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Wright + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Rhymes Old and New + +Author: M.E.S. Wright + +Release Date: November 8, 2009 [EBook #30426] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RHYMES OLD AND NEW *** + + + + +Produced by Julie Barkley, Anne Storer and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="box"> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;"> +<img src="images/cover.png" width="410" height="600" alt="Cover" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>RHYMES OLD AND NEW</h2> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<h1>RHYMES</h1> +<h2>OLD AND NEW</h2> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center"><strong>Collected by</strong></p> +<h2>M. E. S. WRIGHT</h2> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center"><span style="font-size: smaller;">LONDON</span><br /> +<strong>T. FISHER UNWIN</strong><br /> +<span style="font-size: smaller;">PATERNOSTER SQUARE</span><br /> +<span style="font-size: smaller;">1900</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p class="center"> +<strong>To</strong><br /> +<strong>GLADYS, HELEN, AND JACK</strong></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>PREFACE</h2> + + +<p>In making this little collection, my aim has +been to bring together rhymes old and new, +which for the greater part are not included +in other books for the nursery or schoolroom.</p> + +<p>Some of the old friends appear with local +variations, many of the others have been +repeated to me by people who do not know +whence they come, and, indeed, in many +cases it has been impossible to discover the +authors.</p> + +<p>I have done my best to avoid infringing +copyrights, but should I have inadvertently +done so, I hope my humble apologies will +be accepted.</p> + +<p>The complete version of “The Ram of +Derby,” is taken from Jewitt’s “Reliquary”; +“A Dutch Lullaby,” from “A Little Book +of Western Verse,” is included by kind +permission of Messrs Harper; and I acknowledge +with gratitude that I have been +allowed to select from “Notes and Queries” +from “Popular Rhymes,” published by Messrs +Chambers, from “Northall’s Folk Rhymes,” +published by Messrs Kegan Paul Trench & +Co., and “Halliwell’s Nursery Rhymes of +England,” published by Messrs Warne.</p> + +<p>Some rhymes have been taken from those +never-failing sources of delight, J. and A. +Taylor, C. and M. Lamb, E. Turner, and M. +Howitt, some from “Poor Robin’s Almanac,” +“The Poetical Aviary,” Ross’s Juvenile Library, +1813-1816, etc., etc.</p> + +<p>That others besides “Gladys, Helen, and +Jack,” including “children of a larger +growth,” may find pleasure in my little +collection is the sincere wish of</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 20em;"> +M. E. S. WRIGHT.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> <td align='left'></td> <td align='right'>Page</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Couplets</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Weather and Season Rhymes</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Baby Songs</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Men, Women, and Children</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Beasts, Birds, etc.</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Alphabets</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Games</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Miscellaneous Rhymes</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td> </tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h2>COUPLETS</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +If the grass grow in Janiveer,<br /> +’Twill be the worse for't all the year.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +If Janiveer calends be summerly gay,<br /> +’Twill be wintry weather till the calends of May.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Winter thunder, and summer flood,<br /> +Bode England no good.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +A bushel of March dust is a thing<br /> +Worth the ransom of a king.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 15em;"> +A cold April<br /> +Is the poor man’s fill.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><strong>LEICESTER</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +A wet Good Friday and Easter Day<br /> +Brings plenty of grass, but little good hay.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +At Easter let your clothes be new,<br /> +Or else be sure you will it rue.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +’Tis like to be a good year for corn<br /> +When the cuckoo comes to the bare thorn.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Sunshine and rain bring cuckoos from Spain,<br /> +But the first cock of hay flays the cuckoo away.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>STAFFORDSHIRE</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Cuckoo oats and Michaelmas hay,<br /> +Will make the farmer run away.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 9.5em;"> +A shower of rain in July, when the corn begins to fill,<br /> +Is worth a plough of oxen, and all belongs theretill.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +’Tis time to cock your hay and corn<br /> +When the old donkey blows his horn.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +’Tween Martinmas and Yule,<br /> +Water’s wine in every pool.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>HUNTINGDONSHIRE</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +Farmers’ wives! when the leaves do fall,<br /> +’Twill spoil your milk, and butter, and all.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +St Thomas gray, St Thomas gray,<br /> +The longest night and the shortest day.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +If Christmas Day on a Monday fall,<br /> +A troublous winter we shall have all.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +If Christmas Day a Monday be,<br /> +A wintry winter you shall see.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Friday’s a day as’ll have his trick,<br /> +The fairest or foulest day o’ the wik.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +A blue and white sky,<br /> +Never four and twenty hours dry.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p class="center"><strong>DATE 1600</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Saturday new, and Sunday full,<br /> +It never was fine, and never wool.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Red sky at night, is the shepherd’s delight,<br /> +Red sky at morning, is the shepherd’s warning.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Rain, rain, go to Spain,<br /> +And never, never, come again.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Rain, rain, rattle stone,<br /> +Pray, hold up till I get home.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +If the cat washes her face o’er the ear,<br /> +’Tis a sign that the weather’ll be fine and clear.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +A robin red-breast in a cage<br /> +Puts all Heaven in a rage.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +A skylark wounded on the wing,<br /> +Doth make a cherub cease to sing.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +He who shall hurt the little wren<br /> +Shall never be beloved by men.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +The wanton boy that kills the fly<br /> +Shall feel the spider’s enmity.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The beggar’s dog and widow’s cat,<br /> +Feed them, and thou shalt grow fat.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +If you want to live and thrive,<br /> +Let a spider run alive.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><strong>WELSH</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Whoso does a wren’s nest steal,<br /> +Shall God’s bitter anger feel.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>WARWICK</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +The martin and the swallow<br /> +Are God Almighty’s bow and arrow.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>RAILWAY FLAGS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +White for right, red for wrong,<br /> +Green for gently go along.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10.5em;"> +Five score to the hundred of men, money, and pins,<br /> +Six score to the hundred of all other things.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>WELSH RHYME</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Next to the lion and the unicorn,<br /> +The leek’s the fairest emblem that is worn.</p> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +A Friday dream on a Saturday told,<br /> +Is sure to come true ere it’s nine days old.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Under the furze is hunger and cold,<br /> +Under the broom is silver and gold.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10.5em;"> +Find odd-leafed ash, or even-leaved clover,<br /> +And you’ll see your true love before the day’s over.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Eat an apple going to bed,<br /> +Knock the doctor on the head.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +King Grin,<br /> +Better than all medicin.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +When Adam dolve, and Eve span,<br /> +Who was then the gentleman?</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +I see the moon, and the moon sees me,<br /> +God bless the moon, and God bless me.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> +<h2>WEATHER AND SEASON RHYMES</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +January brings the snow,<br /> +Makes our feet and fingers glow.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +February brings the rain,<br /> +Thaws the frozen lake again.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +March brings breezes loud and shrill,<br /> +Stirs the dancing daffodil.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +April brings the primrose sweet,<br /> +Scatters daisies at our feet.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +May brings flocks of pretty lambs,<br /> +Skipping by their fleecy dams.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +June brings tulips, lilies, roses,<br /> +Fills the children’s hands with posies.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Hot July brings cooling showers,<br /> +Apricots and gillyflowers.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +August brings the sheaves of corn,<br /> +Then the harvest home is borne.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Warm September brings the fruit,<br /> +Sportsmen then begin to shoot.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Fresh October brings the pheasant,<br /> +Then to gather nuts is pleasant.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Dull November brings the blast,<br /> +Then the leaves are whirling fast.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Chill December brings the sleet,<br /> +Blazing fire and Christmas treat.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +The moon and the weather<br /> +May change together;<br /> +But change of the moon<br /> +Does not change the weather;<br /> +If we’d no moon at all,<br /> +And that may seem strange,<br /> +We still should have weather<br /> +That’s subject to change.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Autumn wheezy, sneezy, freezy;<br /> +Winter slippy, drippy, nippy;<br /> +Spring showery, flowery, bowery;<br /> +Summer hoppy, croppy, poppy.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 7em;"> +As I sat under a sycamore tree, sycamore tree, sycamore tree,<br /> +I looked me out upon the sea,<br /> +A Christmas day in the morning.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 7em;"> +I saw three ships a sailing there, sailing there, sailing there,<br /> +The Virgin Mary and Christ they bare,<br /> +A Christmas day in the morning.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 7em;"> +He did whistle and she did sing, she did sing, she did sing,<br /> +And all the bells on earth did ring,<br /> +A Christmas day in the morning.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 7em;"> +And now we hope to taste your cheer, taste your cheer, taste your cheer,<br /> +And wish you all a happy New Year,<br /> +A Christmas day in the morning.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The rose is red, the violet blue,<br /> +The gillyflower sweet, and so are you;<br /> +These are the words you bade me say,<br /> +For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>WORCESTERSHIRE CAROL</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Here we come a whistling, through the fields so green;<br /> +Here we come a singing, so far to be seen.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">God send you happy, God send you happy,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray God send you a Happy New Year!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +The roads are very dirty, my boots are very thin,<br /> +I have a little pocket, to put a penny in.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">God send you happy, God send you happy,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray God send you a Happy New Year!