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Heream I, little jumping Joan;When nobody's with me,I'm always alone.

Heream I, little jumping Joan;

When nobody's with me,

I'm always alone.

Therewas an old woman had nothing,And there came thieves to rob her;When she cried out she made no noise,But all the country heard her.

Therewas an old woman had nothing,

And there came thieves to rob her;

When she cried out she made no noise,

But all the country heard her.

Therewas a little Guinea-pig,Who, being little, was not big;He always walked upon his feet,And never fasted when he eat.When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And while he ran, as I am told,He ne'er stood still for young or old.He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;Though ne'er instructed by a cat,He knew a mouse was not a rat.One day, as I am certified,He took a whim and fairly died;And, as I'm told by men of sense,He never has been living since.

Therewas a little Guinea-pig,Who, being little, was not big;He always walked upon his feet,And never fasted when he eat.

Therewas a little Guinea-pig,

Who, being little, was not big;

He always walked upon his feet,

And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And while he ran, as I am told,He ne'er stood still for young or old.

When from a place he ran away,

He never at that place did stay;

And while he ran, as I am told,

He ne'er stood still for young or old.

He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;Though ne'er instructed by a cat,He knew a mouse was not a rat.

He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,

And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;

Though ne'er instructed by a cat,

He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certified,He took a whim and fairly died;And, as I'm told by men of sense,He never has been living since.

One day, as I am certified,

He took a whim and fairly died;

And, as I'm told by men of sense,

He never has been living since.

[Mind your punctuation!]

I sawa peacock with a fiery tail,I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,I saw an oak creep upon the ground,I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,I saw the sea brimful of ale,I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.

I sawa peacock with a fiery tail,

I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,

I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,

I saw an oak creep upon the ground,

I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,

I saw the sea brimful of ale,

I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,

I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,

I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,

I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,

I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,

I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.

Mytrue love lives far from me,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.Many a rich present he sends to me,Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.He sent me a goose, without a bone;He sent me a cherry, without a stone.Petrum, &c.He sent me a Bible, no man could read;He sent me a blanket, without a thread.Petrum, &c.How could there be a goose without a bone?How could there be a cherry without a stone?Petrum, &c.How could there be a Bible no man could read?How could there be a blanket without a thread?Petrum, &c.When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.Petrum, &c.When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read;When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread.Petrum, &c.

Mytrue love lives far from me,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.Many a rich present he sends to me,Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

Mytrue love lives far from me,

Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

Many a rich present he sends to me,

Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,

Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

He sent me a goose, without a bone;He sent me a cherry, without a stone.Petrum, &c.

He sent me a goose, without a bone;

He sent me a cherry, without a stone.

Petrum, &c.

He sent me a Bible, no man could read;He sent me a blanket, without a thread.Petrum, &c.

He sent me a Bible, no man could read;

He sent me a blanket, without a thread.

Petrum, &c.

How could there be a goose without a bone?How could there be a cherry without a stone?Petrum, &c.

How could there be a goose without a bone?

How could there be a cherry without a stone?

Petrum, &c.

How could there be a Bible no man could read?How could there be a blanket without a thread?Petrum, &c.

How could there be a Bible no man could read?

How could there be a blanket without a thread?

Petrum, &c.

When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.Petrum, &c.

When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;

When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.

Petrum, &c.

When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read;When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread.Petrum, &c.

When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read;

When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread.

Petrum, &c.

Therewas a man and he was mad,And he jump'd into a pea-swad;*The pea-swad was over-full,So he jump'd into a roaring bull;The roaring bull was over-fat,So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;The gentleman's hat was over-fine,So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;The bottle of wine was over-dear,So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;The bottle of beer was over-thick,So he jump'd into a club-stick;The club-stick was over-narrow,So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;The wheel-barrow began to crack,So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;The hay-stack began to blaze,So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!

