CONTENTS
[Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep]
[Hickety, pickety, my black hen]
[Dickery, dickery, dare]
[Driddlety drum, driddlety drum]
[A little pig found a fifty dollar note]
[This is the way the ladies go]
[THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN]
[A carrion crow sat on an oak]
[What a pretty bunch of flowers]
[This goose got in the house]
[THE ROBIN IN WINTER]
[FOUR LITTLE BOYS]
[THE LITTLE FISH THAT WOULD NOT DO AS IT WAS BID]
[THOUGHTLESS JULIA]
[YOUNG SOLDIERS]
[LEARNING BY HEART]
[IMPROVEMENT]
[THE LITTLE COWARD]
[IDLE CHILDREN]
[THE LITTLE GIRL THAT BEAT HER SISTER]
[A VERY GOOD BOY]
[THE PLUM CAKE]
[THE GIDDY GIRL]
[THE FLOWER AND THE LITTLE MISS]
[THE KITE]
[Simple Simon met a pieman]
[I had a little hobby horse]
[He that would thrive]
[Tom, Tom, the piper’s son]
[A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare]
[Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?]
[Little Tommy Tittlemouse]
[Little Miss Muffett]
[Eggs, butter, cheese, bread]
[Rain, rain]
[Tom he was a Pi-per’s son]
[I had a little dog, they called him Buff]
[Molly, my sister, and I fell out]
[Solomon Grundy]
[Handy Spandy, Jack a-dandy]
[Go to bed Tom, go to bed Tom]
[Mary had a pretty bird]
[Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn]
[I had a lit-tle po-ny]
[Pe-ter White]
[See, see. What shall I see?]
[I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen]
[Ride a cock horse]
[Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings]
[I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep]
[This lit-tle pig went to mar-ket]
[One misty, moisty morning]
[Father Short came down the lane]
[There was an old woman had three sons]
[Hink, minx! the old witch winks]
[CLIMBING ON BACKS OF CHAIRS]
[THE SQUIRREL]
[THE SHEEP]
[A PRESENT FOR ALFRED]
[THE FAIRING]
[THE GOOD BOY]
[MISS SOPHIA]
[PRETTY PUSS]
[POLITENESS]
[MAMA, HOW HAPPY I CAN BE]
[A FINE THING]
[SLEEPY TOM]
[SANDY]
[THE CARE OF BIRDS]
[WILLIE WINKIE]
[COME WHEN YOU ARE CALLED]
[DOG POMPEY]
[MISS PEGGY]
[THE BIRD]
[THE SETTING SUN]
[GOOD MAMA]
[GOOD LITTLE FRED]
[THE DIZZY GIRL]
[NEAT LITTLE CLARA]
[HINTY, MINTY]
[Come here, my bonnie]
[CARELESS MARIA]
[THE PARROT]
[WHY EMMA IS LOVED]
[THE GOOD SCHOLAR]
[NAUGHTY SAM]
[Two legs sat upon three legs]
[As I was going up primrose Hill]
[There was an old man of Tobago]
[Pease pudding hot]
[When I was a ba-che-lor, I liv-ed by my-self]
[To market, to market, to buy a fat pig]
[Jacky, come give me thy fiddle]
[Old King Cole]
[High diddle doubt, my candle’s out]
[Bat, bat, come under my hat]
[I’ll tell you story]
[My little old man and I fell out]
[Little Tommy Grace]
[Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair?]
[Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er]
[There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile]
[The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown]
[Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T’s]
[A little boy went into a barn]
[If all the world were water]
[Jack be nimble]
[Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?]
[Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep]
[Is John Smith with-in?]
[Old Mother Goose]
[One, two, buckle my shoe]
[Jack Sprat could eat no fat]
[See a pin and pick it up]
[Leg over leg]
[There was an old wo-man who liv-ed in a shoe]
[There was an old woman]
[We are all in the dumps]
[Hot cross buns, hot cross buns]
[See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw]
[Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men]
[Little Nancy Etticote]
[See saw, sacradown, sacradown]
[There was a Piper had a Cow]
[Sing a song of six-pence, a pock-et full of Rye]
[A diller, a dollar]
[Bye, baby bumpkin]
[As I was going to sell my eggs]
[Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop]
[Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?]
[Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a rail]
[Ding, dong, darrow]
[Pit, pat, well-a-day]
[Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner]
[Lit-tle Tom Tuck-er]
[Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle]
[A dog and a cat went out together]
[Little Polly Flinders]
[Four and twen-ty tai-lors went to kill a snail]
[A little cock-sparrow sat on a tree]
[Bless you, bless you, bonny bee]
[One day, an old cat and her kittens]
[Doctor Foster went to Gloster]
[John Cook had a little gray mare; he, haw, hum!]
[Dingty, diddlety, my mammy’s maid]
[A horse and cart]
[Who ever saw a rabbit]
[Boys and girls, come out to play]
[Jog on, jog on, the footpath way]
[Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top]
[DINNER]
[THE NEW DOLL]
[GETTING UP]
[THE LINNET’S NEST]
[PLAYING WITH FIRE]
[GRATEFUL LUCY]
[RUN AND PLAY]
[THE CUT]
[SLEEPY HARRY]
[BREAKFAST AND PUSS]
[FRIGHTENED BY A COW]
[THE DUNCE OF A KITTEN]
[SENSIBLE CHARLES]
[PUT DOWN THE BABY]
[DIRTY HANDS]
[FRANCES AND HENRY]
[POISONOUS FRUIT]
[DRESSED OR UNDRESSED]
[BAPTISM IN CHURCH]
[THE PET LAMB]
[Be you to others kind and true]
[HYMN]
[TIME TO RISE]
[FOR NANNIE]
[THE PUSSY CAT]
[Give to the Father praise]
[THE FROLICSOME KITTEN]
[PENANCE FOR BEATING A BROTHER]
[THE NEW BOOK]
[THE DOG]
[THE COW]
[THE BUTTERFLY]
[There was an old wo-man tos-sed up in a bas-ket]
[To make your candles last for a’]
[A milking, a milking, my maid]
[Old father Grey Beard]
[There was an old woman, as I’ve heard tell]
[Bye, baby bunting]
[Away Birds, away!]