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Bring out your little table, and spread it with a cloth,<br /> +Bring out some of your old ale, likewise your Christmas loaf.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">God send you happy, God send you happy,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray God send you a Happy New Year!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +God bless the master of this house, likewise the mistress too;<br /> +And all the little children that round the table strew.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">God send you happy, God send you happy,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray God send you a Happy New Year!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +If Christmas Day on Thursday be,<br /> +A windy winter you shall see;<br /> +Windy weather in each week,<br /> +And hard tempests strong and thick;<br /> +The summer shall be good and dry,<br /> +Corn and beasts shall multiply;<br /> +That year is good for lands to till,<br /> +Kings and princes shall die by skill;<br /> +If a child that day born should be<br /> +It shall happen right well for thee,<br /> +Of deeds he shall be good and stable,<br /> +Wise of speech and reasonable;<br /> +Whoso that day goes thieving about,<br /> +He shall be punished with doubt;<br /> +And if sickness that day betide,<br /> +It shall quickly from thee glide.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +April, June, and September<br /> +Thirty days have as November;<br /> +Each month else doth never vary<br /> +From thirty-one, save February,<br /> +Which twenty-eight doth still confine,<br /> +Save on leap year, then twenty-nine.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +If Saturday’s moon<br /> +Come once in seven years,<br /> +It comes too soon.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>HOLLANTIDE, 1st NOVEMBER</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +If ducks do slide at Hollantide,<br /> +At Christmas they will swim;<br /> +If ducks do swim at Hollantide,<br /> +At Christmas they will slide.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +If New Year’s Eve night wind blows south,<br /> +It betokeneth warmth and growth;<br /> +If west, much milk, and fish in the sea;<br /> +If north, much cold and storms there will be;<br /> +If east, the trees will bear much fruit;<br /> +If north-east, flee it man and brute.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ST VINCENT’S DAY</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.2em;"> +January 22nd, Old Style.<br /> +February 3rd, New Style.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Remember in St Vincent’s day<br /> +If the sun his beams display,<br /> +’Tis a token, bright and clear,<br /> +That you will have a prosperous year.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Remember, remember,<br /> + The fifth of November,<br /> + Gunpowder treason and plot,<br /> + I hope that night will never be forgot.<br /> + The king and his train<br /> + Had like to be slain;<br /> + Thirty-six barrels of gunpowder<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Set below London to blow London up!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Holla boys! Holla boys!<br /> + Let the bells ring!<br /> + Holla boys! Holla boys!<br /> + God save the King!<br /> + A stick or a stake<br /> + For Victoria’s sake,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And pray ye remember the bonfire night.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p class="center"><strong>LINCOLNSHIRE HARVEST HOME</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +I rent my shirt and tore my skin<br /> +To get my master’s harvest in.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hip! hip! hurrah!</span><br /> +Harvest in and harvest home,<br /> +We’ll get a good fat hen and bacon bone,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hip! hip! hurrah!</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Farmer Brown has got his corn<br /> +Well mown and well shorn.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hip! hip! hurrah!</span><br /> +Never turned over and never stuck fast,<br /> +The harvest cart has come home at last.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Hip! hip! hurrah!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +February borrowed from fair April<br /> +Three days, and paid them back all ill.<br /> +First of them was ra’ and weet,<br /> +The second of them was sna’ and sleet,<br /> +And the third of them was sic a freeze,<br /> +The birds they stickit upon the trees.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +February fill the dike,<br /> +Be it black, or be it white!<br /> +If it be white, it’s the better to like.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 15em;"> +Oak before ash,<br /> +There’ll be a splash;<br /> +Ash before oak,<br /> +There’ll be a choke.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +Winter thunder,<br /> +Rich man’s food,<br /> +And poor man’s hunger.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +When the moon is at the full<br /> +Mushrooms you may freely pull;<br /> +But when the moon is on the wane,<br /> +Wait ere you think to pluck again.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ST CLEMENT’S APPLE FEAST,<br /> +STAFFORDSHIRE</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +Clemany! Clemany! Clemany mine!<br /> +A good red apple and a pint of wine,<br /> +Some of your mutton and some of your veal,<br /> +If it is good, pray give me a deal;<br /> +If it is not, pray give some salt.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +Butler! butler! fill your bowl;<br /> +If thou fill’st it with the best,<br /> +The Lord’ll send your soul to rest;<br /> +If thou fill’st it of the small,<br /> +Down goes butler, bowl and all.</p> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +Pray, good mistress, send to me,<br /> +One for Peter, one for Paul,<br /> +One for Him who made us all,<br /> +Apple, pear, plum, or cherry,<br /> +Any good thing to make us merry;</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +A bouncing buck, and velvet chair,<br /> +Clement comes but once a year;<br /> +Off with the pot, and on with the pan,<br /> +A good red apple and I’ll begone!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>SPRING</strong><br /> +<strong>1600</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,<br /> +Then bloomes each thing, then maydes dance in a ring;<br /> +Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,<br /> +Cuckow, Jugge, Jugge, pu-we to witta woo.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +The Palme and May make country houses gay,<br /> +Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pype all day,<br /> +And we have aye birds tune this merry lay,<br /> +Cuckow, Jugge, Jugge, pu-we to witta woo.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>SUSSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +If apples bloom in March,<br /> +In vain for ’um you’ll sarch;<br /> +If apples bloom in April,<br /> +Why then they’ll be plentiful;<br /> +If apples bloom in May,<br /> +You may eat ’um night and day.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Through storm and wind,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sunshine and shower,</span><br /> +Still will ye find<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Groundsel in flower.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>SPRING</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Sound the flute!<br /> + Now ’tis mute;<br /> + Birds delight<br /> + Day and night,<br /> + Nightingale,<br /> + In the dale,<br /> + Lark in sky—<br /> + Merrily,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Little boy,<br /> + Full of joy;<br /> + Little girl,<br /> + Sweet and small,<br /> + Cock does crow,<br /> + So do you;<br /> + Merry voice,<br /> + Infant noise;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Little lamb,<br /> + Here I am;<br /> + Come and lick<br /> + My white neck;<br /> + Let me pull<br /> + Your soft wool;<br /> + Let me kiss<br /> + Your soft face;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>NORTHUMBERLAND</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Rain, rain, go away,<br /> +And come again another day,<br /> +When I brew and when I bake,<br /> +I’ll gie you a little cake.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>YARROW</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +If the evening’s red and the morning gray,<br /> +It is the sign of a bonnie day;<br /> +If the evening’s gray and the morning red,<br /> +The lamb and the ewe will go wet to bed.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>WILTS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The rainbow in the marnin’<br /> +Gies the shepherd warnin’<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To car’ his girt cwoat on his back;</span><br /> +The rainbow at night<br /> +Is the shepherd’s delight,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For then no girt cwoat will he lack.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +Rainbow, rainbow,<br /> +Rin away hame;<br /> +Come again at Martinmas,<br /> +When a’ the corn’s in.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +Why, I cannot tell,<br /> +But I know full well,<br /> +With wind in the east,<br /> +Fish bite not in the least.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>DEVON</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The west wind always brings wet weather;<br /> +The east wind wet and cold together;<br /> +The south wind always brings us rain;<br /> +The north wind blows it back again;<br /> +If the sun in red should set,<br /> +The next day surely will be wet;<br /> +If the sun should set in gray,<br /> +The next will be a rainy day.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +The wind at north or east<br /> +Is neither good for man nor beast;<br /> +So never think to cast a clout,<br /> +Until the end of May be out.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE MOON</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +There was a thing a full month old,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Adam was no more;</span><br /> +But ere that thing was five weeks old<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adam was years five score.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>FROM POOR ROBIN’S ALMANAC</strong><br /> +<strong>1808</strong></p> + + +<p class="center"><strong>SPRING</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +About the seasons of the year,<br /> + Astrologers may make a fuss;<br /> +But this I know, that spring is here,<br /> + When I can cut asparagus.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center"><strong>SUMMER</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Concerning dates, whate’er they pen,<br /> + No matter whether true or not,<br /> +I know it must be summer when<br /> + Green peas are boiling in the pot.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center"><strong>AUTUMN</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +And autumn takes his turn to reign,<br /> + I know as sure as I’m a sinner,<br /> +When leaves are scattered o’er the plain,<br /> + And grapes are eaten after dinner.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center"><strong>WINTER</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Winter is known by frost and snow,<br /> + To all the little girls and boys;<br /> +But it’s enough for me to know,<br /> + I get no greens except savoys.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + +<h2>BABY SONGS</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<p class="center"><strong>HUSH YE, MY BAIRNIE</strong></p> + +<p class="center"><em>From the Gaelic.</em></p> + + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Hush ye, my bairnie, my bonnie wee laddie;<br /> +When ye’re a man ye shall follow yer daddie;<br /> +Lift me a coo, and a goat, and a wether,<br /> +Bringing them hame tae yer mammie thegither.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Hush ye, my bairnie, my bonnie wee lammie;<br /> +Routh o’ guid things ye shall bring tae yer mammie;<br /> +Hare frae the meadow, and deer frae the mountain,<br /> +Grouse frae the muirlan’, and trout frae the fountain.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Hush ye, my bairnie, my bonnie wee dearie;<br /> +Sleep! come and close the een, heavie and wearie;<br /> +Closed are the wearie een, rest ye are takin’,<br /> +Soun’ be your sleepin’, and bright be yer wakin’.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE WEE CROODLEN DOO</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Where hae ye been a’ the day,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My little wee croodlen doo?”</span><br /> +“Oh, I’ve been at my grandmother’s;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mak my bed, mammie, noo!”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“What got ye at your grandmother’s,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My little wee croodlen doo?”</span><br /> +“I got a bonny wee fishie;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mak my bed, mammie, noo!”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Oh, where did she catch the fishie,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My bonny wee croodlen doo?”</span><br /> +“She catch’d it in the gutter hole;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mak my bed, mammie, noo!”