Therewas a man and he was mad,

And he jump'd into a pea-swad;*

The pea-swad was over-full,

So he jump'd into a roaring bull;

The roaring bull was over-fat,

So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;

The gentleman's hat was over-fine,

So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;

The bottle of wine was over-dear,

So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;

The bottle of beer was over-thick,

So he jump'd into a club-stick;

The club-stick was over-narrow,

So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;

The wheel-barrow began to crack,

So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;

The hay-stack began to blaze,

So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!

* The pod or shell of a pea.

I sawa ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea;And, oh! it was all ladenWith pretty things for thee!There were comfits in the cabin,And apples in the hold;The sails were made of silk,And the masts were made of gold:The four-and-twenty sailors,That stood between the decks,Were four-and-twenty white mice,With chains about their necks.The captain was a duck,With a packet on his back;And when the ship began to move,The captain said, "Quack! quack!"

I sawa ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea;And, oh! it was all ladenWith pretty things for thee!

I sawa ship a-sailing,

A-sailing on the sea;

And, oh! it was all laden

With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin,And apples in the hold;The sails were made of silk,And the masts were made of gold:

There were comfits in the cabin,

And apples in the hold;

The sails were made of silk,

And the masts were made of gold:

The four-and-twenty sailors,That stood between the decks,Were four-and-twenty white mice,With chains about their necks.

The four-and-twenty sailors,

That stood between the decks,

Were four-and-twenty white mice,

With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,With a packet on his back;And when the ship began to move,The captain said, "Quack! quack!"

The captain was a duck,

With a packet on his back;

And when the ship began to move,

The captain said, "Quack! quack!"

BarneyBodkin broke his nose,Without feet we can't have toes;Crazy folks are always mad,Want of money makes us sad.

BarneyBodkin broke his nose,

Without feet we can't have toes;

Crazy folks are always mad,

Want of money makes us sad.

Ifa man who turnips criesCries not when his father dies,It is a proof that he would ratherHave a turnip than his father.

Ifa man who turnips cries

Cries not when his father dies,

It is a proof that he would rather

Have a turnip than his father.

Twelfth Class--Lullabies

fancy rule

Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,—Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.

ushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,

And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;

Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,—

Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.

Dance, little baby, dance up high,Never mind, baby, mother is by;Crow and caper, caper and crow,There, little baby, there you go;Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.Backwards and forwards, round and round;Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!

Dance, little baby, dance up high,

Never mind, baby, mother is by;

Crow and caper, caper and crow,

There, little baby, there you go;

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.

Backwards and forwards, round and round;

Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,

With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!

[The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,' fol., London, 1611, p. 3.]

Tomarket, to market,To buy a plum bun:Home again, come again,Market is done.

Tomarket, to market,

To buy a plum bun:

Home again, come again,

Market is done.

Danceto your daddy,My little babby,Dance to your daddy;My little lamb.You shall have a fishy,In a little dishy;You shall have a fishyWhen the boat comes in.

Danceto your daddy,My little babby,Dance to your daddy;My little lamb.

Danceto your daddy,

My little babby,

Dance to your daddy;

My little lamb.

You shall have a fishy,In a little dishy;You shall have a fishyWhen the boat comes in.

You shall have a fishy,

In a little dishy;

You shall have a fishy

When the boat comes in.

Tomshall have a new bonnet,With blue ribbands to tie on it,With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,Who so like to Tommy's daddy?

Tomshall have a new bonnet,

With blue ribbands to tie on it,

With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,

Who so like to Tommy's daddy?

Bye, baby bumpkin,Where's Tony Lumpkin?My lady's on her death-bed,With eating half a pumpkin.

Bye, baby bumpkin,

Where's Tony Lumpkin?

My lady's on her death-bed,

With eating half a pumpkin.

[From 'The Pleasant Comœdie of Patient Grissell,' 1603.]

Hush, hush, hush, hush!And I dance mine own child,And I dance mine own child,Hush, hush, hush, hush!

Hush, hush, hush, hush!

And I dance mine own child,

Hush, hush, hush, hush!

Hushthee, my babby,Lie still with thy daddy,Thy mammy has gone to the mill,To grind thee some wheat,To make thee some meat,And so, my dear babby, lie still.