[Ba-a, ba-a, black sheep]
[One mis-ty morn-ing]
[Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John]
[Swan, swan, over the sea]
[I had a lit-tle Hus-band, no big-ger than my thumb]
[Ma-ry, Ma-ry, quite con-tra-ry]
[Hey, my kit-ten, my kit-ten]
[Here we go up, up, up]
[Some lit-tle mice sat in a barn to spin]
[Ding, dong, bell, Pus-sy’s in the well]
[As I was going along, long, long]
[Dance a baby diddit]
[Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you, don’t cry]
[Jack Spratt’s pig]
[The man in the moon]
[There was an old wo-man, and what do you think?]
[A Frog he would a-wooing go]
[Here am I, little jumping Joan]
[Jack and Gill went up the hill]
[Pus-sy cat, pus-sy cat, where have you been?]
[GOOD NIGHT]
[HOT APPLE PIE]
[LUCY AND DICKY]
[THE FAIRY MAN]
[COME PLAY IN THE GARDEN]
[THE UMBRELLA]
[NO BREAKFAST FOR GROWLER]
[CLEVER LITTLE THOMAS]
[SULKING]
[GIVING WITH PRUDENCE]
[THE FIELD DAISY]
[THE MOUSE]
[SHORT ADVICE]
[LEARNING TO GO ALONE]
[CHARITY]
[FOR A LITTLE GIRL THAT DID NOT LIKE TO BE WASHED]
[THE SNOW BALL]
[Jenny Wren fell sick upon a merry time]
[There was a lit-tle man, and he had a lit-tle gun]
[Daf-fy-down-Dil-ly has come up to town]
[Mul-ti-pli-ca-tion is a vex-a-tion]
[Goo-sey, goo-sey, gan-der, whi-ther shall I wan-der?]
[Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater]
[When good King Arthur ruled his land]
[As I went to Bonner]
[Pitty Patty Polt]
[Brow, brow, brinkie]
[Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare]
[Lady-bird, Lady-bird]
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
[Hush-a-bye, baby]
[Cross patch]
[Bow-wow-wow]
[Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall]
[The Queen of Hearts]
[Naughty Willey Bell]
[The queen of hearts]
[To market, to market, a gallop, a trot]
[The North Wind doth blow]
[When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in]
[Mary had a pretty bird]
[Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it]
[MAJA’S ALPHABET]
“Little Bo-peep and her sheep,
before she lost them.”
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And cannot tell where to find ’em;
Leave them alone, and they’ll come home,
And bring their tails behind ’em.
Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
When she awoke, she found it a joke,
For still they all were fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they’d left their tails behind them.
It happen’d one day, as Bo-peep did stray
Unto a meadow hard by—
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks she raced;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
That each tail should be properly placed.
Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays good eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day,
To see what my black hen doth lay.
Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air,
The man in brown soon brought him down.
Dickery, dickery, dare.
Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,
There you see the beggars are come:
Some are here and some are there,
And some are gone to Chidley fair.
A little pig found a fifty dollar note,
And purchased a hat and a very fine coat,
With trowsers, and stockings, and shoes;
Cravat, and shirt-collar, and gold-headed cane;
Then proud as could be, did he march up the lane,
Says he, I shall hear all the news.
This is the way the ladies go—
Nim, nim, nim.
This is the way the gentlemen go—
Trot, trot, trot.
This is the way the hunters go—
Gallop, gallop, gallop.
THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.
It was on a merry time, when Jenny Wren was young,
So neatly as she danced, and so sweetly as she sung,—
Robin Redbreast lost his heart—he was a gallant bird;
He doff’d his hat to Jenny, and thus to her he said:—
“My dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,
You shall dine on cherry-pie, and drink nice currant-wine.
“I’ll dress you like a Goldfinch, or like a Peacock gay;
So if you’ll have me, Jenny, let us appoint the day.”
Jenny blushed behind her fan, and thus declared her mind,
“Then let it be to-morrow, Bob; I take your offer kind.
“Cherry pie is very good! so is currant-wine!
But I will wear my brown gown, and never dress too fine.”
Robin rose up early, at the break of day;
He flew to Jenny Wren’s house, to sing a roundelay.
He met Cock and Hen, and bade the Cock declare,
This was his wedding-day with Jenny Wren the fair.
The Cock then blew his horn, to let the neighbors know,
This was Robin’s wedding-day, and they might see the show.
And first came Parson Rook, with his spectacles and band;
And one of Mother Goose’s books, he held within his hand.
Then follow’d him the Lark, for he could sweetly sing,
And he was to be clerk at Cock Robin’s wedding.
He sung of Robin’s love for little Jenny Wren;
And when he came unto the end, then he began again.
The Bullfinch walk’d by Robin, and thus to him did say,
“Pray, mark, friend Robin Redbreast, that Goldfinch dress’d so gay;—
“What though her gay apparel becomes her very well;
Yet Jenny’s modest dress and look must bear away the bell!”
Then came the Bride and Bridegroom; quite plainly was she dress’d,
And blush’d so much, her cheeks were as red as Robin’s breast.
But Robin cheer’d her up; “My pretty Jen,” said he,
“We’re going to be married, and happy we shall be.”
The Goldfinch came on next, to give away the Bride;
The Linnet, being bride’s-maid, walk’d by Jenny’s side.
And as she was a-walking, said, “Upon my word,
I think that your Cock Robin is a very pretty bird!”
“And will you have her, Robin, to be your wedded wife?”
“Yes, I will,” says Robin, “and love her all my life.”