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“And what did you do wi’ the bones o’t,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My bonny wee croodlen doo?”</span><br /> +“I gied them to my little dog;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mak my bed, mammie, noo!”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“And what did the little doggie do,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My little wee croodlen doo?”</span><br /> +“He stretched out his head, and his feet, and dee’d,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I do, mammie, noo!”</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 15.5em;"> +Baby cry,<br /> +Wipe his eye.<br /> +Baby good,<br /> +Give him food.<br /> +Baby sleepy,<br /> +Go to bed.<br /> +Baby naughty,<br /> +Smack his head.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +O, can ye sew cushions,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can ye sew sheets,</span><br /> +Can ye sing Ba-loo-loo,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the bairnie greets?</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +And hee and ba, birdie,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hee and ba, lamb;</span><br /> +And hee and ba, birdie,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My bonnie lamb!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Hush, hush, hush, hush,<br /> +And I dance mine own child,<br /> +And I dance mine own child,<br /> +Hush, hush, hush, hush!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>A DUTCH LULLABY</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sailed off in a wooden shoe,</span><br /> +Sailed on a river of crystal light,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into a sea of dew:</span><br /> +“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”<br /> +“We have come to fish for the herring-fish<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That live in this beautiful sea;</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nets of silver and gold have we!”</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Said Wynken,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Blynken,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And Nod.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The old man laughed, and sang a song,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they rocked in the wooden shoe,</span><br /> +And the wind that sped them all night long<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ruffled the waves of dew.</span><br /> +The little stars were the herring-fish<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That lived in that beautiful sea;</span><br /> +“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never afeared are we!”</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So cried the stars to the fishermen three,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wynken,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Blynken,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And Nod.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +All night long their nets they threw<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the stars in the twinkling foam,</span><br /> +Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bringing the fishermen home;</span><br /> +’Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As if it <em>could not</em> be,</span><br /> +And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of sailing that beautiful sea;</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I shall name you the fishermen three:</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wynken,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Blynken,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And Nod.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Nod is a little head,</span><br /> +And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.</span><br /> +So shut your eyes while mother sings<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of wonderful sights that be,</span><br /> +And you shall see the beautiful things,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you rock in the misty sea,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wynken,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Blynken,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">And Nod.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,<br /> +Thy mother a lady both gentle and bright;<br /> +The woods and the glens from the tow’rs which we see,<br /> +They are all belonging, dear babie, to thee.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows;<br /> +It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;<br /> +Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,<br /> +E’er the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +O hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come,<br /> +When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum,<br /> +Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,<br /> +For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When little birdie bye-bye goes,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quiet as mice in churches,</span><br /> +He puts his head where nobody knows,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on one leg he perches.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When little baby bye-bye goes,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On mother’s arm reposing,</span><br /> +Soon he lies beneath the clothes,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Safe in cradle dozing.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When little pussy goes to sleep,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tail and nose together,</span><br /> +Then little mice around her creep,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lightly as a feather.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When little baby goes to sleep,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he is very near us,</span><br /> +Then on tiptoe softly creep,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That baby may not hear us.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Dance a baby, diddy;<br /> + What can a mammy do wid ’e?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Sit in a lap, give it some pap,</span><br /> + And dance a baby, diddy.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Smile, my baby, bonny;<br /> + What will time bring on ’e?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Sorrow and care, frowns and grey hair,</span><br /> + So smile my baby, bonny.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Laugh, my baby, beauty;<br /> + What will time do to ’e?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Furrow your cheek, wrinkle your neck,</span><br /> + So laugh, my baby, beauty.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> + Dance, my baby, deary;<br /> + Mother will never be weary,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Frolic and play now while you may,</span><br /> + So dance, my baby, deary.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Baby, baby, naughty baby!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hush, you squalling thing, I say!</span><br /> +Hush this moment, or it may be<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wellington will pass this way.</span><br /> +And he’ll beat you, beat you, beat you,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he’ll beat you into pap;</span><br /> +And he’ll eat you, eat you, eat you,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gobble you, gobble you, snap, snap, snap.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>SOUTHERN INDIA</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Júwa, júwa, baby, dear!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the baby’s mother comes</span><br /> +She will give her darling milk.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Júwa, júwa, baby dear!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the baby’s father comes</span><br /> +He will bring a cocoanut.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Júwa, júwa, baby, dear!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the baby’s brother comes</span><br /> +He will bring a little bird.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Júwa, júwa, baby, dear!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the baby’s sister comes</span><br /> +She will bring a dish of rice.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>LULLABY</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Sleep, baby, sleep,<br /> +Our cottage vale is deep;<br /> +The little lamb is on the green<br /> +With woolly fleece, so soft and clean.<br /> +Sleep, baby, sleep!</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Sleep, baby, sleep,<br /> +Down where the woodbines creep;<br /> +Be always like the lamb so mild,<br /> +A kind, and sweet, and gentle child.<br /> +Sleep, baby, sleep!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE ANGEL’S WHISPER</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-right: 10em;"> +A superstition prevails in Ireland, that when +a child smiles in its sleep, it is “talking with +the angels.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> + A baby was sleeping,<br /> + Its mother was weeping,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">For her husband was far o’er the wild raging sea,</span><br /> + And the tempest was swelling<br /> + Round the fisherman’s dwelling,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And she cried: “Dermot, darling, oh! come back to me.”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> + Her beads while she numbered,<br /> + The baby still slumbered,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And smiled in her face, as she bended her knee,</span><br /> + Oh! blessed be that warning,<br /> + My child, thy sleep adorning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">For I know that the angels are whisp’ring with thee.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> + And while they are keeping<br /> + Bright watch o’er thy sleeping,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Oh! pray to them softly, my baby, with me,</span><br /> + And say thou would’st rather<br /> + They’d watch o’er thy father!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">For I know that the angels are whisp’ring with thee.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> + The dawn of the morning<br /> + Saw Dermot returning,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">And the wife wept with joy her babe’s father to see,</span><br /> + And closely caressing<br /> + Her child with a blessing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1em;">Said: “I knew that the angels were whisp’ring with thee.”</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>LULLABY</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Sleep, baby, sleep!<br /> +Thy father watches the sheep,<br /> +Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree,<br /> +And down falls a little dream on thee.<br /> +Sleep, baby sleep!</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Sleep, baby, sleep!<br /> +The large stars are the sheep,<br /> +The little stars are the lambs, I guess,<br /> +The fair moon is the shepherdess.<br /> +Sleep baby, sleep!</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Sleep, baby, sleep!<br /> +And cry not like a sheep,<br /> +Else will the sheep dog bark and whine,<br /> +And bite this naughty child of mine.<br /> +Sleep, baby, sleep!</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Sleep, baby, sleep!<br /> +Away! and tend the sheep,<br /> +Away, thou black dog, fierce and wild,<br /> +And do not wake my little child!<br /> +Sleep, baby, sleep!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Hark! the night-winds whispering nigh,<br /> +“Hush,” they murmur, “hush-a-bye!”<br /> +Dobbin by the dyke doth drowse,<br /> +Dreamy kine forget to browse,<br /> +Winking stars are in the sky;<br /> +“Hush-a-bye! hush-a-bye!”<br /> +See, the silver moon is high;<br /> +How the great trees rock and sigh.<br /> +“Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye!”<br /> +Low the little brooklet’s cry;<br /> +“Hush,” it lispeth, “hush-a-bye!”<br /> +All the peeping lights are gone,<br /> +Baby, we are left alone!<br /> +“Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye.”</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<h2>MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>1790.</strong></p> + + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When Adam he first was created<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord of the Universe round,</span><br /> +His happiness was not completed<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till for him a helpmate was found.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When Adam was laid in soft slumber,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twas then he lost part of his side,</span><br /> +And when he awakened, with wonder<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He beheld his most beautiful bride.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +She was not made out of his head, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To rule and to govern the man;</span><br /> +Nor was she made out of his feet, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">By man to be trampled upon.