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Title: The Panjandrum Picture BookAuthor: Randolph CaldecottRelease date: April 11, 2009 [eBook #28557]Language: EnglishCredits: Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttp://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from imagesgenerously made available by The Internet Archive/AmericanLibraries.)
Title: The Panjandrum Picture Book
Author: Randolph Caldecott
Author: Randolph Caldecott
Release date: April 11, 2009 [eBook #28557]
Language: English
Credits: Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttp://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from imagesgenerously made available by The Internet Archive/AmericanLibraries.)
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COME LASSES AND LADSRIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS, ANDA FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MAREMRS. MARY BLAIZETHE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF
LONDON FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.,Ltd.AND NEW YORKPrinted in Great Britain
COME LASSES AND LADS
Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,
Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,
And away to the May-pole hey:
And away to the May-pole hey:
For every heHas got him a she,with a minstrel standing by.
For every heHas got him a she,with a minstrel standing by.
ForWillyhas gotten hisJill,AndJohnnyhas got hisJone,To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it,Jigg it up and down.
ForWillyhas gotten hisJill,AndJohnnyhas got hisJone,To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it,Jigg it up and down.
"Strike up," saysWatt; "Agreed," saysKate,"And I prithee, Fiddler, play;""Content," saysHodge, and so saysMadge,For this is a Holiday!Then every man did put his hat off to his lass,And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass.
"Strike up," saysWatt; "Agreed," saysKate,"And I prithee, Fiddler, play;""Content," saysHodge, and so saysMadge,For this is a Holiday!Then every man did put his hat off to his lass,And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass.
"Begin," saysHall; "Ay, ay," saysMall,"We'll lead up Packington's pound;""No, no," saysNoll, and so saysDoll,"We'll first have Sellenger's round."
"Begin," saysHall; "Ay, ay," saysMall,"We'll lead up Packington's pound;""No, no," saysNoll, and so saysDoll,"We'll first have Sellenger's round."
Then every man beganto foot it round about,And every girl did jet it,Jet it, jet it in and out.
Then every man beganto foot it round about,And every girl did jet it,Jet it, jet it in and out.
"You're out," saysDick; "Not I," saysNick."The Fiddler played it false;""'Tis true," saysHugh, and so saysSue,And so says nimbleAlice.
"You're out," saysDick; "Not I," saysNick."The Fiddler played it false;""'Tis true," saysHugh, and so saysSue,And so says nimbleAlice.
The Fiddler then began to play the tune again,And every girl did trip it,Trip it, trip it to the men.
The Fiddler then began to play the tune again,And every girl did trip it,Trip it, trip it to the men.
Then after an hour, they went to a bower,And played for ale and cakes,And kisses too—until they were due the lasses held the stakes.
Then after an hour, they went to a bower,And played for ale and cakes,And kisses too—until they were due the lasses held the stakes.
The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men,And bid them take their kisses back, and give them their own again,And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again.
The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men,And bid them take their kisses back, and give them their own again,And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again.
Now there they did stay the whole of the day,And tired the Fiddler quite,With singing and playing, without any paying,From morning until night.
Now there they did stay the whole of the day,And tired the Fiddler quite,With singing and playing, without any paying,From morning until night.
They told the Fiddler then, they'd pay him for his play,
And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence, gave him and went away
"Good-night," saysHarry; "Good-night," saysMary;"Good-night," saysDollytoJohn;"Good-night," saysSue, to her sweetheartHugh,"Good night," says everyone.
"Good-night," saysHarry; "Good-night," saysMary;"Good-night," saysDollytoJohn;"Good-night," saysSue, to her sweetheartHugh,"Good night," says everyone.
Some walked and some did run. Some loitered on the way,And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.
Some walked and some did run. Some loitered on the way,And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.
Ride a Cock-Horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine LadyGet on a white Horse,
To see a fine LadyGet on a white Horse,
With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.
With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.
A Farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
A Farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
A Raven cried "Croak!" and they all tumbled down;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!The Mare broke her knees and the Farmer his crown;Lumpet, lumpety, lump!
A Raven cried "Croak!" and they all tumbled down;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!The Mare broke her knees and the Farmer his crown;Lumpet, lumpety, lump!
The mischievous Raven flew laughing away;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
The mischievous Raven flew laughing away;Bumpety, bumpety, bump!And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
Good people all, with one accord,Lament for Madam Blaize,Who never wanted a good word—
Good people all, with one accord,Lament for Madam Blaize,Who never wanted a good word—
From those
who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom pass'd her door,And always found her kind;She freely lent to all the poor—
The needy seldom pass'd her door,And always found her kind;She freely lent to all the poor—
Who left
a pledge behind.
She strove the neighbourhood to pleaseWith manners wondrous winning;
She strove the neighbourhood to pleaseWith manners wondrous winning;
And never follow'd wicked ways—
Unless when she was sinning.
At church, in silks and satins new,With hoop of monstrous size,She never slumber'd in her pew—
At church, in silks and satins new,With hoop of monstrous size,She never slumber'd in her pew—
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was sought, I do aver,By twenty beaux and more;The King himself has follow'd her—
Her love was sought, I do aver,By twenty beaux and more;The King himself has follow'd her—
When she has walk'd before.
But now, her wealth and finery fled,Her hangers-on cut short-all:The Doctors found, when she was dead,Her last disorder mortal.
But now, her wealth and finery fled,Her hangers-on cut short-all:The Doctors found, when she was dead,Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,For Kent Street well may say,That had she lived a twelvemonth more,—She had not died to-day.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,For Kent Street well may say,That had she lived a twelvemonth more,—She had not died to-day.
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf
to make
an apple-pie;
and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop.
What! no soap?
So he died,
and she very imprudently married the Barber:
and there were present
the Picninnies, and the Joblillies,
and the Garyulies,
and the great Panjandrum himself, withthe little round button at top;
and the great Panjandrum himself, withthe little round button at top;
and they all fell to playing the game ofcatch-as-catch-can,
and they all fell to playing the game ofcatch-as-catch-can,
till the gunpowder ran out at the heelsof their boots.
till the gunpowder ran out at the heelsof their boots.