PLEASE to rememberThe Fifth of November.Gunpowder treason and plot;I know no reasonWhy gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot.
Over the Water to Charley
OVER the water, and over the sea,And over the water to Charley;Charley loves good ale and wine,And Charley loves good brandy,And Charley loves a pretty girl,As sweet as sugar-candy.Over the water, and over the sea,And over the water to Charley;I'll have none of your nasty beef,Nor I'll have none of your barley;But I'll have some of your very best flour,To make a white cake for my Charley.
AS I was going by Charing Cross,I saw a black man upon a black horse;They told me it was King Charles the First;Oh, dear! my heart was ready to burst!
HIGH diddle ding,Did you hear the bells ring?The parliament soldiers are gone to the King!Some they did laugh, some they did cry,To see the parliament soldiers pass by.
HECTOR PROTECTOR was dressed all ingreen;Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.The Queen did not like him,Nor more did the King;So Hector Protector was sent back again.
WHAT is the rhymefor poringer?The King he had a daughter fair,And gave the Prince of Orange her.
AS I walked by myself,And talked to myself,Myself said unto me,Look to thyself,Take care of thyself,For nobody cares for thee.I answered myself,And said to myself,In the self-same repartee,Look to thyself,Or not look to thyself,The self-same thing will be.
POOR old Robinson Crusoe!Poor old Robinson Crusoe!They made him a coatOf an old nanny goat,I wonder how they could do so!With a ring a ting tang,And a ring a ting tang,Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
THERE was 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 had 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 chandler making candle,When he them strip, he did them handle.There was a navy went into Spain,When it returned, it came again.
JIM and George were two great lords,They fought all in a churn;And when that Jim got George by the nose,Then George began to girn.
See saw, sack-a-day;Monmouth is a pretie boy,Richmond is another,Grafton is my onely joy;And why should I these three destroy,To please a pious brother![1]
[1]The boys are sons of Charles II. The pious brother is James, Duke of York.
[1]The boys are sons of Charles II. The pious brother is James, Duke of York.
LITERAL & SCHOLASTIC
Great A
GREAT A, little a,Bouncing B!The cat's in the cupboard,And can't see me.
IF ifs and ands,Were pots and pans,There would be no need for tinkers!
TELL tale, tit!Your tongue shall be slit,And all the dogs in the townShall have a little bit.
BIRCH and green holly, boys,Birch and green holly.If you get beaten, boys,'Twill be your own folly.
COME when you're called,Do what you're bid,Shut the door after you,Never be chid.
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 Drunkard, and had a red 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 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 an 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 poor harmless fool.
A WAS an apple-pie;B bit it;C cut it;D dealt it;E ate it;F fought for it;G got it;H had it;J joined it;K kept it;L longed for it;M mourned for it;N nodded at it;O opened it;P peeped in it;Q quartered it;R ran for it;S stole it;T took it;V viewed it,W wanted it;X, Y, Z, and amperse-and,All wish'd for a piece in hand.
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 T,Put in the oven for Tommy and me.
MULTIPLICATION is vexation,Division is as bad;The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,And Practice drives me mad.
Doctor Faustus
DOCTOR FAUSTUS was a good man,He whipt his scholars now and then;When he whipp'd them he made them dance,Out of Scotland into France,Out of France into Spain,And then he whipp'd them back again!
A DILLER, 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.
WHEN V and I together meet,They make the number Six compleat.When I with V doth meet once more,Then 'tis they Two can make but Four.And when that V from I is gone,Alas! poor I can make but One.
THIRTY days 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.
Mistress Mary, quite contrary
MISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?With cockle-shells, and silver bells,And pretty maids all a row.
IN fir tar is,In oak none is.In mud eel is,In clay none is.Goat eat ivy,Mare eat oats.
CROSS patch,Draw the latch,Sit by the fire and spin;Take a cup,And drink it up,Then call your neighbours in.
I LOVE my love with an A, because he's Agreeable.I hate him because he's Avaricious.He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,And treated me with Apples.His name's Andrew,And he lives at Arlington.