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +He had oxen and foxes for hunting,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all that was pleasant in life;</span><br /> +Yet still his Almighty Creator<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thought that he wanted a wife.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +But she did come forth from his side, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His equal and partner to be;</span><br /> +And now they are coupled together,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She oft proves the top of the tree.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Adam lay i-bowndyn,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bowndyn in a bond,</span><br /> +Fower thousand winter<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thowt he not to long;</span><br /> +And al was for an appil,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">An appil that he tok,</span><br /> +As clerkes fyndyn wretyn<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In here book.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Ne hadde the appil taken ben,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The appil taken ben,</span><br /> +Ne hadde never our lady<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A ben hevene quen.</span><br /> +Blyssid be the tyme<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That appil taken was!</span><br /> +Therefore we mown syngyn<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Deo gracias.</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>FIFTEENTH CENTURY CAROL</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em; margin-right: 10em;">Adam was supposed to have lain in bonds in +the <em>limbus patrum</em> from the time of his death +to the Crucifixion.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>CHESHIRE CHEESE</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +A Cheshire man sailed into Spain<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To trade for merchandise;</span><br /> +When he arrived from the main<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Spaniard him espies,</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Who said: “You English rogue, look here!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">What fruits and spices fine</span><br /> +Our land produces twice a year!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou hast not such in thine!”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The Cheshire man ran to his hold,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fetched a Cheshire cheese,</span><br /> +And said: “Look here, you dog, behold,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We have such fruits as these!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Your fruits are ripe but twice a year,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As you yourself do say;</span><br /> +But such as I present you here,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our land brings twice a day.”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The Spaniard in a passion flew,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And his rapier took in hand;</span><br /> +The Cheshire man kicked up his heels,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saying: “Thou art at my command.”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +So never let a Spaniard boast<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">While Cheshire men abound,</span><br /> +Lest they should teach him, to his cost,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To dance a Cheshire round.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>THREE WELCH HUNTERS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +There were three jovial Welchmen,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I’ve heard them say,</span><br /> +And they would go a-hunting<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon St David’s day.</span><br /> +All the day they hunted,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nothing could they find,</span><br /> +But a ship a-sailing,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-sailing with the wind.</span><br /> +One said it was a ship,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other said, nay;</span><br /> +The third said it was a house,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the chimney blown away.</span><br /> +And all the night they hunted,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nothing could they find,</span><br /> +But the moon a-gliding,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A-gliding with the wind.</span><br /> +One said it was the moon<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other said, nay;</span><br /> +The third said it was a cheese,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And half o’t cut away.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>LAMENT OF A MOTHER, WHOSE<br /> +CHILD WAS STOLEN BY FAIRIES</strong></p> + + +<p class="center"><em>From the Gaelic.</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +I left my bairnie lying here,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lying here, lying here;</span><br /> +I left my bairnie lying here,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To go and gather blaeberries.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +I’ve found the wee brown otter’s track,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Otter’s track, otter’s track;</span><br /> +I’ve found the wee brown otter’s track,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But cannot trace my bairnie, O!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +I found the swan’s track on the lake,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the lake, on the lake;</span><br /> +I found the swan’s track on the lake,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But cannot trace my bairnie, O!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +I found the track of the yellow fawn,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yellow fawn, yellow fawn;</span><br /> +I found the track of the yellow fawn,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But cannot trace my bairnie, O!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +I found the trail of the mountain mist,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mountain mist, mountain mist;</span><br /> +I found the trail of the mountain mist,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But cannot trace my bairnie, O!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +This is my birthday, do you know?<br /> +Once I was four, that’s long ago;<br /> +Once I was three, and two, and one,<br /> +Only a baby that could not run.<br /> +Now I am five, so old and so strong,<br /> +I could run races all the day long!<br /> +And I mean to grow bigger, and stronger, and older,<br /> +Some day perhaps I shall be a brave soldier.<br /> +I think I’m the happiest boy alive!<br /> +Oh, wouldn’t you like to be me—now I’m five?</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>GRACE FOR A LITTLE CHILD</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Here a little child I stand,<br /> +Heaving up my either hand;<br /> +Cold as paddocks though they be<br /> +Here I lift them up to Thee,<br /> +For a benison to fall<br /> +On our meat, and on us all.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +“I do not like to go to bed,”<br /> +Sleepy little Harry said;<br /> +“Go, naughty Betty, go away,<br /> +I will not come at all, I say!”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Oh, what a silly little fellow,<br /> +I should be quite ashamed to tell her;<br /> +Then Betty, you must come and carry<br /> +This very foolish little Harry.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +The little birds are better taught,<br /> +They go to roosting when they ought;<br /> +And all the ducks and fowls, you know,<br /> +They went to bed an hour ago.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +The little beggar in the street,<br /> +Who wanders with his naked feet,<br /> +And has no where to lay his head,<br /> +Oh, he’d be glad to go to bed.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +My child, when we were children,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two children little and gay,</span><br /> +We crept into the hen-roost,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hid behind the hay.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +We crowed as doth the cock crow,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When people passed that road,</span><br /> +Cried “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They thought the cock had crowed.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +The chests that lay in the court<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We papered and made so clean,</span><br /> +And dwelt therein together—<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">We thought them fit for a queen.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Oft came our neighbour’s old cat,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With us an hour to spend;</span><br /> +We made her curtseys and bows,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And compliments without end.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +There was one little Jim,<br /> +’Tis reported of him,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And must be to his lasting disgrace—</span><br /> +That he never was seen<br /> +With his hands at all clean,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor yet ever clean was his face.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +His friends were much hurt<br /> +To see so much dirt,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And often they made him quite clean;</span><br /> +But all was in vain,<br /> +He was dirty again,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not at all fit to be seen.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When to wash he was sent,<br /> +He reluctantly went<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With water to splash himself o’er;</span><br /> +But he seldom was seen<br /> +To have washed himself clean,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And often looked worse than before.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The idle and bad,<br /> +Like this little lad,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">May be dirty and black to be sure;</span><br /> +But good boys are seen<br /> +To be decent and clean,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although they are ever so poor.</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>CLEANLINESS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Come my little Robert, near—<br /> +Fie! what filthy hands are here!<br /> +Who, that e’er could understand<br /> +The rare structure of a hand,<br /> +With its branching fingers fine,<br /> +Work itself of hands divine,<br /> +Strong yet delicately knit,<br /> +For ten thousand uses fit,<br /> +Overlaid with so clear skin<br /> +You may see the blood within,—<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +Who this hand would choose to cover<br /> +With a crust of dirt all over,<br /> +Till it looked in hue and shape<br /> +Like the forefoot of an ape!<br /> +Man or boy that works or plays<br /> +In the fields or the highways,<br /> +May, without offence or hurt,<br /> +From the soil contract a dirt<br /> +Which the next clear spring or river<br /> +Washes out and out for ever.<br /> +But to cherish stains impure,<br /> +Soil deliberate to endure,<br /> +On the skin to fix a stain<br /> +Till it works into the grain,<br /> +Argues a degenerate mind,<br /> +Sordid, slothful, ill-inclined,<br /> +Wanting in that self-respect<br /> +Which doth virtue best protect.<br /> +All-endearing cleanliness,<br /> +Virtue next to godliness,<br /> +Easiest, cheapest, needfull’st duty,<br /> +To the body health and beauty;<br /> +Who that’s human would refuse it,<br /> +When a little water does it?</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Little Willie from his mirror<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sucked the mercury all off,</span><br /> +Thinking, in his childish error,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It would cure his whooping-cough.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +At the funeral, Willie’s mother<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Smartly said to Mrs Brown,</span><br /> +“’Twas a chilly day for William<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the mercury went down.”</span></p> + +<p class="center"><em>Chorus</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Ah, ah, ah!” said Willie’s mother,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Oh, oh, oh!” said Mrs Brown,</span><br /> +“’Twas a chilly day for William<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the mercury went down!”</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>FEIGNED COURAGE</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Horatio, of ideal courage vain,<br /> +Was flourishing in air his father’s cane,<br /> +And, as the fumes of valour swelled his pate,<br /> +Now thought himself this hero, and now that;<br /> +“And now,” he cried, “I will Achilles be;<br /> +My sword I brandish; see, the Trojans flee!