“And you will have him, Jenny, your husband now to be?”
“Yes, I will,” says Jenny, “and love him heartily.”
The Blackbird and the Thrush, and charming Nightingale,
Whose sweet jug sweetly echoes through every grove and dale;—
The Sparrow and Tom Tit, and many more, were there:
All came to see the wedding of Jenny Wren the fair.
“Oh, then,” says Parson Rook, “who gives this maid away?”
“I do,” says the Goldfinch, “and her fortune I will pay;—
“Here’s a bag of grain of many sorts, and other things beside;
Now happy be the Bridegroom, and happy be the Bride!”
Then on her finger fair, Cock Robin put the ring;
“You’re married now,” says Parson Rook; while the Lark aloud did sing,—
“Happy be the Bridegroom, and happy be the Bride!
And may not man, nor bird, nor beast, this happy pair divide.”
The birds were ask’d to dine; not Jenny’s friends alone,
But every pretty songster that had Cock Robin known.
They had a cherry-pie, besides some currant-wine,
And every guest brought something, that sumptuous they might dine.
Now they all sat or stood, to eat and to drink;
And every one said what he happen’d to think.
They each took a bumper, and drank to the pair,
Cock Robin the Bridegroom, and Jenny the fair.
The dinner-things removed, they all began to sing;
And soon they made the place near a mile round to ring.
The concert it was fine; and every bird tried
Who best should sing for Robin, and Jenny Wren the Bride.
When, in came the Cuckoo, and made a great rout;
He caught hold of Jenny, and pull’d her about.
Cock Robin was angry, and so was the Sparrow,
Who fetch’d in a hurry his bow and his arrow.
His aim then he took, but he took it not right;
His skill was not good, or he shot in a fright;—
For the Cuckoo he miss’d,—but Cock Robin he kill’d!
And all the birds mourn’d that his blood was so spill’d.
A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,
Watching a tailor shape his coat!
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
Wife, bring me my old beat bow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow,
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,
And shot the miller’s sow right through the heart;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon;
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do,
For the old miller’s sow is in a swoon;
Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
What a pretty bunch of flowers
Little Annie’s got
Did they grow in the meadows,
Or in a flower-pot?
They grew in the wood,
In the deep, deep shade,
Where little Annie plucked them,
And this nose-gay made.
This goose got in the house,
He’d the courage of a mouse,
So he quacked, and he hissed at the kitten;
But as she stood at bay,
He quickly ran away;
Afraid of being scratched as well as bitten.
THE ROBIN IN WINTER.
Little Robin, welcome here,
Welcome to my frugal cheer;
Winter chills thy mossy bed,
Come then daily, and be fed.
Little Robin, fear no harm,
Dread not here the least alarm;
All will share with you their bread,
Come then daily, and be fed.
Little Robin, let thy song
Now and then thy stay prolong;
We will give thee food instead,
Come then daily, and be fed.
FOUR LITTLE BOYS.
Come, let us play,
Said Tommy Gay;
Well, then, What at
Said Simon Pratt;
At trap and ball,
Said Neddy Hall;
Well, so we will,
Said Billy Gill.
For cakes I’ll play,
Said Tommy Gay;
I’m one for that,
Said Simon Pratt;
I’ll bring them all,
Said Neddy Hall;
And I’ll sit still,
Said Billy Gill.
What a hot day,
Said Tommy Gay;
Then let us chat,
Said Simon Pratt;
On yonder hill,
Said Billy Gill;
Aye, one and all,
Said Neddy Hall.
Come with me, pray,
Said Tommy Gay;
Trust me for that,
Said Simon Pratt;
They eat them all,
Gay, Pratt, and Hall;
And all were ill,
But Billy Gill.
The Little Fish that would not do as it was bid.
Dear mother, said a little Fish,
Pray, is not that a fly?
I’m very hungry, and I wish
You’d let me go and try.
Sweet innocent, the mother cried,
And started from her nook,
That horrid fly is put to hide
The sharpness of the hook!
Now, as I’ve heard, this little Trout
Was young and foolish too,
And so he thought he’d venture out,
To see if it were true.
And round about the hook he played,
With many a longing look,
And, Dear me, to himself he said
I’m sure, that’s not a hook.
I can but give one little pluck:
Let’s see; and so I will.
So on he went, and lo, it stuck
Quite through his little gill.
And as he faint and fainter grew,
With hollow voice he cried,
Dear mother, if I’d minded you,
I need not now have died.
Thoughtless Julia.
Julia did in the window stand;
Mama then sitting by,
Saw her put out her little hand,
And try to catch a fly.
O do not hurt the pretty thing,
Her prudent mother said;
Crush not its leg or feeble wing,
So beautifully made.
YOUNG SOLDIERS.
Hey, rub-a-dub, dub! here come the boys,
For the Soldiers all make way;
Young Robinet at their head is set
All dressed as warrior gay.
See how he swings his bright tin sword,
To his followers behind;
While from his cap a squirrel’s tail
Flies streaming in the wind.
This is good fun, my merry boys,
To see you I am glad;
But mind you, in reality,
War is a business bad.—
Here’s old Ben Bolt, a soldier brave,
Who lost his legs in war;
With crutch and cane, he hobbles ’round
And shows you many a scar.
In scenes of fearful blood and strife,
Ah! many low are lain,
And many a young and gallant heart
Is numbered with the slain.
LEARNING BY HEART.
’Tis time that my baby should learn
What so oft he has heard, to repeat,
So shall he some sugar-plums earn;
Then let us begin, my Sweet.
For baby is three years old,
And has senses and memory too,
A great many things he’s been told,
And he can remember a few.
He can tell me, I know, a few things,
Of the garden, the sky, and the weather;
That a bird has two legs and two wings,
But he cannot say ten lines together.