Hushthee, my babby,

Lie still with thy daddy,

Thy mammy has gone to the mill,

To grind thee some wheat,

To make thee some meat,

And so, my dear babby, lie still.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,And hey, my kitten, my deary!Such a sweet pet as thisWas neither far nor neary.Here we go up, up, up,And here we go down, down, downy;And here we go backwards and forwards,And here we go round, round, roundy.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,And hey, my kitten, my deary!Such a sweet pet as thisWas neither far nor neary.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,

And hey, my kitten, my deary!

Such a sweet pet as this

Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,And here we go down, down, downy;And here we go backwards and forwards,And here we go round, round, roundy.

Here we go up, up, up,

And here we go down, down, downy;

And here we go backwards and forwards,

And here we go round, round, roundy.

I won'tbe my father's Jack,I won't be my mother's Gill,I will be the fiddler's wife,And have music when I will.T'other little tune,T'other little tune,Pr'ythee, love, play meT'other little tune.

I won'tbe my father's Jack,

I won't be my mother's Gill,

I will be the fiddler's wife,

And have music when I will.

T'other little tune,

Pr'ythee, love, play me

T'other little tune.

Dantybaby diddy,What can a mammy do wid'e,But sit in a lap,And give 'un a pap?Sing danty baby diddy.

Dantybaby diddy,

What can a mammy do wid'e,

But sit in a lap,

And give 'un a pap?

Sing danty baby diddy.

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;

Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;

And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;

And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

Bye, O my baby!When I was a lady,O then my poor baby did'nt cry!But my baby is weeping,For want of good keeping,Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!

Bye, O my baby!

When I was a lady,

O then my poor baby did'nt cry!

But my baby is weeping,

For want of good keeping,

Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!

Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,Hush-a-bye a milk cow,You shall have a little stickTo beat the naughty bow-wow.

Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,

Hush-a-bye a milk cow,

You shall have a little stick

To beat the naughty bow-wow.

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,

Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

Ride, baby, ride,Pretty baby shall ride,And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,And little pussy-cat tied to the other,And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,To see her grandmother,To see her grandmother.

Ride, baby, ride,

Pretty baby shall ride,

And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,

And little pussy-cat tied to the other,

And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,

To see her grandmother,

To see her grandmother.

Bye, baby bunting,Daddy's gone a hunting,To get a little hare's skinTo wrap a baby bunting in.

Bye, baby bunting,

Daddy's gone a hunting,

To get a little hare's skin

To wrap a baby bunting in.

Giveme a blow, and I'll beat 'em,Why did they vex my baby?Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,And cuddle your nurse, my deary.

Giveme a blow, and I'll beat 'em,

Why did they vex my baby?

Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,

And cuddle your nurse, my deary.

Mydear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy;Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.

Mydear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,

My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy;

Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,

Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.

[A favourite lullaby in the north of England fifty years ago, and perhaps still heard. The last word is pronouncedbee.]

Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,It grieves me sore to see thee weep,For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,Hush-a-bye, lie still andbye.

Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,

It grieves me sore to see thee weep,

For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,

Hush-a-bye, lie still andbye.

[FromYorkshireandEssex. A nursery-cry.—It is also sometimes sung in the streets by boys who have small figures of wool, wood, or gypsum, &c. of lambs to sell.]

YoungLambs to sell!Young Lambs to sell!If I'd as much money as I can tell,I never would cry—Young Lambs to sell!

YoungLambs to sell!

Young Lambs to sell!

If I'd as much money as I can tell,

I never would cry—Young Lambs to sell!

[FromYorkshire. A nursery-cry.]

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!Come, my ladies, come and buy;Else your babies they will cry.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!

Come, my ladies, come and buy;

Else your babies they will cry.

Tomarket, to market,To buy a plum cake;Home again, home again,Ne'er a one baked;The baker is dead and all his men,And we must go to market again.

Tomarket, to market,

To buy a plum cake;

Home again, home again,

Ne'er a one baked;

The baker is dead and all his men,

And we must go to market again.

Rockwell my cradle,And "bee baa," my son;You shall have a new gown,When ye lord comes home.Oh! still my child, Orange,Still him with a bell;I can't still him, ladie,Till you come down yoursell!