<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +Now, I’ll be Hector, when his angry blade<br /> +A lane through heaps of slaughter’d Grecians made!<br /> +And now my deeds still braver I’ll evince,<br /> +I am no less than Edward the Black Prince.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +“Give way, ye coward French!” As this he spoke,<br /> +And aim’d in fancy a sufficient stroke<br /> +To fix the fate of Cressy or Poitiers<br /> +(The Muse relates the Hero’s fate with tears),<br /> +He struck his milk-white hand against a nail,<br /> +Sees his own blood, and feels his courage fail.<br /> +Ah! where is now that boasted valour flown,<br /> +That in the tented field so late was shown?<br /> +Achilles weeps, great Hector hangs his head,<br /> +And the Black Prince goes whimpering to bed.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ON READING</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“And so you do not like to spell,<br /> +Mary, my dear; oh, very well:<br /> +’Tis dull and troublesome, you say,<br /> +And you would rather be at play.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Then bring me all your books again,<br /> +Nay, Mary, why do you complain?<br /> +For as you do not choose to read,<br /> +You shall not have your books indeed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“So as you wish to be a dunce,<br /> +Pray go and fetch me them at once;<br /> +For if you will not learn to spell,<br /> +’Tis vain to think of reading well.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Now, don’t you think you’ll blush to own,<br /> +When you become a woman grown,<br /> +Without one good excuse to plead,<br /> +That you have never learned to read?"</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Oh, dear mamma,” said Mary then,<br /> +“Do let me have my books again;<br /> +I’ll not fret any more indeed,<br /> +If you will let me learn to read.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Maria had an aunt at Leeds,<br /> +For whom she made a purse of beads;<br /> +’Twas neatly done, by all allow’d,<br /> +And praise soon made her vain and proud.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Her mother, willing to repress<br /> +This strong conceit of cleverness,<br /> +Said, “I will show you, if you please,<br /> +A honeycomb, the work of bees!</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Yes, look within their hive, and then<br /> +Examine well your purse again;<br /> +Compare your merits, and you will<br /> +Admit the insect’s greater skill.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Knit, Dorothy, knit,<br /> +The sunbeams round thee flit,<br /> +So merry the minutes go by, go by,<br /> +While fast thy fingers fly, they fly.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Knit, Dorothy, knit.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Sing, Dorothy, sing,<br /> +The birds are on the wing,<br /> +’Tis better to sing than to sigh, to sigh,<br /> +While fast thy fingers fly, they fly.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing, Dorothy, sing.</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>HOW TO HEAL A BURN</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Oh, we have had a sad mishap!<br /> +As Clara lay in nurse’s lap,<br /> +Too near the fire the chair did stand—<br /> +A coal flew out and burnt her hand.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“It must have flown above the guard,<br /> +It came so quick, and hit so hard;<br /> +And, would you think it? raised a blister:<br /> +Oh, how she cried! poor little sister!</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Poor thing! I grieved to see it swell;”<br /> +“What will you do to make it well?”<br /> +“Why,” said Mamma, “I really think<br /> +Some scraped potato, or some ink.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“A little vinegar or brandy,<br /> +Whichever nurse can find most handy,<br /> +All these are good, my little daughter,<br /> +But nothing’s better than cold water.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>REBELLIOUS FRANCES</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The babe was in the cradle laid,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Tom had said his prayers,</span><br /> +When Frances told the nursery-maid<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She would not go upstairs!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +She cried so loud, her mother came<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To ask the reason why,</span><br /> +And said, “Oh, Frances, fie for shame!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh fie! oh fie! oh fie!”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +But Frances was more naughty still,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Betty sadly nipp’d;</span><br /> +Until her mother said, “I will—<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I must have Frances whipp’d.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“For, oh! how naughty ’tis to cry,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But worse, much worse, to fight,</span><br /> +Instead of running readily,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And calling out, ‘Good-night!’”</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>POISONOUS FRUIT</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +As Tommy and his sister Jane<br /> +Were walking down a shady lane,<br /> +They saw some berries, bright and red,<br /> +That hung around and overhead.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +And soon the bough they bended down,<br /> +To make the scarlet fruit their own;<br /> +And part they ate, and part in play,<br /> +They threw about and flung away.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +But long they had not been at home,<br /> +Before poor Jane and little Tom<br /> +Were taken sick, and ill to bed,<br /> +And since, I’ve heard they both are dead.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Alas! had Tommy understood<br /> +That fruit in lanes is seldom good,<br /> +He might have walked with little Jane<br /> +Again along the shady lane.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> + +<h2>BEASTS, BIRDS, Etc.</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9.5em;"> +Little Mary was given a woolly-nosed lamb,<br /> +And she fed it on ginger and gooseberry jam.<br /> +One day Mary was hungry, and longed for lamb chops,<br /> +So into the oven her lambkin she pops.<br /> +When the oven was opened, Mary opened her eyes,<br /> +For, what do you think? There was such a surprise;<br /> +In her hurry the oven she’d forgotten to heat,<br /> +So out jumped the lamb, and forgetting to bleat,<br /> +It said, “Mary, my dear, if there’s <em>no</em> gooseberry jam,<br /> +I can lunch very well on potatoes and ham.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Little lamb, who made thee?<br /> +Dost thou know who made thee,<br /> +Gave thee life, and bade thee feed<br /> +By the stream and o’er the mead;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +Gave thee clothing of delight,<br /> +Softest clothing, woolly, bright;<br /> +Gave thee such a tender voice,<br /> +Making all the vales rejoice!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little lamb, who made thee?</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dost thou know who made thee?</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;<br /> +Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;<br /> +He is called by thy name,<br /> +For He calls Himself a lamb.<br /> +He is meek, and He is mild,<br /> +He became a little child.<br /> +I a child, and thou a lamb,<br /> +We are called by His name.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little lamb, God bless thee!</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little lamb, God bless thee!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE RAM OF DERBY</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +As I was going to Derby, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All on a market day,</span><br /> +I met the finest ram, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ever was fed upon hay.</span><br /> +Daddle-i-day, daddle-i-day,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fal-de-ral, fal-de-ral, daddle-i-day.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +This ram was fat behind, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This ram was fat before,</span><br /> +This ram was ten yards high, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Indeed he was no more.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The wool upon his back, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reached up unto the sky,</span><br /> +The eagles made their nests there, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I heard the young ones cry.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The wool upon his belly, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It dragged upon the ground,</span><br /> +It was sold in Derby town, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For forty thousand pound.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The space between his horns, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was as far as a man could reach,</span><br /> +And there they built a pulpit, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the parson there to preach.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The teeth that were in his mouth, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were like a regiment of men,</span><br /> +And the tongue that hung between them, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would have dined them twice and again.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +This ram jumped o’er a wall, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His tail caught on a briar,</span><br /> +It reached from Derby town, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All into Leicestershire.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +And of this tail so long, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twas ten miles and an ell,</span><br /> +They made a goodly rope, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To toll the market bell.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +This ram had four legs to walk, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This ram had four legs to stand,</span><br /> +And every leg he had, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stood on an acre of land.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The butcher that killed this ram, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was drowned in the blood,</span><br /> +And all the good people of Derby, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were carried away in the flood.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +All the maids in Derby, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came begging for his horns,</span><br /> +To take them to the cooper’s, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make them milking gawns.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The little boys of Derby, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They came to beg his eyes,</span><br /> +To kick about the streets, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they were football size.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The tanner that tanned his hide, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would never be poor any more,</span><br /> +For when he had tanned and stretched it, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It covered all Sinfin Moor.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Indeed, sir, this is true, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never was taught to lie,</span><br /> +And had you been to Derby, sir,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You’d have seen it, as well as I.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Daddle-i-day, daddle-i-day,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fal-de-ral, fal-de-ral, daddle-i-day.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>PUSSY</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Jack Sprat had a cat,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It had but one ear;</span><br /> +That he cut off,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And made small beer.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>PUSSY</strong></p> + +<p class="center"><em>Child</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Wherefore wash you, Pussy, say,<br /> +Every half-hour through the day?”</p> + +<p class="center"><em>Pussy</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Why? Because ’twould look so bad<br /> +If a dirty coat I had;<br /> +Little face and little feet,<br /> +They too must be always neat.”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +So says Pussy, and I’ve heard<br /> +All give her a handsome word,<br /> +In the parlour she may be,<br /> +People take her on the knee,<br /> +Why all love her I can tell,—<br /> +It is for washing herself so well.