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 a-kissing;Seventeen, eighteen,Maid a-waiting;Nineteen, twenty,My stomach's empty.
TALES
The man in the moon
THE man in the moon,Came tumbling down,And ask'd his way to Norwich,He went by the south,And burnt his mouthWith supping cold pease-porridge.
MY dear, do you know,How a long time ago,Two poor little children,Whose names I don't know,Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.And when it was night,So sad was their plight,The sun it went down,And the moon gave no light.They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried,And the poor little things, they lay down and died.And when they were dead,The Robins so redBrought strawberry-leavesAnd over them spread;And all the day longThey sung them this song:"Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood!And don't you remember the babes in the wood?"
There was a crooked man
THERE was 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.
SIMPLE SIMON met a pieman,Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Let me taste your ware."Says the pieman to Simple Simon,"Show 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!
I'LL tell you a storyAbout Jack a Nory,—And now my story's begun:I'll tell you anotherAbout Jack his brother,—And now my story's done.
SIMPLE SIMONSIMPLE SIMON
THERE was a man, and he had nought,And robbers came to rob him;He crept up to the chimney-pot,And then they thought they had him.
There was a man, and he had nought
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.
The lion and the unicorn
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.
THERE was a fat man of Bombay,Who was smoking one sunshiny day,When a bird, called a snipe,Flew away with his pipe,Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.
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.
BRYAN O'LIN, and his wife, and wife's mother,They all went over a bridge together;The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,The deuce go with all! quoth Bryan O'Lin.
THERE was a little man,And he had a little gun,And his bullets were made of
lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brookAnd saw a little duck,And he shot it right through the head, head, head.He carried it homeTo his old wife Joan,And bid her a fire for to make, make, make;To roast the little duckHe had shot in the brook,And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.
Three wise men of Gotham
THREE wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl:And if the bowl had been stronger,My song would have been longer.
DOCTOR FOSTER went to Glo'sterIn a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,And never went there again.
ROBIN the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,He ate more meat than fourscore men;He ate a cow, he ate a calf,He ate a butcher and a half;He ate a church, he ate a steeple,He ate 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 complained that his stomach wasn't full.
ROBIN and Richard were two pretty men;They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high:The bull's in the barn threshing the corn,The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn,The cat's at the fire frying of fish,The dog's in the pantry breaking his dish.
OLD Mother 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.Jack rode to his motherThe 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 Jew and the SquireCame behind his back,And began to belabourThe sides of poor Jack.The old Mother GooseThat instant came in,And turned her son JackInto famed Harlequin.She then with her wandTouch'd the lady so fine,And turn'd her at onceInto sweet Columbine.The gold egg into the seaWas thrown then,—When Jack jump'd in,And got the egg back again.The Jew got the goose,Which he vow'd he would kill,Resolving at onceHis pockets to fill.Jack's mother came in,And caught the goose soon,And mounting its back,Flow up to the moon.
Old Abram Brown
OLD Abram Brown is dead and gone,You'll never see him more;He used to wear a long brown coat,That button'd down before.
MY lady Wind, my lady Wind,Went round about the house to findA chink to get her foot in:She tried the key-hole in the door,She tried the crevice in the floor,And drove the chimney soot in.And then one night when it was dark,She blew up such a tiny spark,That all the house was pothered:From it she raised up such a flame,As flamed away to Belting Lane,And White Cross folks were smothered.And thus when once, my little dears,A whisper reaches itching ears,The same will come, you'll find:Take my advice, restrain the tongue,Remember what old nurse has sungOf busy lady Wind.
PUNCH and JudyFought for a pie;Punch gave JudyA sad blow on the eye.
Taffy was a Welshman
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, Taffy 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 a poker and flung it at his head.
Little Tommy Tittlemouse
LITTLE Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.
LITTLE Jack Horner sat in a corner,Eating a Christmas pie;He put in his thumb, and he pulled out a plum,And said, "What a good boy am I!"