Rockwell my cradle,And "bee baa," my son;You shall have a new gown,When ye lord comes home.

Rockwell my cradle,

And "bee baa," my son;

You shall have a new gown,

When ye lord comes home.

Oh! still my child, Orange,Still him with a bell;I can't still him, ladie,Till you come down yoursell!

Oh! still my child, Orange,

Still him with a bell;

I can't still him, ladie,

Till you come down yoursell!

Wherewas a sugar and fretty?And where was jewel and spicy?Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,And we'll go away in a tricy!

Wherewas a sugar and fretty?

And where was jewel and spicy?

Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,

And we'll go away in a tricy!

I'llbuy you a tartan bonnet,And some feathers to put on it,Tartan trews and a phillibeg,Because you are so like your daddy.

I'llbuy you a tartan bonnet,

And some feathers to put on it,

Tartan trews and a phillibeg,

Because you are so like your daddy.

coronet with three feathers

Thirteenth Class--Jingles

fancy rule

[The first line of the following is the burden of a song in the 'Tempest,' act i, sc. 2. and also of one in the 'Merchant of Venice, act iii, sc. 2.]

Ding dong bell,Pussy's in the well!Who put her in?—Little Tommy Lin.Who pulled her out?—Dog with long snout.What a naughty boy was thatTo drown poor pussy-cat,Who never did any harm,But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.

ing dong bell,

Pussy's in the well!

Who put her in?—

Little Tommy Lin.

Who pulled her out?—

Dog with long snout.

What a naughty boy was that

To drown poor pussy-cat,

Who never did any harm,

But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.

Heyding a ding, what shall I sing?How many holes in a skimmer?Four and twenty,—my stomach is empty;Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.

Heyding a ding, what shall I sing?

How many holes in a skimmer?

Four and twenty,—my stomach is empty;

Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.

Cocka doodle doo!My dame has lost her shoe;My master's lost his fiddling stick,And don't know what to do.Cock a doodle doo!What is my dame to do?Till master finds his fiddling stick,She'll dance without her shoe.Cock a doodle doo!My dame has lost her shoe,And master's found his fiddling stick,Sing doodle doodle doo!Cock a doodle doo!My dame will dance with you,While master fiddles his fiddling stick.For dame and doodle doo.Cock a doodle doo!Dame has lost her shoe;Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,And can't tell what to do.

Cocka doodle doo!My dame has lost her shoe;My master's lost his fiddling stick,And don't know what to do.

Cocka doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe;

My master's lost his fiddling stick,

And don't know what to do.

Cock a doodle doo!What is my dame to do?Till master finds his fiddling stick,She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo!

What is my dame to do?

Till master finds his fiddling stick,

She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo!My dame has lost her shoe,And master's found his fiddling stick,Sing doodle doodle doo!

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe,

And master's found his fiddling stick,

Sing doodle doodle doo!

Cock a doodle doo!My dame will dance with you,While master fiddles his fiddling stick.For dame and doodle doo.

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame will dance with you,

While master fiddles his fiddling stick.

For dame and doodle doo.

Cock a doodle doo!Dame has lost her shoe;Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,And can't tell what to do.

Cock a doodle doo!

Dame has lost her shoe;

Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,

And can't tell what to do.

Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty;The cat ran up the plum-tree.I'll lay you a crownI'll fetch you down;So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty;

The cat ran up the plum-tree.

I'll lay you a crown

I'll fetch you down;

So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

LittleTee Wee,He went to seaIn an open boat;And while afloatThe little boat bended,And my story's ended.

LittleTee Wee,

He went to sea

In an open boat;

And while afloat

The little boat bended,

And my story's ended.

Sing, sing, what shall I sing?The cat has eat the pudding-string;Do, do, what shall I do?The cat has bit it quite in two.

Sing, sing, what shall I sing?

The cat has eat the pudding-string;

Do, do, what shall I do?

The cat has bit it quite in two.

[I do not know whether the following may have reference to the game of handy-dandy, mentioned in 'King Lear,' act iv, sc. 6, and in Florio's 'New World of Words,' 1611, p. 57.]

