See-Saw
See-saw sacradown,
Which is the way to London town,
One foot up is the other down,
That is the way to London town.
Naughty Baby
Baby, baby Charlie,
Naughty in his play,
Slapping little Annie,
Pushing her away.
Patting with his soft hands,
Laughing in his fun;
Slapping with such good-will,
That the tear-drops run.
Do not cry, dear Annie,
Wipe away the tear;
Keep away from Charlie,
Do not come so near,
Or his little hands will
Pull your curly hair;
Peep at baby, Annie—
Peep behind the chair.
Kiss the baby, darling,
Kiss the little one;
He is only playing,
In his baby fun.

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Page 8—Little Children's Stories

Tom Thumb's Alphabet
A was an archer, who shot at a frog;
B was a butcher, who had a great dog;
C was a captain, all covered with lace;
D was a drunkard, and had a red face;
E was an esquire, with pride on his brow;
F was a farmer, who followed the plough;
G was a gamer, who had but ill luck;
H was a hunter, and hunted a buck;
I was an innkeeper, who loved to bouse;
J was a joiner, and built up a house;
K was King William, once governed this land;
L was a lady, who had a white hand;
M was a miser, and hoarded up gold:
N was a nobleman, gallant and bold;
O was an oyster girl, and went about town;
P was a parson, and wore a black gown;
Q was a queen, who wore a silk slip;
R was a robber, and wanted a whip;
S was a sailor, and spent all he got;
T was a tinker, and mended a pot;
U was an usurer, a miserable elf;
V was a vintner, who drank all himself;
W was a watchman, and guarded the door;
X was expensive, and so became poor;
Y was a youth, that did not love school;
Z was a Zany, a poor harmless fool;
Sing a Song-a-Sixpence
Sing a song-a-sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing:
Was that not a dainty dish
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting-house,
Counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
Down came a blackbird,
And snapt off her nose.
Old Chairs to Mend
If I'd as much money as I could spend,
I never would cry old chairs to mend;
Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
I never would cry old chairs to mend.
If I'd as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry old clothes to sell;
Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
I never would cry old clothes to sell.
Dad's gane to Ploo
Cock-a-doodle-doo,
My dad's gane to ploo;
Mammy's lost her pudding-poke
And knows not what to do.
Hot Cross Buns
Hot-cross buns! Hot-cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns! Hot-cross buns!
If you have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.
Rabbit Pie
Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit-pie!
Come, my ladies, come and buy;
Else your babies they will cry.