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Pussy sat upon a wall,<br /> + Taking a little fresh air,<br /> +A neighbour’s little dog came by—<br /> + “O Pussy! are you there?”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Good morning, Mistress Pussy-cat,<br /> + Pray tell me how you do,”<br /> +“Quite well, I thank you,” Puss replied,<br /> + “And, Doggy, how are you?”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Pussy-cat Mole<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jumped over a coal,</span><br /> +And in her best petticoat<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Burnt a great hole.</span><br /> +Poor pussy’s weeping,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She’ll get no more milk,</span><br /> +Until her best petticoat’s<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mended with silk.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Leedle! leedle! leedle! our cat’s dead.”<br /> +“How did she die?” “Wi’ a sair head.”<br /> +All ye who ken’d her<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">When she was alive,</span><br /> +Come to her burying<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">At half-past five.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Good day, Miss Cat, so brisk and gay,<br /> +How is it that alone you stay?<br /> +And what is it you cook to day?”<br /> +“Bread so white, and milk so sweet,<br /> +Will it please you sit and eat?”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Pussy-cat high, pussy-cat low,<br /> +Pussy-cat was a fine teazer of tow.<br /> +Pussy-cat she came into a barn,<br /> +With her bagpipes under her arm.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +And then she told a tale to me,<br /> +How mousie had married a humble bee.<br /> +Then was I indeed ever so glad,<br /> +That mousie had married so clever a lad.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>DERBY</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10.5em;"> +“Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been?”<br /> +“I’ve been to see grandmother over the green.”<br /> +“What did she give you?” “Milk in a can.”<br /> +“What did you say for it?” “Thank you, Grandam.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>KITTENS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Now we must name you little creatures,<br /> +After your several gifts and natures;<br /> +Velvet-skin, thou shalt be;<br /> +Softly-Sneaking, call I thee;<br /> +This I surname Catch-the-Mouse,<br /> +But that one is Thief-o’-th’-House.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +They grew up handsome as could be;<br /> +Velvet-skin lay on the knee,<br /> +Catch-the-Mouse for mice went seeking;<br /> +In the barn went Softly-Sneaking;<br /> +Thief-o’-th’-House indulged his wishes<br /> +’Mid the kitchen plates and dishes.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +“What is she doing, Miss Cat?<br /> +Is she sleeping, or waking, or what is she at?”<br /> +“I am not asleep, I am quite wide awake,<br /> +Perhaps you would know what I’m going to make;<br /> +I’m melting some butter, and warming some beer,<br /> +Will it please you sit down and partake of my cheer?”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Three cats sat at the fireside,<br /> +With a basketful of coal dust,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Coal dust! coal dust!</span><br /> +With a basketful of coal dust.<br /> +Said one little cat,<br /> +To the other little cat,<br /> +“If you don’t speak, I must;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I must,</span><br /> +If you don’t speak, I must.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Here is puss in the study; how cunning she looks!<br /> +She likes rats and mice far better than books.<br /> +Ah! that poor little mouse, it is out of its pain,<br /> +And will never feel pussy’s sharp talons again.<br /> +I hope it has not left some young ones at home,<br /> +Who with hunger may die ere their mother shall come.<br /> +And yet ’twould be wrong to say puss is not good,<br /> +For the rats and the mice, you know, serve her for food;<br /> +And though we may pity the poor little mice,<br /> +Yet we don’t like to lose our cheese, butter, and rice.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p class="center"><strong>THE COW</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9.5em;"> +Most parts of the cow are useful and good,<br /> +For leather, for lanthorns, for candles, or food;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +And before she is dead, we owe much to the cow,<br /> +Her uses are great—let us think of them now.<br /> +Every morning and evening how quiet she stands<br /> +When the farmer’s boy comes, stool and pail in his hands;<br /> +And when he returns with the milk fresh and sweet,<br /> +To most little children it proves a great treat.<br /> +Mama likes the cream to put into the tea,<br /> +And to make us nice puddings some milk there must be;<br /> +Then from milk we have butter and cheese too, you know,<br /> +So that all these good things we receive from the cow.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +The cow has a horn, and the fish has a gill;<br /> +The horse has a hoof, and the duck has a bill;<br /> +The bird has a wing, that on high he may sail;<br /> +And the lion a mane, and the monkey a tail;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +And they swim, or they fly, or they walk, or they eat,<br /> +With fin, or with wing, or with bill, or with feet.<br /> +And Charles has two hands, with five fingers to each,<br /> +On purpose to hold with, to work, and to reach;<br /> +No birds, beasts, or fishes, for work or for play,<br /> +Has anything half so convenient as they:<br /> +But if he don’t use them, and keep them in use,<br /> +He’d better have had but two legs like a goose.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +There was a piper had a cow,<br /> +And he had nocht to give her,<br /> +He took his pipes and play’d a spring,<br /> +And bade the cow consider;<br /> +The cow consider’d with hersel’<br /> +That music wad ne’er fill her;<br /> +“Gie me a pickle clean ait-strae,<br /> +And sell your wind for siller.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Let us go to the wood,” says this pig;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">“What to do there?” says that pig;</span><br /> +“To look for my mother,” says this pig;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">“What to do with her?” says that pig;</span><br /> +“Kiss her to death,” says this pig.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>CORNWALL</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +“Whose little pigs are these, these, these,<br /> +And whose little pigs are these?”<br /> +“They are Johnny Cook’s,<br /> +I know them by their looks,<br /> +And I found them among the peas.”<br /> +“Go pound them! go pound them!”<br /> +“I dare not for my life,<br /> +For though I don’t love Johnny Cook,<br /> +I dearly love his wife.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +I had a little hobby-horse,<br /> + His name was Neddy Grey,<br /> +His head was stuffed with pea-straw,<br /> + His tail was made of hay.<br /> +He could nibble, he could trot,<br /> +He could carry the mustard pot,<br /> +From the table to the shop.<br /> + Whoa! Neddy Grey.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE NANNY-GOAT IN THE GARDEN</strong></p> + +<p class="center">(<em>From the French.</em>)</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Ho! Johnnie!” cries the master, “Ho!<br /> +To chase that Nanny quickly go,<br /> +She eats my grapes with eager haste,<br /> +My garden soon will be a waste.”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Johnnie goes, but returns not,<br /> +Nor chases the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Ho! Dog!” says the master,<br /> +“Go bite that Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The Dog goes, but returns not,<br /> +Nor bites the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Ho! Whip!” says the master,<br /> +“Go thrash that Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The Whip goes, and returns not,<br /> +Nor thrashes the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Ho! Fire!” says the master,<br /> +“Go burn that Whip,<br /> +That thrashes not the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The Fire goes, and returns not,<br /> +Nor burns the Whip,<br /> +That thrashes not the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Ho! Water!” says the master,<br /> +“Go drown that Fire,<br /> +That burns not the Whip,<br /> +That thrashes not the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.”</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The Water goes, and returns not,<br /> +Nor drowns the Fire,<br /> +That burns not the Whip,<br /> +That thrashes not the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Ho! Ass!” says the master,<br /> +“Go drink that Water,<br /> +That drowns not the Fire,<br /> +That burns not the Whip,<br /> +That thrashes not the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The Ass goes, and returns not,<br /> +Nor drinks the Water,<br /> +That drowns not the Fire,<br /> +That burns not the Whip,<br /> +That thrashes not the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Ho! Sword!” says the master,<br /> +“Go kill that Ass there,<br /> +That drinks not the Water,<br /> +That drowns not the Fire,<br /> +That burns not the Whip,<br /> +That thrashes not the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The Sword goes, and returns not,<br /> +Nor kills the Ass,<br /> +That drinks not the Water,<br /> +That drowns not the Fire,<br /> +That burns not the Whip,<br /> +That thrashes not the Doggie,<br /> +That bites not the Johnnie,<br /> +Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,<br /> +Down in the garden.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Says the master: “Then ’tis I<br /> +That thither to the chase must hie;”<br /> +He takes a bound across the grass,<br /> +And the Sword runs to kill the Ass,<br /> +The Ass to Water runs and drinks,<br /> +When Water runs the Fire shrinks,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +The Fire to burn the Whip now hastens,<br /> +The Whip in haste the slow Dog chastens,<br /> +And Johnnie now he runs to bite,<br /> +Who quick on Nanny vents his spite,<br /> +Nanny who ate the grapes of late,<br /> +And master shuts the garden gate.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The fox looked out one moonlight night,<br /> +And called to the stars to give him light,<br /> +For he’d a long way to go, over the snow,<br /> +Before he could reach his den-oh!</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Old Mother Prittle-Prattle jumped out of bed,<br /> +And out of the window she popped her head,<br /> +“John! John! John! the grey goose is gone,<br /> +And the fox is off to his den-oh!”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +The fox he got quite safe to his den,<br /> +And to his little ones—eight—nine—ten,<br /> +The fox and his wife they ate the goose,<br /> +And the little ones picked the bones-oh!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Poor Dog Bright!<br /> +Ran off with all his might,<br /> +Because the cat was after him,<br /> +Poor Dog Bright!</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Poor cat Fright!<br /> +Ran off with all her might,<br /> +Because the dog was after her,<br /> +Poor Cat Fright!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>CHARM FOR AN INJURED HORSE</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Our Lord forth raide,<br /> +His foal’s foot slade.<br /> +Our Lord down-lighted,<br /> +His foal’s foot righted.<br /> +Saying, “Flesh to flesh, blood to blood,<br /> +And bane to bane.”<br /> +In our Lord His name.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>FROM POOR ROBIN'S ALMANAC (1733)</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Observe which way the hedgehog builds her nest,<br /> +To front the north, or south, or east, or west;<br /> +For if ’tis true that common people say,<br /> +The wind will blow the quite contrary way.<br /> +If by some secret art the hedgehog know,<br /> +So long before, the way the wind will blow,<br /> +She has an art which many a person lacks,<br /> +That thinks himself fit to make our Almanacs.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Into woods where beasts can talk,<br /> +I went out to take a walk,<br /> +A rabbit sitting in a bush<br /> +Peeped at me, and then cried, “Hush!”<br /> +Presently to me it ran,<br /> +And its story thus began:—</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“You have got a gun, I see,<br /> +Perhaps you’ll point it soon at me,<br /> +And when I am shot, alack!<br /> +Pop me in your little sack.<br /> +When upon my fate I think<br /> +I grow faint, my spirits sink.”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Pretty rabbit, do not eat<br /> +Gardener’s greens or farmer’s wheat,<br /> +If such thieving you begin,<br /> +You must pay it with your skin;<br /> +Honestly your living get,<br /> +And you may be happy yet.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +See the little rabbits,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">How they run and sweat;</span><br /> +Some shoot ’em with a gun,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Others catch ’em with a net.