Then let us, my baby, begin,
And try these few lines here to learn,
It will not be a difficult thing,
And then he’ll some sugar-plums earn.
IMPROVEMENT.
Another story, Mother dear,
Did young Maria say;
You read so nice, so loud and clear,—
Another story, pray.
I love that book, I do indeed,
So take it up again;
I think I see the things you read,
You make it all so plain.
What would I give to read like you,
Why nothing comes amiss!
O, any thing I’ll gladly do,
If you will teach me this.
Maria, then, must learn to spell,
If she would read like me;
She soon may learn to read as well;
O, that I will, said she.
THE LITTLE COWARD.
Why here’s a foolish little man!
Laugh at him, Donkey, if you can:
And Cat and Dog, and Cow and Calf
Come, ev’ry one of you and laugh!
For, only think, he runs away,
If honest Donkey does but bray;
And when the Bull begins to bellow
He’s like a crazy little fellow!
Poor Brindle Cow can hardly pass
Along the hedge to nip the grass,
Or wag her tail to lash the flies,
But off the little booby hies!
And when old Tray comes running too,
With bow, wow, wow, for how d’ye do,
And means it all for civil play,
’Tis sure to make him run away!
But all the while you’re thinking, may be
Ah! well, but this must be a baby.
O, cat and dog, and cow and calf,
I’m not surpris’d to see you laugh,
He’s five years old, and almost half!
Idle Children.
Children who with idle habits
From the school-room haste away,
Wishing out of doors to ramble
Ere they do their lessons say—
They shall have no tasks or reading,
But they must to school be sent,
Because they are a bad life leading,
And this shall be their punishment.
But those who quickly say their lessons,
By mama shall still be taught,
And afterwards, nice stories telling,
Shall hear the books papa has bought.
THE LITTLE GIRL THAT BEAT HER SISTER.
Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
Your little sister dear;
I must not have such things as this,
Nor noisy quarrels hear.
What! little children scold and fight,
That ought to be so mild;
O Mary, ’tis a shocking sight
To see an angry child.
I can’t imagine, for my part,
The reason of your folly:
As if she did you any hurt,
By playing with your dolly!
See, how the little tears do run
Fast from her watery eye;
Come, my sweet innocent, have done,
’Twill do no good to cry.
Go, Mary, wipe her tears away,
And make it up with kisses;
And never turn a pretty play
To such a pet as this is.
A VERY GOOD BOY.
Mama, my head (poor William said)
So very badly aches,
Tell Brother there, I cannot bear
The tiresome noise he makes.
I’m sure, said John, if I had known,
Dear Brother, you were ill,
I would have read, or drawn, instead,
And have remain’d quite still.
Good boys, said she, O ever be
Thus kind to one another;
I am, my dear, much pleased to hear
Your answer to your Brother.
THE PLUM CAKE.
Let us buy,
Said Sally Fry;
Something nice,
Said Betsy Price;
What shall it be?
Said Kitty Lee;
A nice plum cake,
Said Lucy Wake.
A piece for me,
Said Kitty Lee;
A slice I’ll take,
Said Lucy Wake;
Give me a slice,
Said Betsy Price;
All by-and-by,
Said Sally Fry.
I’ll save some cake,
Said Lucy Wake;
And so will I,
Said Sally Fry;
Well, I’ll agree,
Said Kitty Lee;
’Twill do for twice,
Said Betsy Price.
A piece with ice,
Said Betsy Price;
I’ll put some by,
Said Sally Fry;
The third for me,
Said Kitty Lee;
The fourth I’ll take
Said Lucy Wake.
THE GIDDY GIRL.
Miss Helen was always too giddy to heed
What her mother had told her to shun;
For frequently, over the street in full speed,
She would cross where the carriages run.
And out she would go to a very deep well,
To look at the water below;
How naughty! to run to a dangerous well,
Where her mother forbade her to go!
One morning, intending to take but one peep,
Her foot slipt away from the ground;
Unhappy misfortune! the water was deep,
And giddy Miss Helen was drown’d.
THE FLOWER AND THE LITTLE MISS.
About getting up.
Pretty Flower, tell me why
All your leaves do open wide,
Every morning, when on high
The noble sun begins to ride?
This is why, my lady fair,
If you would the reason know,
For betimes the pleasant air
Very cheerfully doth blow.
And the birds on every tree
Sing a merry, merry tune;
And the busy honey bee
Comes to suck my sugar soon.
This is all the reason why
I my little leaves undo.
Little Miss, come wake and try,
If I have not told you true.
THE KITE.
John White
Flew his kite,
On a boisterous day,
A gale
Broke the tail,
And it soon flew away.
And while
On a stile,
He sat sighing and sad,
Charley Gray
Came that way,
A good natured lad.
“Don’t cry;
Wipe your eye,”
Said he, “little Jack;
Stay here;
Never fear,
And I’ll soon bring it back.”
To the stile,
With a smile,
He presently brought
The kite,
And John White
Thanked him much, as he ought.
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-fishing,
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got,
Was in his mother’s pail.
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle,
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
Then Simple Simon went a-hunting,
For to catch a hare;
He rode on a goat about the street,
But could not find one there.
He went for water in a sieve
But soon it all run through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu!
I had a little hobby horse,
And it was dapple grey,
Its head was made of pea-straw,
Its tail was made of hay.
I sold it to an old woman
For a copper groat;
And I’ll not sing my song again
Without a new coat.
He that would thrive,
Must rise at five;
He that hath thriven,
May lie till seven;
And he that by the plough would thrive,
Himself must either hold or drive.
Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,
Stole a pig and away he run;
The pig was eat,
And Tom was beat,
And Tom ran crying down the street.
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,
Lumpety lumpety lump.
The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
Bumpety bumpety bump,
And vowed he would serve them the same next day,
Lumpety lumpety lump.
Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?
Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick o’ hearing.
Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?
Thank you, kind sir, I hear very clearly.
Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men’s ditches.
Little Miss Muffett
She sat on a tuffett,
Eating of curds and whey;
There came a little spider
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffett away.
Eggs, butter, cheese, bread,
Stick, stock, stone, dead,
Stick him up, stick him down,
Stick him in the old man’s crown.
Rain, rain,
Go away,
Come again
April day;
Little Johnny
Wants to play.
Tom he was a Pi-per’s son,
He learned to play when he was young;
But all the tunes that he could play,
Was “O-ver the hills and far away.”
Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleas-ed both the girls and boys,
And they all stop-ped to hear him play,
“O-ver the hills and far a-way.”
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could ne-ver stand still;
When-e-ver they heard him they be-gan to dance,
Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.
He met old Dame Trott with a basket of eggs,
He u-sed his pipe and she u-sed her legs;
She danc-ed a-bout till the eggs were all broke,
She be-gan to fret, but he laugh-ed at the joke.
He saw a cross fel-low was beat-ing an ass,
Hea-vy la-den with pots, pans, dish-es, and glass;
He took out his pipe and play-ed them a tune,
And the Jack-ass’s load was light-en-ed full soon.
I had a little dog, they called him Buff,
I sent him to the shop for a three cents worth of snuff:
But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff,
So take that cuff, and that’s enough.
Molly, my sister, and I fell out,
And what do you think it was about?
She loved coffee, and I loved tea,
And that was the reason we couldn’t agree.
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Very ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.
Handy Spandy, Jack a-dandy,
Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;
He bought some at a grocer’s shop,
And out he came, hop-hop-hop.
Go to bed Tom, go to bed Tom—
Merry or sober, go to bed Tom.
Mary had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs, upon my word
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary,
And often where the cage was hung,
She stood to hear Canary.
Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn;
The sheep’s in the mea-dow, the cow’s in the corn.
Where’s the lit-tle boy that looks af-ter the sheep?
He’s un-der the hay-cock fast a-sleep.
I had a lit-tle po-ny;
They call-ed him dap-ple grey.
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile a-way.
She whip-ped him, she slash-ed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my po-ny now,
For all the lady’s hire.
Pe-ter White
Will ne’er go right,
Would you know the rea-son why?
He fol-lows his nose,
Wher-ever he goes,
And that stands all aw-ry.
See, see. What shall I see?
A horse’s head where his tail should be.
I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home in less than an hour,
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire, and told many a fine tale.
Ride a cock horse
To Ban-bu-ry Cross,
To see lit-tle Jen-ny
Up-on a white horse.
Rings on her fin-gers,
Bells on her toes,
She shall have mu-sic
Wher-ever she goes.
Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings;
Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings.
Mam-ma stood by, and cried, “Oh, fie!
Why did you eat the dump-lings?”
I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep.
She wades the wa-ter, deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the moun-tains, high, high, high.
Poor lit-tle thing! she has but one eye.
1. This lit-tle pig went to mar-ket.
2. This lit-tle pig stay-ed at home.
3. This lit-tle pig got roast beef.
4. This lit-tle pig got none.
5. This lit-tle pig cried wee, wee,
all the way home.
One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
How do you do, and how do you do?
And how do you do again?
Father Short came down the lane,
Oh! I’m obliged to hammer and smite
From four in the morning till eight at night,
For a bad master and a worse dame.
There was an old woman had three sons,
Jeffery, Jemmy and John;
Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,
And Johnny was never more found:
So there was an end to these three sons,
Jeffery, Jemmy and John.
Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry:
There’s nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, mother, and I.
CLIMBING ON BACKS OF CHAIRS.
What, climb on the back of a chair!
O Henry, how can you do so?
Sometime, if you do not take care,
You will get a most terrible throw.
Suppose grand-mama had got up,
Pray what had become of you then?
Indeed, my dear Henry, I hope
You never will do so again.
Your poor little teeth may be broke,
Or your face get some terrible bruise,
Indeed, and indeed, ’tis no joke,
And you must not do just as you choose.
For suppose there’s no danger at all,
’Tis your duty to mind what I say;
So I’ll punish you, Henry, next time,
You dare my commands disobey.
THE SQUIRREL.
“The Squirrel is happy, the Squirrel is gay,”
Little Mary once said to her brother;
“He has nothing to do, or think of but play,
And to jump from one bough to another.”
The Squirrel, dear Mary, is merry and wise,
For true wisdom and joy go together;
He lays up in Summer his Winter supplies,
And then he don’t mind the cold weather.
THE SHEEP.
Lazy Sheep, pray tell me why
In the pleasant fields you lie,
Eating grass and daisies white,
From the morning till the night?
Every thing can something do,
But what kind of use are you?
Nay, my little master, nay,
Do not serve me so, I pray;
Don’t you see the wool that grows
On my back, to make your clothes?
Cold, and very cold you’d get,
If I did not give you it.
True, it seems a pleasant thing
To nip the daisies in the spring,
But many chilly nights I pass
On the cold and dewy grass,
Or pick a scanty dinner where
All the common’s brown and bare.
Then the farmer comes at last,
When the merry spring is past,
And cuts my woolly coat away,
To warm you in the winter’s day;
Little master, this is why
In the pleasant fields I lie.
A PRESENT FOR ALFRED.
Dear Alfred, I’ve a gift for you,
A present from your Aunt;
A prayer-book. Can you read it through?
Said Alfred—No, I can’t.
But if I teach you, will you try
To learn, and sit quite still?
And with your utmost power apply?
Said Alfred—Yes, I will.
THE FAIRING.
Oh dear! what a beautiful Doll
My sister has bought at the fair!
She says I must call it “Miss Poll,”
And make it a bonnet to wear.
O pretty new Doll! it looks fine;
Its cheeks are all cover’d with red;
But, pray, will it always be mine?
And, pray, may I take it to bed?
