's a very good boy,He shall have cakes and a custard;But when he does nothing but cry,He shall have nothing but mustard.ILOVE you well, my little brother,And you are fond of me;Let us be kind to one another,As brothers ought to be.You shall learn to play with me.And learn to use my toys;And then I think that we shall beTwo happy little boys.
HERE we go round the mulberry bush,The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,Here we go round the mulberry bush,On a cold and frosty morning.This is the way we wash our hands,Wash our hands, wash our hands,This is the way we wash our hands,On a cold and frosty morning.This is the way we wash our clothes,Wash our clothes, wash our clothes,This is the way we wash our clothes,On a cold and frosty morning.This is the way we go to school,Go to school, go to school,This is the way we go to school,On a cold and frosty morning.This is the way we come out of school,Come out of school, come out of school,This is the way we come out of school,On a cold and frosty morning.
CHRISTMAS comes but once a year,And when it comes it brings good cheer.
ASUNSHINY showerWon't last half an hour.
ACARRION crow sat on an oak,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,Watching a tailor shape his coat!Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow.Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow.Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow.Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,And shot the miller's sow right through the heartSing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow.Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,For the old miller's sow is in a swoon,Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow.Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
SPEAK when you're spoken to,Come when once called;Shut the door after you,And turn to the wall!
BIRDS of a feather flock together,And so will pigs and swine;Rats and mice will have their choice,And so will I have mine.
ROBIN the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,He eat more meat than fourscore men;He eat a cow, he eat a calf,He eat a hog and a half;He eat a church, he eat a steeple,He eat the priest and all the people!A cow and a calf,An ox and a half,A church and a steeple,And all the good people,And yet he complain'd that his stomach wasn't full.
AGLASS of milk and a slice of bread,And then good-night, we must go to bed.
IHAVE a little sister; they call her Peep, Peep.She wades the water deep, deep, deep;She climbs the mountains, high, high, high—Poor little thing! she has but one eye.[A Star]
MONDAY'S bairn is fair of face,Tuesday's bairn is full of grace,Wednesday's bairn is full of woe,Thursday's bairn has far to go,Friday's bairn is loving and giving,Saturday's bairn works hard for its living;But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath dayIs bonny, and blithe, and good and gay.
THIS is the House that Jack builtThis is the MaltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the Rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the Cat, that killed the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the Dog, that worried the cat,That killed the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the Cow, with the crumpled hornThat tossed the dog, that worried the cat,That killed the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.The cat that chased the ratThis is the Maiden all forlorn,That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat,That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the Man all tatter'd and torn,That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat,That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the Priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tatter'd and torn,That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat,That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the Cock that crow'd in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tatter'd and torn,That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat,That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the Farmer who sow'd the corn,That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tatter'd and torn,That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat,That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.
HIRAM Gordon, where's your pa?He's gone with Uncle Peter,To put a board across the fence,So that we boys can teeter.
TAFFY was a Welchman, Taffy was a thief,Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;I went to Taffy's house, Taffy wasn't 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.
BLOW, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!That the miller may grind his corn;That the baker may take it,And into rolls make it,And send us some hot in the morn.
1. I went up one pair of stairs,2. Just like me.1. I went up two pair of stairs,2. Just like me.1. I went into a room,2. Just like me.1. I looked out of a window,2. Just like me.1. And then I saw a monkey,2. Just like me.THE Queen of HeartsShe 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,Called for the tarts,And beat the Knave full sore.The Knave of HeartsBrought back the tarts,And vow'd he'd steal no more.
AFROG he would a-wooing go,Heigho, says Rowley;Whether his mother would let him or no:With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.Froggy
So off he set with his opera hat,Heigho, says Rowley;And on the road he met a rat,With a rowley, powley, etc."Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,"Heigho, says Rowley;"Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"With a rowley, powley, etc.When they came to the door at Mousey's hall,Heigho, says Rowley;They gave a loud tap, and they gave a loud call,With a rowley, powley, etc."Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"Heigho, says Rowley;"Yes, kind sirs, and sitting to spin."With a rowley, powley, etc."Pray, Mrs. Mouse, now give us some beer,"Heigho, says Rowley;"That Froggy and I am fond of good cheer."With a rowley, powley, etc."Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?"Heigho, says Rowley;"But let it be something that's not very long."With a rowley, powley, etc."Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,Heigho, says Rowley;"A cold has made me as horse as a hog."With a rowley, powley, etc."Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,Heigho, says Rowley;"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."With a rowley, powley, etc.But while they were all a-merrymaking,Heigho, says Rowley;A Cat and her kittens came tumbling in.With a rowley, powley, etc.The Cat she seized the Rat by the crown,Heigho, says Rowley;The kittens they pulled the little Mouse down.With a rowley, powley, etc.This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,Heigho, says Rowley;He took up his hat and he wished them good-night.With a rowley, powley, etc.As Froggy was crossing it over a brook,Heigho, says Rowley;A lilywhite Duck came and gobbled him up.With a rowley, powley, etc.So here is an end of one, two three—Heigho, says Rowley,The Rat, the Mouse, and little Froggy.With a rowley, powley, etc.
LADIES and gentlemen, come to supper,Hot boiled beans and very good butter.
THE North Wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then?He will hop to a barn,And to keep himself warm,Will hide his head under his wing,Poor thing!
THERE was an old woman, as I've heard tell,She went to market her eggs for to sell;She went to market all on a market day,And she fell asleep on the king's highway.By came a peddler, 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.Old woman
"But if it be I, as I 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."When the little old 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 can't be I!"
IHAD four brothers over the sea.Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.And they each sent a present unto me,Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.The first sent a chicken, without any bones;The second sent a cherry, without any stones,Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.The third sent a book, which no man could read;The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread.Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.How could there be a chicken without any bones?How could there be a cherry without any stones?Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.How could there be a book which no man could read?How could there be a blanket without a thread?Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones,When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones.Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.When the book's in ye press no man it can read;When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread.Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.
SNEEZE on Monday, sneeze for danger;Sneeze on Tuesday, kiss a stranger;Sneeze on Wednesday, receive a letter;Sneeze on Thursday, something better;Sneeze on Friday, expect sorrow;Sneeze on Saturday, joy to-morrow.IT costs little Gossip her income for shoes,To travel about and carry the news.
Sulky SueHERE'S Sulky Sue,What shall we do?Turn her face to the wallTill she comes to.PEASE porridge hot,Pease porridge cold,Pease porridge in the pot nine days old.Some like it hot,Some like it cold,Some like it in the pot nine days old.Spell methatwith a PAnd a clever scholar you will be.
THREE little kittens they lost their mittens,And they began to cry,"Oh! mammy dear,We sadly fear,Our mittens we have lost!""What! lost your mittens,You naughty kittens,Then you shall have no pie."Miew, miew, miew, miew,Miew, miew, miew, miew.The three little kittens they found their mittens,And they began to cry."Oh! mammy dear,See here, see here,Our mittens we have found.""What! found your mittens,You little kittens,Then you shall have some pie."Purr, purr, purr, purr,Purr, purr, purr, purr.The three little kittens put on their mittens,And soon ate up the pie;"Oh! mammy dear,We greatly fear,Our mittens we have soil'd.""What! soil'd your mittens,You naughty kittens!"Then they began to sigh,Miew, miew, miew, miew,Miew, miew, miew, miew.The three little kittens they washed their mittens,And hung them up to dry;"Oh! mammy dear,Look here, look here,Our mittens we have wash'd.""What! wash'd your mittens,You darling kittens!But I smell a rat close by!Hush! hush!" Miew, miew,Miew, miew, miew, miew.