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE HUNTING OF THE WREN</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +“Will ye go to the wood?” quo’ Fozie Mozie;<br /> +“Will ye go to the wood?” quo’ Johnnie Rednosie;<br /> +“Will ye go to the wood?” quo’ Foslin ’ene;<br /> +“Will ye go to the wood?” quo’ brither and kin.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +“What to do there?” quo’ Fozie Mozie;<br /> +“What to do there?” quo’ Johnnie Rednosie;<br /> +“What to do there?” quo’ Foslin ’ene;<br /> +“What to do there?” quo’ brither and kin.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +“To slay the wren,” quo’ Fozie Mozie;<br /> +“To slay the wren,” quo’ Johnnie Rednosie;<br /> +“To slay the wren,” quo’ Foslin ’ene;<br /> +“To slay the wren,” quo’ brither and kin.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +“What way will ye get her hame?” quo’ Fozie Mozie;<br /> +“What way will ye get her hame?” quo’ Johnnie Rednosie;<br /> +“What way will ye get her hame?” quo’ Foslin ’ene;<br /> +“What way will ye get her hame?” quo’ brither and kin.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +“We’ll hire cart and horse,” quo’ Fozie Mozie;<br /> +“We’ll hire cart and horse,” quo’ Johnnie Rednosie;<br /> +“We’ll hire cart and horse,” quo’ Foslin ’ene;<br /> +“We’ll hire cart and horse,” quo’ brither and kin.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +“What way will ye get her in?” quo’ Fozie Mozie;<br /> +“What way will ye get her in?” quo’ Johnnie Rednosie;<br /> +“What way will ye get her in?” quo’ Foslin ’ene;<br /> +“What way will ye get her in?” quo’ brither and kin.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +“We’ll drive down the door cheeks,” quo’ Fozie Mozie;<br /> +“We’ll drive down the door cheeks,” quo’ Johnnie Rednosie;<br /> +“We’ll drive down the door cheeks,” quo’ Foslin ’ene;<br /> +“We’ll drive down the door cheeks,” quo’ brither and kin.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +“I’ll hae a wing,” quo’ Fozie Mozie;<br /> +“I’ll hae anither,” quo’ Johnnie Rednosie;<br /> +“I’ll hae a leg,” quo’ Foslin ’ene;<br /> +“And I’ll hae anither,” quo’ brither and kin.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +“Dicky bird, dicky bird, where are you going?”<br /> +“I’m going to the fields to see the men mowing.”<br /> +“Don’t you go there, or else you’ll be shot,<br /> +Baked in a pudding, and boiled in a pot.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 9.5em;"> +“Who’ll gu to th’ wood?” says Robin a Bobbin,<br /> +“Who’ll gu to th’ wood?” says Richard to Robbin,<br /> +“Who’ll gu to th’ wood?” says Johnny alone,<br /> +“Who’ll gu to th’ wood, lads, every one?”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9.5em;"> +“What muns do theer?” says Robbin a Bobbin,<br /> +“What muns do theer?” says Richard to Robbin,<br /> +“What muns do theer?” says Johnny alone,<br /> +“What muns do theer, lads, every one?”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9.5em;"> +“Gu a-shooting tum-tits,” says Robbin a Bobbin,<br /> +“Gu a-shooting tum-tits,” says Richard to Robbin,<br /> +“Gu a-shooting tum-tits,” says Johnny alone,<br /> +“Gu a-shooting tum-tits, lads, every one.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +The robin and the red-breast,<br /> + The robin and the wren;<br /> +If you take out o’ their nest,<br /> + You’ll never thrive agen!</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +The robin and the red-breast,<br /> + The martin and the swallow;<br /> +If you touch one o’ their eggs,<br /> + Bad luck will surely follow!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +A robin and a titter-wren<br /> +Are God Almighty’s cock and hen;<br /> +A martin and a swallow<br /> +Are God Almighty’s shirt and collar.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +The robin red-breast and the wran<br /> +Coost out about the parritch pan;<br /> +And ere the robin got a spune,<br /> +The wran she had the parritch dune.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Robin, robin red-breast,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laverock, and the wren,</span><br /> +If you harry their nest<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You’ll never thrive agen.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>1600</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +What bird so sings, yet does so wail?<br /> +’Tis philomel, the nightingale;<br /> +“Jugg! jugg! terue!” she cries,<br /> +And hating earth to heaven she flies.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Eat birds, eat, and fear not,<br /> +Here lie I and care not,<br /> +But if my master should happen to come,<br /> +With his short whip, and his long gun,<br /> +You must fly and I must run.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +I will sing you a song<br /> +Of the days that are long,<br /> +Of the woodcock and the sparrow,<br /> +Of the little dog that burnt his tail,<br /> +And shall be whipt to-morrow.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>DORSET RIME</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Vlee away, blackie cap!<br /> +Don’t ye hurt measter’s crap,<br /> +While I vill my tatie trap,<br /> +And lie down and teak a nap.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>DEVONSHIRE CUCKOO RIME</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +March he sits upon his perch;<br /> +April he soundeth his bell;<br /> +May he sings both night and day;<br /> +June he altereth his tune;<br /> +And July—away to fly.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +When the cuckoo comes to the bare thorn,<br /> +Sell your cow and buy your corn;<br /> +But when she comes to the full bit,<br /> +Sell your corn and buy you sheep.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +In April the coo-coo can sing her song by rote;<br /> +In June of time she cannot sing a note;<br /> +At first koo-koo! koo-koo! sings still—<br /> +At last koo-ke! koo-ke! koo-ke!—six koo-kees to one koo.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>NORFOLK</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When the weirling shrieks at night,<br /> +Sow the seed with the morning light;<br /> +But when the cuckoo swells its throat,<br /> +Harvest flies from the mooncall’s<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> note.</p> + +</div> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> <em>Mooncall</em>—the cuckoo (Norfolk).</p></div> + +<div class="box"> +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Parson Peard,<br /> +Be not afeard,<br /> +Nor take it much in anger;<br /> +We’ve bought your geese<br /> +At a penny a piece,<br /> +And left the money with the gander.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +A peacock picked a peck of pepper;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did he pick a peck of pepper?</span><br /> +Yes, he picked a peck of pepper;<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pick, pecker, peacock!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>SOUTHERN INDIA</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +An old story! an old story!<br /> +Clever Brahman, an old story!<br /> +What shall I say?<br /> +I know none.<br /> +Little chickens! little chickens!<br /> +Sing me a song!<br /> +What can I sing?<br /> +Pyong! Pyong!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +The Cock did say:<br /> +“I use alway<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To crow both first and last,</span><br /> +Like a postle I am,<br /> +For I preache to man,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tell hym the nyght is past.”</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE APE AND THE COCKATOO</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Said an ape in the Zoo<br /> +To a white cockatoo:<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Your beak is uncommonly strong!”</span><br /> +Said the white cockatoo<br /> +To the ape in the Zoo,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">“And your tail is excessively long!”</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Said the ape in the Zoo<br /> +To the white cockatoo:<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Remarks are exceedingly rude!</span><br /> +And you must look out,<br /> +And see what you’re about,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or I’ll seize and run off with your food!”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Then the white cockatoo<br /> +Really furious grew,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shouted as loud as he could:</span><br /> +“You black-faced Wanderoo!<a name="FNanchor_B_2" id="FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br /> +With your white whiskers, too,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Do you think to insult me is good?”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +’Tween the ape in the Zoo<br /> +And the white cockatoo<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then furious battle ensued,</span><br /> +And the cockatoo bit<br /> +The ape into a fit,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the ape snatched the cockatoo’s food.</span></p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_B_2" id="Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_2"><span class="label">[B]</span></a> An ape is a Wanderoo in Ceylon.</p></div> + +<div class="box"> +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +Sweet Amaryllis by a spring’s<br /> +Soft and soul-melting murmurings<br /> +Slept, and thus sleeping thither flew<br /> +A robin red-breast, who, at view,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +Not seeing her at all to stir,<br /> +Brought leaves and moss to cover her.<br /> +But while he perking there did pry,<br /> +About the arch of either eye,<br /> +The lid began to let out day,<br /> +At which poor robin flew away,<br /> +And seeing her not dead, but all disleaved,<br /> +He chirp’d for joy to find himself deceived.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE OBSTINATE CHICKEN</strong></p> + +<p class="center"><em>Hen</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +“Go not down that distant walk;<br /> +Yonder flies the savage hawk;<br /> +His sharp eyes will quickly meet you,<br /> +If you go I’m sure he’ll eat you.”</p> + +<p class="center"><em>Chicken</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +“Nasty hawk is far away,<br /> +I may safely go and play;<br /> +If he comes my legs will bring<br /> +Me beneath your sheltering wing.”</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +So it skipped off in a trice,<br /> +Scorning mother’s good advice;<br /> +And when it thought at home to sup,<br /> +Down came the hawk and gobbled it up.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Lords and knights, I do invite<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ladies and gentlemen,</span><br /> +To come unto the burial<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of my wee brown hen.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +My wee brown hen,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">They might have let her be,</span><br /> +Every day she laid an egg,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">On Sunday she laid three.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>SOUTHERN INDIAN SONGS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +“Cooing, cooing, cooing dove!<br /> +How many little ones have you to love?”<br /> +“In my nest—two—three—four—five<br /> +Little ones I hatch’d alive.”<br /> +“Tell me then, O dove, I pray,<br /> +Where are the little ones to-day?”<br /> +“On a bough both safe and strong<br /> +Left I them an hour long,<br /> +I cannot see them now, and know<br /> +They have gone to feed the crow.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +“Dusky sister of the crow<br /> +Let us to the wedding go,<br /> +To-morrow or on Sunday morn;<br /> +Though the kite doth sit forlorn,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +Seeing in a painful dream<br /> +Young ones perish in the stream.<br /> +All the young ones of the crow<br /> +Cheese are seeking to and fro.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +One, two, three, four, five,<br /> +I caught a fish alive;<br /> +Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,<br /> +I let it go again.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +“Why did you let it go?”<br /> +“Because it bit my finger so.”<br /> +“Which finger did it bite?”<br /> +“The little finger on the right.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Dragon fly! dragon fly! fly about the brook,<br /> +Sting all the bad boys who for the fish look;<br /> +But let the good boys catch all they can,<br /> +And then take them home to be fried in a pan,<br /> +With nice bread and butter they shall sup up their fish,<br /> +While all the little naughty boys shall only lick the dish.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>LADY-BIRD</strong></p> + +<p class="center">NORFOLK</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Bishop, Bishop Barnabee,<br /> +Tell me when my wedding be;<br /> +If it be to-morrow day,<br /> +Take your wings and fly away.<br /> +Fly to the East, fly to the West,<br /> +And fly to them that I love best.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>LADY-BIRD—IN SCOTLAND LADY LANNERS</strong></p> + +<p class="center">LANARK</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Lady, Lady Lanners!