HandySpandy, Jack-a-dandy,Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;He bought some at a grocer's shop,And out he came, hop, hop, hop.

HandySpandy, Jack-a-dandy,

Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;

He bought some at a grocer's shop,

And out he came, hop, hop, hop.

Tiddleliddle lightum,Pitch and tar;Tiddle liddle lightum,What's that for?

Tiddleliddle lightum,

Pitch and tar;

Tiddle liddle lightum,

What's that for?

Singjigmijole, the pudding-bowl,The table and the frame;My master he did cudgel meFor speaking of my dame.

Singjigmijole, the pudding-bowl,

The table and the frame;

My master he did cudgel me

For speaking of my dame.

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son JohnWent to bed with his trowsers on;One shoe off, the other shoe on,Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John

Went to bed with his trowsers on;

One shoe off, the other shoe on,

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe.Give me a pancakeAnd I'll go.Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, ditter,Please to give meA bit of a fritter.

Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe.

Give me a pancake

And I'll go.

Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, ditter,

Please to give me

A bit of a fritter.

Feedum, fiddledum fee,The cat's got into the tree.Pussy, come down,Or I'll crack your crown,And toss you into the sea.

Feedum, fiddledum fee,

The cat's got into the tree.

Pussy, come down,

Or I'll crack your crown,

And toss you into the sea.

LittleJack a DandyWanted sugar-candy,And fairly for it cried;But little Billy CookWho always reads his book,Shall have a horse to ride.

LittleJack a Dandy

Wanted sugar-candy,

And fairly for it cried;

But little Billy Cook

Who always reads his book,

Shall have a horse to ride.

Hyderiddle diddle dell,A yard of pudding's not an ell;Not forgetting tweedle-dye,A tailor's goose will never fly.

Hyderiddle diddle dell,

A yard of pudding's not an ell;

Not forgetting tweedle-dye,

A tailor's goose will never fly.

GillySilly Jarter,Who has lost a garter?In a shower of rain,The miller found it,The miller ground it,And the miller gave it to Silly again.

GillySilly Jarter,

Who has lost a garter?

In a shower of rain,

The miller found it,

The miller ground it,

And the miller gave it to Silly again.

Huba dub dub,Three men in a tub;And who do you think they be?The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;Turn 'em out, knaves all three!

Huba dub dub,

Three men in a tub;

And who do you think they be?

The butcher, the baker,

The candlestick-maker;

Turn 'em out, knaves all three!

Heydiddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,The merchants of London they wear scarlet;Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem,So merrily march the merchantmen.

Heydiddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,

The merchants of London they wear scarlet;

Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem,

So merrily march the merchantmen.

Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,The fly shall marry the humble-bee.They went to the church, and married was she,The fly has married the humble-bee.

Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,

The fly shall marry the humble-bee.

They went to the church, and married was she,

The fly has married the humble-bee.

Hey, dorolot, dorolot!Hey, dorolay, dorolay!Hey, my bonny boat, bonny boat,Hey, drag away, drag away!

Hey, dorolot, dorolot!

Hey, dorolay, dorolay!

Hey, my bonny boat, bonny boat,

Hey, drag away, drag away!

A catcame fiddling out of a barn,With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,The mouse has married the humble-bee;Pipe, cat,—dance, mouse,We'll have a wedding at our good house.

A catcame fiddling out of a barn,

With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;

She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,

The mouse has married the humble-bee;

Pipe, cat,—dance, mouse,

We'll have a wedding at our good house.

Hey! diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laugh'dTo see the sport,While the dish ran after the spoon.

Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laugh'd

To see the sport,

While the dish ran after the spoon.

Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan,I'll have a piper to be my good man;And if I get less meat, I shall get game,Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan.

Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan,

I'll have a piper to be my good man;

And if I get less meat, I shall get game,

Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan.

Tweedle-dumand 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.

Tweedle-dumand tweedle-dee

Resolved to have a battle,

For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee

Had 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.

