PART II.
A MAN OF WORDS.
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.
THE VALENTINE.
The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you.
Thou art my love, and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast, and then I drew,
And fortune said it should be you.
THREE BRETHREN OUT OF SPAIN.
We are three brethren out of Spain,
Come to court your daughter Jane.
My daughter Jane she is too young,
And has not learn'd her mother tongue.
Be she young, or be she old,
For her beauty she must be sold.
So fare you well, my lady gay,
We'll call again another day.
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight;
And rub thy spurs till they be bright.
Of my spurs take you no thought,
For in this town they were not bought.
So fare you well, my lady gay,
We'll call again another day.
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
And take the fairest in your sight.
The fairest maid that I can see,
Is pretty Nancy, come to me.
Here comes your daughter safe and sound,
Every pocket with a thousand pound;
Every finger with a gay gold ring;
Please to take your daughter in.
ROBIN AND RICHARD.
Robin and Richard
Were two pretty men,
They lay in bed
Till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin,
And looks at the sky,
Oh! brother Richard,
The sun's very high.
You go before,
With your bottle and bag,
And I will come after,
On little Jack Nag.
ROBIN THE ROBIN.
Robin the Robin, the big-bellied hen,
He eat more than fourscore men:
He eat a cow, he eat a calf;
He eat a butcher and a half;
He eat a church, he eat the steeple,
He eat the priest and all the people.
BAH, BAH, BLACKSHEEP.
Bah, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full;
One for my master,
One for my dame,
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.
PATTY CAKE.
Patty cake, patty cake,
Baker's man;
That I will, master,
As fast as I can;
Prick it, and prick it,
And mark it with a T,
And there will be enough
For Jacky and me.
WHO'S THERE?
Who's there?
A grenadier.
What do you want?
A pot of beer.
Where's your money?
Quite forgot.
Get you gone,
You drunken sot.
CROSS PATCH.
Cross patch, draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup, and drink it up,
Then call your neighbours in.
MISTRESS MARY.
Mistress Mary,
Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle shells,
And silver bells,
And cowslips all arow.
THE OLD MAN AND HIS CALF.
There was an old man,
And he had a calf;
And that's half:
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall;
And that's all.
JACK A NORY.
I'll tell you a story
About Jack a Nory;
And now my story's begun:
I'll tell you another
About Jack his brother
And now my story's done.
GREAT A.
Great A, little a,
Bouncing B;
The cat's in the cupboard,
And she can't see.
SEE SAW.
See Saw, Sacaradown,
Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
That is the way to London town.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
I caught a hare alive;
6, 7, 8, 9, 10,
I let her go again.
Here stands a fist,
Who set it there?
A better man than you,
Touch him if you dare.
A little old man and I fell out,
How shall we bring this matter about?
Bring it about as well as you can,
Get you gone, you little old man!
Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?
In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.
A halfpenny pudding, a penny pye,
A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.
The man in the moon
Came tumbling down,
And ask'd his way to Norwich.
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth,
With supping hot pease porridge.
Four-and-twenty tailors
Went to kill a snail;
The best man among them
Durst not touch her tail:
She put out her horns
Like a little kyloe cow:
Run, tailors, run,
Or she'll kill you all e'en now.
Jack and Gill
Went up the hill,
To fetch a bottle of water;
Jack fell down,
And broke his crown,
And Gill came tumbling after.
O rare Harry Parry,
When will you marry?
When apples and pears are ripe.
I'll come to your wedding,
Without any bidding,
And lye with your bride all night.
See saw, Margery Daw,
Sold her old bed to lay on the straw;
Was not she a nasty slut
To sell her old bed to lay on the dirt.
There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth, without any bread,
She whipp'd all their bums, and sent them to bed.
Shoe the colt,
Shoe the colt,
Shoe the wild mare;
Here a nail,
There a nail,
Yet she goes bare.
Is John Smith within?
Yes, that he is.
Can he set on a shoe?
Ay, marry, two,
Here a nail, there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.
Ride a cock horse,
To Banbury cross,
To see what Tommy can buy;
A penny white loaf,
A penny white cake,
And a twopenny apple pye.