How kind was my sister to buy
This Dolly, with hair that will curl!
Perhaps, if you want to know why,
She’ll tell you I’ve been a good girl.
THE GOOD BOY.
When Philip’s good mama was ill,
The servant begg’d he would be still.
Because the doctor and the nurse
Had said that noise would make her worse.
At night, when Philip went to bed,
He kiss’d mama, and whisp’ring said,
“My dear mama, I never will
Make any noise when you are ill.”
MISS SOPHIA.
Miss Sophy, one fine sunny day,
Left her work and ran away:
When soon she reach’d the garden gate,
Which finding lock’d, she would not wait,
But tried to climb and scramble o’er
A gate as high as any door.
Now little girls should never climb,
And Sophy won’t another time,
For when upon the highest rail
Her frock was caught upon a nail,
She lost her hold, and, sad to tell,
Was hurt and bruis’d—for down she fell.
PRETTY PUSS.
Come, pretty Cat!
Come here to me!
I want to pat
You on my knee.
Go, naughty Tray!
By barking thus,
You’ll drive away,
My pretty Puss.
POLITENESS.
Good little boys should never say,
I will, and, Give me these;
O no! that never is the way,
But, Mother, if you please.
And, if you please, to sister Ann,
Good boys to say are ready;
And, Yes, Sir, to a gentleman,
And, Yes, Ma’am, to a lady.
MAMA, HOW HAPPY I CAN BE.
Mama, how happy I can be,
Whilst sitting face to face with thee,
I hear you gently speak, and see
Your needle quickly fly!
’Tis then you teach my little heart
That virtue is the fairest part,
And thinking on how good thou art,
To be as good I try.
Then speaking of God’s awful power,
His care and kindness every hour,
I learn to love and to adore
This Father in the sky.
And, taught no bad or idle ways,
I try to gain your love and praise,
And wonder whilst on you I gaze,
Why any fear to die.
Since God’s indulgent care is shown,
In calling each good child his own,
We’ll happy be before his throne,
When called up on high.
And there, mama, may I and you
Love God’s commands as here we do,
And love each other ever too,
Together in the sky.
A FINE THING.
Who am I, with noble face,
Shining in a clear blue place?
If to look at me you try,
I shall blind your little eye.
When my noble face I show
Over yonder mountain blue,
All the clouds away do ride,
And the dusky night beside.
Then the clear wet dews I dry,
With the look of my bright eye;
And the little birds awake,
Many a merry tune to make.
Cowslips then, and harebells blue,
And lily-cups their lips undo,
For they shut themselves up tight,
All the dark and foggy night.
Then the busy people go,
Every one his work unto;
Little girl, when your’s is done,
Guess if I am not the Sun.
SLEEPY TOM.
Get up, little boy,
You are sleeping too long;
Your brother is dressed,
He is singing a song,
And Tom must be wakened,
O, fie!
Come, open the curtains,
And let in the light;
For children should only
Be sleepy at night,
When stars may be seen
In the sky.
SANDY.
Wee Sandy in the corner,
Sits crying on a stool;
And deep the laddie rues
Playing truant from the school.
So you’ll learn from silly Sandy,
He’s gotten such a fright;
To do nothing through the day,
That may cause you tears at night.
Those who will not be advised,
Are sure to rue ere long;
And many pains it costs them
To do the thing that’s wrong.
THE CARE OF BIRDS.
Who gave the bird its feathers bright,
Its pretty breast to warm;
In winter’s cold to keep it quite
Preserved from every harm?
Who taught the bird to build its nest
Of wool, and hay, and moss;
Who taught it how to weave it best,
And lay the twigs across?
’Twas God who taught it all the way,
And gave it power and skill;
And teaches children when they pray,
To do His holy will.
WILLIE WINKIE.
Hey! Willie Winkie,
Are you coming then?
The cat’s singing gay tunes
To the sleeping hen.
The dog is lying on the floor,
And does not even peep;
But here’s a wakeful laddie,
That will not fall asleep.
Anything but sleep, you rogue,
Glowing like the moon;
Rattling in a stone jug,
With an iron spoon.
Rumbling, tumbling all about
Crowing like a cock;
Screaming like I don’t know what
Waking sleeping folks.
Hey! Willie Winkie!
Can’t you keep him still,
Wriggling off a body’s knee
Like a very eel.
That has with sleep a battle,
Before he’s done with play,
A wee, wee, dumpy, toddling lad
That runs the livelong day.
COME WHEN YOU ARE CALLED.
Where’s Susan, and Kitty, and Jane?
Where’s Billy, and Sammy, and Jack?
O, there they are down in the lane;
Go, Betty, and bring them all back.
But Billy is rude and won’t come,
And Sammy is running too fast;
Come, dear little children come home,
And Billy is coming at last.
I’m glad he remembers what’s right,
For though he likes sliding on ice,
He should not be long out of sight,
And never want sending for twice.
DOG POMPEY.
Come hither little Dog to play,
And do not go so far away,
But stand and beg for food;
And if your tail I chance to touch,
You must not snarl so very much,
Pray Pompey don’t be rude.
The Dog can eat and drink and sleep,
And help to bring the Cows and Sheep,
O, hear how Pompey barks:
Hark! hark! he says, “Bow Wow! bow wow!”
Then run away good Pompey now,
You’ll tire us with your noise.
MISS PEGGY.
As Peggy was crying aloud for a cake,
Which her mother had said she was going to make,
A gentleman knock’d at the door!
He enter’d the parlor and show’d much surprise,
That it really was Peggy who made all the noise,
For he never had heard her before.
Miss Peggy asham’d, and to hide her disgrace,
Took hold of her frock, and quite cover’d her face,
For she knew she was naughty just then
And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes,
She promis’d her mother to make no more noise,
And kiss’d her again and again.
THE BIRD.