Comedance a jigTo my Granny's pig,With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy;Come dance a jigTo my Granny's pig,And pussy-cat shall crowdy.

Comedance a jig

To my Granny's pig,

With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy;

Come dance a jig

To my Granny's pig,

And pussy-cat shall crowdy.

Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.

Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,

When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.

The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.

Ding, dong, darrow,The cat and the sparrow;The little dog has burnt his tail,And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.

Ding, dong, darrow,

The cat and the sparrow;

The little dog has burnt his tail,

And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.

LittleDicky DilverHad a wife of silver,He took a stick and broke her back,And sold her to the miller;The miller would'nt have her,So he threw her in the river.

LittleDicky Dilver

Had a wife of silver,

He took a stick and broke her back,

And sold her to the miller;

The miller would'nt have her,

So he threw her in the river.

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.

Doodle, doodle, doo,The princess lost her shoe;Her highness hopp'd,The fidler stopped,Not knowing what to do.

Doodle, doodle, doo,

The princess lost her shoe;

Her highness hopp'd,

The fidler stopped,

Not knowing what to do.

Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.

Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,

If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.

[Magotty-pie is given in MS. Lands. 1033, fol. 2, as a Wiltshire word for a magpie. See also 'Macbeth,' act iii, sc. 4. The same term occurs in the dictionaries of Hollyband, Cotgrave, and Minsheu.]

Roundabout, round about,Magotty-pie,My father loves good ale,And so do I.

Roundabout, round about,

Magotty-pie,

My father loves good ale,

And so do I.

High, ding, cockatoo-moody,Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;High, ding, straps of leather,Two little puppy-dogs tied together;One by the head, and one by the tail,And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

High, ding, cockatoo-moody,

Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;

High, ding, straps of leather,

Two little puppy-dogs tied together;

One by the head, and one by the tail,

And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

[Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be concluded with the Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest favourites—Hey! diddle, diddle. We have endeavoured, as far as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition that could offend the most fastidious ear; but the following annotations on a song we cannot be induced to omit, would appear to suggest that our endeavours arescarcelylikely to be attended with success.]

"Hey! diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle"—

"Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle"—

Yes, thee may say that,for that is nonsense.

"The cow jumped over the moon"—

Oh no! Mary,thee musn't say that, for that is a falsehood; thee knows a cow could never jump over the moon; but a cow may jump under it; so thee ought to say—"The cow jumpedunderthe moon." Yes,—

"The cow jumped under the moon;The little dog laughed"—

"The cow jumped under the moon;

The little dog laughed"—

Oh Mary, stop.How can a little dog laugh? thee knows a little dog can't laugh. Thee ought to say—"The little dogbarked—to see the sport,"

"And the dish ran after the spoon"—

Stop, Mary, stop.A dish could never run after a spoon; thee ought to know that. Thee had better say—"And thecatran after the spoon." So,—

"Hey! diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jump'dunderthe moon;The little dogbark'd,To see the sport,And thecatran after the spoon!"

"Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jump'dunderthe moon;

The little dogbark'd,

To see the sport,

And thecatran after the spoon!"

Fourteenth Class--Love and Matrimony

fancy rule

As I was going up Pippen-hill,Pippen-hill was dirty,There I met a pretty miss,And she dropt me a curtsey.Little miss, pretty miss,Blessings light upon you!If I had half-a-crown a day,I'd spend it all on you.

As I was going up Pippen-hill,Pippen-hill was dirty,There I met a pretty miss,And she dropt me a curtsey.

s I was going up Pippen-hill,

Pippen-hill was dirty,

There I met a pretty miss,

And she dropt me a curtsey.

Little miss, pretty miss,Blessings light upon you!If I had half-a-crown a day,I'd spend it all on you.

Little miss, pretty miss,

Blessings light upon you!

If I had half-a-crown a day,

I'd spend it all on you.

Bravenews is come to town,Brave news is carried;Brave news is come to town,Jemmy Dawson's married.

Bravenews is come to town,

Brave news is carried;

Brave news is come to town,

Jemmy Dawson's married.