Ride a cock horse, to Banbury cross,
To see an old woman get up on her horse;
Rings on her fingers, and bells at her toes,
And so she makes music wherever she goes.
O that I was where I would be,
Then would I be where I am not;
But where I am I must be.
And where I would be I cannot.
I see the moon, and the moon sees me,
God bless the moon, and God bless me!
Cock a doodle doo,
My dame has lost her shoe;
My master has lost his fiddlestick,
And knows not what to do.
Round about, round about,
Maggotty pie,
My father loves good ale,
And so do I.
There was an old man in a velvet coat,
He kiss'd a maid and gave her a groat;
The groat was crack'd, and would not go;
Ah, old man, d'ye serve me so?
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner,
Eating of Christmas pye;
He put in his thumb,
And pull'd out a plum,
And cry'd, What a good boy am I!
Little Tom Tucker,
Sings for his supper;
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
Without e'er a knife?
How will he be marry'd,
Without e'er a wife.
A diller, a doller,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You us'd to come at ten o'clock,
And now you come at noon.
I am a pretty wench,
And I come a great way hence,
And sweethearts I can get none:
But every dirty sow,
Can get sweethearts enow,
And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.
What care I how black I be,
Twenty pounds will marry me;
If twenty wont, forty shall,
I am my mother's bouncing girl.
Lady bird, lady bird,
Fly away home;
Your house is on fire,
Your children will burn.
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.
Goose-a, goose-a, gander,
Where shall I wander?
Up stairs, down stairs,
In my lady's chamber;
There you'll find a cup of sack
And a race of ginger.
THE SPEECH OF THE HORSE THAT SPOKE TO HIS MASTER.
Up the hill take care of me,
Down the hill take care of thee,
Give me no water while I am hot,
On level ground spare me not.[D]
[D] N.B.—Don't you think he might as well have kept the last piece of advice to himself?
Sometimes the speech of the horse reminds his master of that which is better:
Up hill ride me not;
Down hill gallop me not;
On level ground spare me not;
And in the stable forget me not.
Before the cock-horse is mounted, we should learn to remember:
The rule of the road is a paradox quite,
And custom has prov'd it so long:
He that goes to the left is sure to go right,
And he that goes right must go wrong.
Come, let's to bed,
Says Sleepy-head;
Sit up awhile, says Slow;
Hang on the pot,
Says greedy-gut,
Let's sup before we go.
There was an old woman
Liv'd under a hill,
She put a mouse in a bag,
And sent it to mill:
The miller did swear,
By the point of his knife,
He never took toll
Of a mouse in his life.
There was an old woman,
And she sold puddings and pies,
She went to the mill,
And the dust flew into her eyes:
Hot pies and cold pies to sell!
Wherever she goes you may follow her by the smell.
To make your candles last for aye,
You wives and maids give ear O!
To put 'em out's the only way,
Says honest John Boldero.
I doubt, I doubt,
My fire is out,
My little dame an't at home;
Come, bridle my hog,
And saddle my dog,
And fetch my little dame home.
Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town;
Some in jags, and some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns.
When I was a batchelor,
I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I had
I laid upon a shelf;
The rats and the mice they made such a strife,
I was forc'd to go to London to buy me a wife;
The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,
I was forc'd to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow:
The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife got a fall,
Deuce take the wheel-barrow, wife, and all.
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 at home,
Taffy came to my house,
And stole a marrow-bone.
I had a little husband,
No bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint pot,
And there I bade him drum;
I bridled him and saddled him,
And sent him out of town;
I gave him a pair of garters
To garter up his hose,
And a little silk handkerchief,
To wipe his snotty nose.
Old father Greybeard,
Without tooth or tongue,
If you'll give me your finger,
I'll give you my thumb.
I will tell my own daddy when he comes home,
What little good work my mammy has done.
She has earnt a penny, spent a groat,
And burnt a hole in the child's new coat.
I had a little moppet,
I put it in my pocket,
And fed it with corn and hay;
There came a proud beggar,
And swore he would have her.
And stole my little moppet away.
Up hill and down dale;
Butter is made in every vale;
And if that Nancy Cock
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.