Look, what a pretty Bird I’ve got!
In yonder island field ’twas caught;
Just see its breast and painted wings,
And listen, John, how sweet it sings.
Do let me keep it, I’ll engage
To mind it safely in this cage;
And not a moment will I ask
To idle from my school or task.
I’ll feed you well, my pretty Bird,
With worms and crumbs of bread and seed,
And no ill-natured cat is here
To fill your little breast with fear.
Said kind Mama, O do not so,
But haste, Maria, let it go
And then among the feathered throng,
’Twill treat you with its pretty song.
THE SETTING SUN.
Papa, the Sun is setting now
I see him in the west,
And all this weary world below
May now retire to rest:
Whilst in those countries far beyond,
The day begins to break,
A many a child, and many a bird,
Doth now begin to wake.
And when the morning dawns again,
The Sun comes to our east,
Then evening will begin with them,
And they to bed will haste.
How very good of God it is,
To make the Sun to go
About this great round world of ours,
To light each country so.
GOOD MAMA.
Love, come and sit upon my knee,
And give me kisses, one, two, three,
And tell me whether you love me,
My baby.
For this I’m sure, that I love you,
And many, many things I do,
And all day long I sit and sew
For baby.
And then at night I lay awake,
Thinking of things that I can make,
And trouble that I mean to take
For baby.
And when you’re good and do not cry
Nor into wicked passion fly,
You can’t think how papa and I
Love baby.
But, if my little girl should grow
To be a naughty child, I know
’Twould grieve mama to serve her so,
My baby.
And when you saw me pale and thin,
By grieving for my baby’s sin,
I think, you’d wish that you had been
A better baby.
Good Little Fred.
When little Fred was call’d to bed
He always acted right;
He kiss’d Mama, and then Papa,
And wish’d them both good night.
He made no noise, like naughty boys
But quietly up stairs
Directly went, when he was sent,
And always said his prayers.
THE DIZZY GIRL.
As Frances was playing, and turning around,
Her head grew so giddy, she fell to the ground;
’Twas well that she was not much hurt:
But, O what a pity! her frock was so soiled,
That had you beheld the unfortunate child,
You had seen her all covered with dirt.
Her mother was sorry, and said, Do not cry,
And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry,
If you’ll promise to turn round no more.
What, not in the parlor? the little girl said:
No, not in the parlor; for lately I read,
Of a girl who was hurt with the door.
She was playing and turning, until her poor head
Fell against the hard door, and it very much bled,
And I heard Dr. Camomile tell,
That he put on a plaster, and covered it up,
Then he gave her some tea, that was bitter to sup,
Or perhaps it had never been well.
NEAT LITTLE CLARA.
Little Clara, come away,
Little Clara, come and play;
Leave your work, Maria’s here,
So come and play with me, my dear.
I will come, and very soon,
For I always play at noon,
But must put my work away,
Ere with you I come and play.
First my bodkin I must place
With my needle in their case;
I like to put them by with care
And then I always find them there.
There’s my cotton, there’s my thread,
Thimble in its little bed;
All is safe—my box I lock,
Now I come—’tis twelve o’clock.
HINTY, MINTY.
Hinty, Minty, Irish maid,
Picks roses sweet in briar’s shade;
On higher briar, by the rock,
Are ten Sparrows in a flock,
That sit and sing
By cooling spring,
When shoot one! shoot two!
Comes sportsman Tom in jacket blue.
O, U, T—out!—away they go on nimble wings,
Over the hills,
And through the dells,
Where Minty dwells,
With many pretty things.
Yet strike one! strike two!
From out the flock, eight only flew,
And two are now but game.
O, cruel Tom, let birdies be,
And blithely sing from bush and tree.
Come here, my bonnie,
Come here to me;
Rosy cheeked apples
You shall have three—
All full of honey,
They dropped from the tree,
Like your bonny self—
All the sweeter that they’re wee.
CARELESS MARIA.
Maria was a careless child,
And grieved her friends by this:
Where’er she went,
Her clothes were rent,
Her hat and bonnet spoiled,
A careless little miss.
Her gloves and mits were often lost,
Her tippet sadly soiled;
You might have seen
Where she had been,
For toys all round were tossed,
O what a careless child.
One day her uncle bought a toy,
That round and round would twirl,
But when he found
The littered ground,
He said, I don’t tee-totums buy
For such a careless girl.
THE PARROT.
Sweet Poll! his doting mistress cries,
Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies
And calls aloud for sack.
She next instructs him in the kiss,
’Tis now a little one, like Miss,—
And now a hearty smack!
WHY EMMA IS LOVED.
Little Mary call’d Emma, who was just skipping by,
And she said, little cousin, can you tell me why
You are loved so much better by people than I?
My face is as clean, and my hair shines like gold,
And my walk and my dress are as nice to behold,
Yet nobody likes me for that, I am told.
Ah, Mary, she said, this is all very true,
But if half as much mischief were I to do,
Indeed people would love me no better than you.
Your face is as clean, and your hair is as bright,
Your frock is as tidy, your hands are as white,
But there’s one thing, dear Mary—you seldom do right.
If Mama bids less noise to be made when we play,
Or desires you be still whilst your lessons you say,
You never do try these commands to obey.
And when people are talking, you never care how
You interrupt what they’re saying, which is ill-bred, you know,
And papa has so oft bid us not to do so.
You take grand-mama’s pies, you climb on her chair,
You lay hold of the gowns as you go up the stair,
And you gather the flowers that on the beds are.
Now I am no taller, nor bigger, you see,
Yet nobody here is angry with me,
Because I have learnt so obedient to be.
I mind what mama says, whatever it is,
And when people are busy take care not to tease,
But endeavor, as much as I’m able, to please.
Then said Mary to Emma, O now do I see
Why you are more loved, and more happy than me;
And we’re like mama’s tale of the Wasp and the Bee.