Willy, Willy Wilkin,Kissed the maids a-milking,Fa, la, la!And with his merry daffing,He set them all a laughing.Ha, ha, ha!

Willy, Willy Wilkin,

Kissed the maids a-milking,

Fa, la, la!

And with his merry daffing,

He set them all a laughing.

Ha, ha, ha!

It'sonce I courted as pretty a lass,As ever your eyes did see;But now she's come to such a pass,She never will do for me.She invited me to her own house,Where oft I'd been before,And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,And I'll never go there any more.

It'sonce I courted as pretty a lass,

As ever your eyes did see;

But now she's come to such a pass,

She never will do for me.

She invited me to her own house,

Where oft I'd been before,

And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,

And I'll never go there any more.

Sylvia, sweet as morning air,Do not drive me to despair:Long have I sighed in vain,Now I am come again,Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,—Will you be mine or no?Simon pray leave off your suit,For of your courting you'll reap no fruit,I would rather give a crownThan be married to a clown;Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,—Go, for a booby, go.

Sylvia, sweet as morning air,Do not drive me to despair:Long have I sighed in vain,Now I am come again,Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,—Will you be mine or no?

Sylvia, sweet as morning air,

Do not drive me to despair:

Long have I sighed in vain,

Now I am come again,

Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,—

Will you be mine or no?

Simon pray leave off your suit,For of your courting you'll reap no fruit,I would rather give a crownThan be married to a clown;Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,—Go, for a booby, go.

Simon pray leave off your suit,

For of your courting you'll reap no fruit,

I would rather give a crown

Than be married to a clown;

Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,—

Go, for a booby, go.

Whatcare I how black I be,Twenty pounds will marry me;If twenty won't, forty shall,I am my mother's bouncing girl!

Whatcare I how black I be,

Twenty pounds will marry me;

If twenty won't, forty shall,

I am my mother's bouncing girl!

"Wherehave you been all the day,My boy Willy?""I've been all the day,Courting of a lady gay:But oh! she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy.""What work can she do,My boy Willy?Can she bake and can she brew,My boy Willy?""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 Willy?""Twice two, twice seven,Twice ten twice eleven:But oh! she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy."

"Wherehave you been all the day,My boy Willy?""I've been all the day,Courting of a lady gay:But oh! she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy."

"Wherehave you been all the day,

My boy Willy?"

"I've been all the day,

Courting of a lady gay:

But oh! she's too young

To be taken from her mammy."

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

My boy Willy?

Can she bake and can she brew,

My boy Willy?"

"She can brew and she can bake,

And she can make our wedding cake:

But oh! she's too young

To be taken from her mammy."

"What age may she be? What age may she be?My boy Willy?""Twice two, twice seven,Twice ten twice eleven:But oh! she's too youngTo be taken from her mammy."

"What age may she be? What age may she be?

My boy Willy?"

"Twice two, twice seven,

Twice ten twice eleven:

But oh! she's too young

To be taken from her mammy."

[This is part of a little work called 'Authentic Memoirs of the little Man and the little Maid, with some interesting particulars of their lives,' which I suspect is more modern than the following. Walpole printed a small broadside containing a different version.]

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."The little maid replied,Some say a little sighed,"But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?Will the love that you're so rich inMake a fire in the kitchen?Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"

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."

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."

The little maid replied,Some say a little sighed,"But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?Will the love that you're so rich inMake a fire in the kitchen?Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"

The little maid replied,

Some say a little sighed,

"But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?

Will the love that you're so rich in

Make a fire in the kitchen?

Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"

Therewas a little boy and a little girlLived in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,"Shall I, oh! shall I?"Says the little girl to the little boy,"What shall we do?"Says the little boy to the little girl,"I will kiss you."

Therewas a little boy and a little girlLived in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,"Shall I, oh! shall I?"

Therewas a little boy and a little girl

Lived in an alley;

Says the little boy to the little girl,

"Shall I, oh! shall I?"

Says the little girl to the little boy,"What shall we do?"Says the little boy to the little girl,"I will kiss you."

Says the little girl to the little boy,

"What shall we do?"

Says the little boy to the little girl,

"I will kiss you."