SOLOMON GRUNDY,Born on a Monday,Christened on Tuesday,Married on Wednesday,Took ill on Thursday,Worse on Friday,Died on Saturday,Buried on Sunday:This is the endOf Solomon Grundy.
PROVERBS
To make your candles last for a'
TO make your candles last for a',You wives and maids give ear-o!To put 'em out's the only way,Says honest John Boldero.
ST. SWITHIN's day, if thou dost rain,For forty days it will remain:St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,For forty days 'twill rain na mair.
IF wishes were horses,Beggars would ride;If turnips were watches,I would wear one by my side.
NATURE requires five,Custom gives seven!Laziness takes nine,And Wickedness eleven. [Hours of Sleep.
SEE a pin and pick it up,All the day you'll have good luck;See a pin and let it lay,Bad luck you'll have all the day!
NEEDLES and pins, needles and pins.When a man marries his trouble begins.
BOUNCE buckram, velvet's dear;Christmas comes but once a year.
A MAN of words and not of deeds,Is like a garden full of weeds;And when the weeds begin to grow,It's like a garden full of snow;And when the snow begins to fall,It's like a bird upon the wall;And when the bird away does fly,It's like an eagle in the sky;And when the sky begins to roar,It's like a lion at the door;And when the door begins to crack,It's like a stick across your back;And when your back begins to smart,It's like a penknife in your heart;And when your heart begins to bleed,You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
IF you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow.
When the wind is in the east
WHEN the wind is in the east,'Tis neither good for man nor beast;When the wind is in the north,The skilful fisher goes not forth;When the wind is in the south,It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;When the wind is in the west,Then 'tis at the very best.
He that would thrive
HE that would thriveMust rise at five;He that hath thrivenMay lie till seven;And he that by the plough would thrive,Himself must either hold or drive.
A SWARM of bees in MayIs worth a load of hay;A swarm of bees in JuneIs worth a silver spoon;A swarm of bees in JulyIs not worth a fly.Is not worth a fly.
YEOW mussent sing a' Sunday,Becaze it is a sin,But yeow may sing a' MondayTill Sunday cums agin.
A SUNSHINY showerWon't last half an hour.
FOR every evil under the sun,There is a remedy, or there is none.If there be one, try and find it;If there be none, never mind it.
THE art of good driving's a paradox quite,Though custom has prov'd it so long;If you go to the left, you're sure to go right,If you go to the right, you go wrong.
AS the days lengthen,So the storms strengthen.
THE fair maid who, the first of May,Goes to the fields at break of day,And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree,Will ever after handsome be.
FRIDAY night's dream,On the Saturday told,Is sure to come true,Be it never so old.
EARLY to bed, and early to rise,Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
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.
FOR want of a nail, the shoe was lost;For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;For want of the horse, the rider was lost;For want of the rider, the battle was lost;For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost;And all from the want of a horseshoe nail.
MARCH winds and April showersBring forth May flowers.
SONGS
One misty moisty morning
ONE misty moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,There I met an old manClothed all in leather;Clothed all in leather,With cap under his chin,—How do you do, and how do you do,And how do you do again!
THE fox and his wife they had a great strife,They never eat mustard in all their whole life;They eat their meat without fork or knife,And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;The stars they were shining, and all things bright;Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine nightFor me to go through the town, e-ho!The fox when he came to yonder stile,He lifted his lugs and he listened a while!Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mileFrom this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,Who should he see but the farmer's drake;I love you well for your master's sake,And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!The grey goose she ran round the hay-stack,Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;You'll grease my beard and ride on my backFrom this into yonder wee town, e-ho!Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,She opened the casement, and popped out her head;Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is dead,And the fox is gone through the town, oh!Then the old man got up in his red cap,And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,And ran through the town, the town, oh!When he got up to the top of the hill,He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,For joy that he was safeThrough the town, oh!When the fox came back to his den,He had young ones both nine and ten,"You're welcome home, daddy, you may go again,If you bring us such nice meatFrom the town, oh!"
MY father 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, &c.I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half!With my, &c.I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:With my, &c.I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:With my, &c.