| St. George of Merrie England | [1] |
| When she came to St. George she started and laid her hand on her heart | [13] |
| "Somebody has been lying in my bed,—and here she is!" | [21] |
| "What is that you are singing, my good woman?" | [26] |
| A small, little, black Thing with a long tail | [29] |
| Away That flew into the dark, and she never saw it no more | [35] |
| They brought the Castle of the golden pillars | [49] |
| Jack found it hard to hoist the donkey on his shoulders | [72] |
| "Odds splutter hur nails!" cried the giant, not to be outdone. "Hur can | |
| do that hurself!" | [82] |
| "Ah! Cousin Jack! Kind cousin Jack! This is heavy news indeed" | [86] |
| Seated on a huge block of timber near the entrance to a dark cave | [91] |
| On his way ... to be revenged | [93] |
| The country folk flying before him like chaff before the wind | [95] |
| The Three Sillies | [101] |
| The Golden Ball | [108] |
| He heard the bogles striving under the bed | [110] |
| The Laidly Worm | [122] |
| Tatty sat down and wept | [130] |
| As he spoke he drew out of his pocket five beans | [137] |
| Jack seized the axe and gave a great chop at the beanstalk | [150] |
| So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in | [170] |
| So he huffed and he puffed and he blew the house in | [171] |
| Well! he huffed and he puffed ... but he could not blow the house | |
| down | [172] |
| At last he flew into a violent rage and flung his stick at the bird | [197] |
| A spider one day attacked him | [209] |
| "I will go first and you come after, Henny-penny, Cocky-locky, | [214] |
| Ducky-daddles, Goosey-poosey, and Turkey-lurkey" | [215] |
| So she escaped | [216] |
| The thorns closed in around her so that she was all scratched and torn | [223] |
| Dick finds that the streets of London are not paved with gold | [236] |
| Dick Whittington hears Bow Bells | [240] |
| The old woman and her pig | [248] |
| How Jack went out to seek his Fortune | [257] |
| They both met together upon Nottingham bridge | [284] |
| "A vengeance on her!" said they. "We did not make our hedge high enough" | [286] |
| He took out the cheeses and rolled them down the hill | [287] |
| And they left the eel to drown | [288] |
| The hare ran on along the country way | [290] |
| A courtier came riding by, and he did ask what they were seeking | [291] |
| Lawkamercyme | [324] |
| A funny-looking old gentleman engaged her and took her home | [326] |
| White-faced simminy has got a spark of hot cockalorum on its tail | [327] |
ST. GEORGE OF MERRIE ENGLAND
In the darksome depths of a thick forest lived Kalyb the fell enchantress. Terrible were her deeds, and few there were who had the hardihood to sound the brazen trumpet which hung over the iron gate that barred the way to the Abode of Witchcraft. Terrible were the deeds of Kalyb; but above all things she delighted in carrying off innocent new-born babes, and putting them to death.
And this, doubtless, she meant to be the fate of the infant son of the Earl of Coventry, who long long years ago was Lord High Steward of England. Certain it is that the babe's father being absent, and his mother dying at his birth, the wicked Kalyb, with spells and charms, managed to steal the child from his careless nurses.
But the babe was marked from the first for doughty deeds; for on his breast was pictured the living image of a dragon, on his right hand was a blood-red cross, and on his left leg showed the golden garter.
And these signs so affected Kalyb, the fell enchantress, that she stayed her hand; and the child growing daily in beauty and stature, he became to her as the apple of her eye. Now, when twice seven years had passed the boy began to thirst for honourable adventures, though the wicked enchantress wished to keep him as her own.