I remember it said, little children beware,
Because like the Wasp if you ill behaved are,
You will never be loved, if you’re ever so fair.
THE GOOD SCHOLAR.
Joseph West had been told,
That if, when he grew old,
He had not learnt rightly to spell,
Though his writings were good,
’Twould be not understood:
And Joe said, I will learn my task well.
And he made it a rule
To be silent at school,
And what do you think came to pass?
Why he learnt it so fast,
That from being the last,
He soon was the first in the class.
NAUGHTY SAM.
Tom and Charles once took a walk,
To see a pretty lamb;
And, as they went, began to talk
Of little naughty Sam.
Who beat his youngest brother, Bill,
And threw him in the dirt;
And when his poor mama was ill,
He teas’d her for a squirt.
And I, said Tom, won’t play with Sam
Although he has a top:
But here the pretty little lamb
To talking put a stop.
Two legs sat upon three legs,
With one leg in his lap;
In comes four legs,
And runs away with one leg;
Up jumps two legs,
Catches up three legs,
Throws it after four legs,
And makes him bring one leg back.
As I was going up primrose Hill
Primrose Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty Miss,
And she dropped me a curtsy.
Little Miss, pretty Miss,
Blessings light upon you,
If I had half a crown a day,
I’d spend it all upon you.
There was an old man of Tobago,
Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago,
Till, much to his bliss,
His physician said this,
To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go.
Pease pudding hot,
Pease pudding cold,
Pease pudding in the pot,
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot,
Nine days old.
When I was a ba-che-lor, I liv-ed by my-self.
And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf;
The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
That I went to Lon-don, to get my-self a wife.
The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so nar-row,
I could not get my wife home with-out a wheel-bar-row.
The wheel-bar-row broke, my wife got a fall,
Down tum-bled wheel-bar-row, lit-tle wife, and all.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
If ever thou mean to thrive.
Nay, I’ll not give my fiddle
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,
They’ll think that I’m gone mad;
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
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 glass,
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 compare
“With King Cole and his fiddlers three.”
High diddle doubt, my candle’s out,
My little maid is not at home;
Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maid home.
Bat, bat, come under my hat,
And I’ll give you a slice of bacon,
And when I bake I’ll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.
I’ll tell you story,
About John-a-Nory:
And now my story’s begun.
I’ll tell you another,
About Jack and his brother,
And now my story’s done.
My little old man and I fell out,
I’ll tell you what ’twas all about,
I had money and he had none,
And that’s the way the noise begun.
Little Tommy Grace
Had a pain in his face,
So bad that he could not learn a letter;
When in came Dicky Long,
Singing such a funny song,
That Tommy laughed, and found his face much better.
Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair?
In walks a lit-tle dog-gy, Pus-sy, are you there?
Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er.
I’ll not change my wife for gold or sill-er.
There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile,
And he found a crook-ed six-pence a-gainst a crook-ed stile;
He bought a crook-ed cat, which caught a crook-ed mouse,
And they all liv-ed to-ge-ther in a lit-tle crook-ed house.
The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown,
The Li-on beat the U-ni-corn all round a-bout the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown,
Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T’s
To tie two Tups to two tall trees,
To fright-en the ter-ri-ble Thomas a Tat-ta-mus.
Tell me how many T’s there are in all THAT.
A little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.
If all the world were water,
And all the water were ink,
What should we do for bread and cheese?
What should we do for drink?
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
And Jack jump over the candlestick.
Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dish-es, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cush-ion, and sew a fine seam,
And feed up-on straw-ber-ries, su-gar, and cream.
Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep,
They met to-ge-ther in Grace-church Street;
In and out, in and out, o-ver the way,
Oh! says John-ny, ’tis Chop-nose Day.
Is John Smith with-in?
Yes, that he is.
Can he set a shoe?
Aye, mar-ry, two.
Here a nail, there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.
Old Mother Goose,
When she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,
’Twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.
This is her son Jack,
A smart-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 gander
Grew 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 him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother,
The news for to tell;
She call’d him a good boy,
And said it was well.
Jack sold his gold egg
To a rogue of a Jew,
Who cheated him out of
The half of his due.
Then Jack went a-courting
A lady so gay,
As fair as the Lily,
And sweet as the May.
The Jew and the Squire
Came close at his back,
And began to belabor
The sides of poor Jack.
And then the gold egg
Was thrown into the sea,
But Jack he jump’d in,
And got it back presently.
The Jew got the goose,
Which he vow’d he’d kill,
Resolving at once
His pockets to fill.
Jack’s mother came in,
And caught the goose soon,
And, mounting its back,
Flew up to the moon.
One, two, buckle my shoe;
Three, four, open the door;
Five, six, pick up sticks;
Seven, eight, lay them straight;
Nine, ten, a good fat hen.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
And so betwixt them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.
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.
Leg over leg,
As the dog went to Dover,
When he came to a stile
Jump he went over.
There was an old wo-man who liv-ed in a shoe,
She had so ma-ny chil-dren, she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth, with-out any bread,
She whip-ped them all round, and sent them to bed.
There was an old woman
Lived under a hill,
And if she’s not gone
She lives there still.
We are all in the dumps,
For diamonds are trumps,
The kittens are gone to St. Paul’s;
The babies are bit,
The moon’s in a fit,
And the houses are built without walls.
Hot cross buns, hot cross buns,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.
If your daughters don’t like them,
Give them to your sons,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.
See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw,
Jen-ny shall have a new mas-ter;
She shall have but a pen-ny a day,
Be-cause she can’t work any fast-er.
Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men,
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Ro-bin and looks in the sky,
“Oh; bro-ther Rich-ard, the sun’s very high!
You go on with the bot-tle and bag,
And I’ll come af-ter with jol-ly Jack Nag.”
Little Nancy Etticote,
In a white petticoat,
With a red nose;
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.