A cowand a calf,An ox and a half,Forty good shillings and three;Is that not enough tocherFor a shoe-maker's daughter,A bonny lass with a black e'e?

A cowand a calf,

An ox and a half,

Forty good shillings and three;

Is that not enough tocher

For a shoe-maker's daughter,

A bonny lass with a black e'e?

O thelittle rusty, dusty, rusty miller!I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.

O thelittle rusty, dusty, rusty miller!

I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.

AsTommy Snooks and Bessy BrooksWere walking out one Sunday,Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,"To-morrow will be Monday."

AsTommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks

Were walking out one Sunday,

Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,

"To-morrow will be Monday."

LittleJack Jingle,He used to live single:But when he got tired of this kind of life,He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife.

LittleJack Jingle,

He used to live single:

But when he got tired of this kind of life,

He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife.

Whenshall we be married,My dear Nicholas Wood?We will be married on Monday,And will not that be very good?What, shall we be married no sooner?Why sure the man's gone wood!*What shall we have for our dinner,My dear Nicholas Wood?We will have bacon and pudding,And will not that be very good?What, shall we have nothing more?Why sure the man's gone wood!Who shall we have at our wedding,My dear Nicholas Wood?We will have mammy and daddy,And will not that be very good?What, shall we have nobody else?Why sure the man's gone wood!

Whenshall we be married,My dear Nicholas Wood?We will be married on Monday,And will not that be very good?What, shall we be married no sooner?Why sure the man's gone wood!*

Whenshall we be married,

My dear Nicholas Wood?

We will be married on Monday,

And will not that be very good?

What, shall we be married no sooner?

Why sure the man's gone wood!*

What shall we have for our dinner,My dear Nicholas Wood?We will have bacon and pudding,And will not that be very good?What, shall we have nothing more?Why sure the man's gone wood!

What shall we have for our dinner,

My dear Nicholas Wood?

We will have bacon and pudding,

And will not that be very good?

What, shall we have nothing more?

Why sure the man's gone wood!

Who shall we have at our wedding,My dear Nicholas Wood?We will have mammy and daddy,And will not that be very good?What, shall we have nobody else?Why sure the man's gone wood!

Who shall we have at our wedding,

My dear Nicholas Wood?

We will have mammy and daddy,

And will not that be very good?

What, shall we have nobody else?

Why sure the man's gone wood!

* Mad. This sense of the word has long been obsolete; and exhibits therefore, the antiquity of these lines.]

TommyTrot, a man of law,Sold his bed and lay upon straw:Sold the straw and slept on grass,To buy his wife a looking-glass.

TommyTrot, a man of law,

Sold his bed and lay upon straw:

Sold the straw and slept on grass,

To buy his wife a looking-glass.

We'reall dry with drinking on't.We're all dry with drinking on't;The piper spoke to the fiddler's wife,And I can't sleep for thinking on't.

We'reall dry with drinking on't.

We're all dry with drinking on't;

The piper spoke to the fiddler's wife,

And I can't sleep for thinking on't.

"John, come sell thy fiddle,And buy thy wife a gown.""No, I'll not sell my fiddle,For ne'er a wife in town."

"John, come sell thy fiddle,

And buy thy wife a gown."

"No, I'll not sell my fiddle,

For ne'er a wife in town."

Uphill and down dale;Butter is made in every vale,And if that Nancy CookIs a good girl,She shall have a spouse,And make butter anon,Before her old grandmotherGrows a young man.

Uphill and down dale;

Butter is made in every vale,

And if that Nancy Cook

Is a good girl,

She shall have a spouse,

And make butter anon,

Before her old grandmother

Grows a young man.

Jackin the pulpit, out and in;Sold his wife for a minikin pin.

Jackin the pulpit, out and in;

Sold his wife for a minikin pin.

Didyou see my wife, did you see, did you see,Did you see my wife looking for me?She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it,And dimity petticoats over her knee.

Didyou see my wife, did you see, did you see,

Did you see my wife looking for me?

She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it,

And dimity petticoats over her knee.

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