OLD Mother HubbardWent to the cupboardTo get her poor Dog a bone;But when she came thereThe cupboard was bare,And so the poor Dog had none.She went to the baker'sTo buy him some bread,But when she came backShe thought he was dead.She went to the joiner'sTo buy him a coffin,But when she came backThe sly dog was laughing.She took a clean dish,To get him some tripe,But when she came backHe was smoking his pipe.She went to the ale-house,To get him some beer,But when she came backThe dog sat in a chair.She went to the tavern,For white wine and red,But when she came backHe stood on his head.The dogShe went to the hatter'sTo buy him a hat,But when she came backHe was feeding the cat.She went to the barber'sTo buy him a wig,But when she came backHe was dancing a jig.She went to the fruiterer'sTo buy him some fruit,But when she came backHe was playing a flute.She went to the tailor's,To buy him a coat,But when she came backHe was riding a goat.She went to the cobbler's,To buy him some shoes,But when she came backHe was reading the news.She went to the sempstress,To buy him some linen,But when she came backThe dog was spinning.She went to the hosier's,To buy him some hose,But when she came backHe was dress'd in his clothes.The Dame made a curtsey,The Dog made a bow;The Dame said "Your servant,"The Dog said "Bow wow!"This wonderful DogWas Dame Hubbard's delight;He could sing, he could dance,He could read, he could write.She gave him rich daintiesWhenever he fed,And erected a monumentWhen he was dead.
PETER WhiteWill ne'er go right.Would you know the reason why?He follows his nose,Wherever he goes,And that stands all awry.
A, B, C, tumble down D,The cat's in thecupboard, and can't see me.
A was an Archer, and shot at a frog,B was a Butcher, and had a great dog.C was a Captain, all covered with lace,D was a Dunce, with a very sad face.E was an Esquire, with pride on his 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 lov'd to bouse,J was a Joiner, and built up a house.K was a King, so mighty and grand,L was a Lady, who had a white hand.M was a Miser, who hoarded up his gold,N was a Nobleman, gallant and bold.O was an Oysterman, and went about town,P was a Parson, and wore a black gown.Q was a Quack, with a wonderful pill,R was a Robber, who wanted to kill.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 Zan, a poor harmless fool.
Pincushion
NEEDLES and pins, needles and pins,When a man marries, his trouble begins.
IT'S raining, it's pouring,The old man is snoring.DOCTOR Foster went to Gloster,In a shower of rain.He stepped in a puddle,Up to the middle,And never went there again.
WHO killed Cock Robin?I, said the Sparrow,With my bow and arrow,I killed Cock Robin.Who saw him die?I, said the Fly,With my little eye,I saw him die.Who caught his blood?I, said the Fish,With my little dish,I caught his blood.The fish
Who'll make his shroud?I, said the Beetle,With my thread and needle,I'll make his shroud.Who'll dig his grave?I, said the Owl,With my spade and show'l,I'll dig his grave.Who'll be the Parson?I, said the Rook,With my little book,I'll be the Parson.Who'll be the Clerk?I, said the Lark,If it's not in the darkI'll be the Clerk.Who'll carry him to the grave?I, said the Kite,If it's not in the night,I'll carry him to the grave.Who'll carry the link?I, said the Linnet,I'll fetch it in a minute,I'll carry the link.Who'll be chief mourner?I, said the Dove,For I mourn for my love,I'll be chief mourner.Who'll sing a psalm?I, said the Trush,As she sat in a bush,I'll sing a psalm.Who'll toll the bell?I, said the Bull,Because I can pull;So, Cock Robin, farewell.All the birds of the airFell a-sighing and sobbin',When they heard the bell tollFor Poor Cock Robin.
UPON my word and honor,As I went to BonnerI met a pig,Without a wig,Upon my word and honor.
LITTLE King Boggen he built a fine hall,Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall,The windows were made of black puddings and white,And slated with pancakes,—you ne'er saw the like.
TO market, to market, a gallop, a trot,To buy some meat to put in the pot;Five cents a quarter, ten cents a side,If it hadn't been killed, it must have died.
ADILLER, a dollar,A ten o'clock scholar,What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o'clock,But now you come at noon.
YANKEE Doodle went to townUpon a little pony;He stuck a feather in his hat,And called it Macaroni.
THE lion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;The lion beat the unicornAll round about the town.Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum-cake,And sent them out of town.
OLD King Cole was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;And he called for his pipe,And he called for his bowl,And he called for his fiddlers three.And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he;"Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers:"Oh, there's none so rare as can compareWith King Cole and his fiddlers three."
ROWLEY Powley, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry;When the girls come out to playRowley Powley runs away.
FinishFfor a fig,Ifor a jig, andNfor knuckle-bones,Ifor John the waterman, andSfor sack of stones.
Transcriber's NotesVaried capitalization on the riddle answers was retained.One instance each of treetop, tree top and tree-top were retained.The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text willappear.
Varied capitalization on the riddle answers was retained.
One instance each of treetop, tree top and tree-top were retained.
The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text willappear.