<br /> +Lady, Lady Lanners!<br /> +Tak up your clowk about your head,<br /> +An’ flee awa’ to Flanners.<br /> +Flee owre firth, an’ flee owre fell,<br /> +Flee owre pule, an’ rinnan well,<br /> +Flee owre muir, an’ flee owre mead,<br /> +Flee owre livan, flee owre dead,<br /> +Flee owre corn, an’ flee owre lea,<br /> +Flee owre river, flee owre sea,<br /> +Flee ye east, or flee ye west,<br /> +Flee till him that lo’es me best.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Lady-bird! lady-bird! pretty one stay!<br /> +Come sit on my finger, so happy and gay,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With me shall no mischief betide thee;</span><br /> +No harm would I do thee, no foeman is near,<br /> +I only would gaze on thy beauties so dear,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Those beautiful winglets beside thee.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home!<br /> +Thy house is a-fire, thy children will roam,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">List! list to their cry and bewailing!</span><br /> +The pitiless spider is weaving their doom,<br /> +Then lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home!<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hark! hark to thy children’s bewailing!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Fly back again, back again, lady-bird dear!<br /> +Thy neighbours will merrily welcome thee here,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With them shall no perils attend thee.</span><br /> +They’ll guard thee so safely from danger or care,<br /> +They’ll gaze on thy beautiful winglets so fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And comfort, and love, and befriend thee!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE SELFISH SNAILS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +It happened that a little snail<br /> +Came crawling, with his shiny tail,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a cabbage-stalk;</span><br /> +But two more little snails were there,<br /> +Both feasting on this dainty fare,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Engaged in friendly talk.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“No, no, you shall not dine with us;<br /> +How dare you interrupt us thus?”<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The greedy snails declare;</span><br /> +So their poor brother they discard,<br /> +Who really thinks it very hard<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">He may not have his share.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +But selfish folks are sure to know<br /> +They get no good by being so<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In earnest or in play;</span><br /> +Which those two snails confess’d, no doubt,<br /> +When soon the gardener spied them out,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And threw them both away.</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p> + +<h2>ALPHABETS</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>QUARREL OF THE ALPHABET</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +Great A was alarmed at B’s bad behaviour,<br /> +Because C, D, E, and F denied G a favour.<br /> +H got a husband, with I, J, K, and L,<br /> +M married Mary, and taught scholars how to spell.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +It went hard at first with N, O, P, and Q,<br /> +With R, S, T, with single and double U,<br /> +The X and the Y it stuck in their gizzards,<br /> +Till they were made friends by the two crooked izzards.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +This A, B, C, so little is it thought about,<br /> +Although by its aid great knowledge is brought about;<br /> +’Tis the groundwork of science, of wisdom the key, sir,<br /> +For what does a man know that knows not A, B, C, sir?<br /> +He is a blockhead, take it from me, sir,<br /> +That does not know his A, B, C, sir,<br /> +A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N,<br /> +O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> <td align='right'>A</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Apple Pie,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>B</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>for Balloon,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>C</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>a nice custard</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>To eat with a spoon.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>D</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>for my doll,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>When from lessons released,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>E</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>sister Ellen, and</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>F</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>for a Feast.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>G</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>for the Garden,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Where oft-time we play.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>H</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>you will find</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>In a field of sweet Hay.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>I</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>was an Inkstand,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Thrown over for fun.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>J</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>brother Joseph,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>By whom it was done.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>K</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>is our Kitten,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Who plays with her tail,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>L</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>our maid Lucy</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>With milk in her pail.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>M</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>my kind Mother,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>I love her so well.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>N</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Mr Nobody</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Nothing can tell.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>O</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>is an Ostrich,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>So fine and so tall.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>P</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>a fine Peacock,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> </td> <td align='left'>That sat on a wall.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>Q</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>was the Quarrel</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>’Tween Pompey and Pug.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>R</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>is the Rose</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>In our small china jug.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>S</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Syllabub,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>T</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>for my Toys.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>U</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>my kind Uncle,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Who loves good girls and boys.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>V</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>is the Vulture,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Whom little birds dread.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>W</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>a Watch</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>That hangs ticking o’erhead.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>X</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>you may make</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>By two keys when they’re crossed.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>Y</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>is a Youth</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Whose time should not be lost.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>The Alphabet now I nearly have said,</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'></td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>Zoological Gardens begin with a Z.</td> </tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> <td align='right'>A</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Age, and for Adam, and All.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>B</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Bullfinch, and Billy, and Ball.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>C</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Cat, and for Cherry, and Crumb.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>D</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Dog, and for David, and Drum.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>E</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Elephant, Edward, and East.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>F</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Fox, and for Fanny, and Feast.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>G</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Goat, and for George, and for Gold.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>H</td> <td align='left'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> </td> <td align='left'>stands for House, and for Henry, and Hold.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>I</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Indian, and Isaac, and Ill.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>J</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Jay, and for Jenny, and Jill.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>K</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Kissing, and Kitty, and Kine.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>L</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Lion, and Lucy, and Line.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>M</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Morning, for Mary, and Mote.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>N</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Nightingale, Noah, and Note.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>O</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Owl, and for Ox, and for Ounce.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>P</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Parson, and Peter, and Pounce.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>Q</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Quail, and Quarrel, and Quake.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>R</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Reading, for Rule, and for Rake.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>S</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Ship, and for Sam, and for Shop.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>T</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Tiger, for Thomas and Top.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>U</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Unicorn, Uncle, and Use.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>V</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Vulture, for Venice, and Views.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>W</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Waggon, for Wilful, and We.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>X</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Xiphias, the sword-fish, you see.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>Y</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Youth, for You, and for Year.</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='right'>Z</td> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='left'>stands for Zany, that brings up the rear.</td> </tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p> + +<h2>GAMES</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>LOOBY LOO</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Here we dance Looby Loo,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here we dance Looby Light,</span><br /> +Here we dance Looby Loo,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All on a Saturday night.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +All your right hands in,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All your right hands out,</span><br /> +Shake your right hands a little a little,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turn yourselves about.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here we dance, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +All your left hands in,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All your left hands out,</span><br /> +Shake your left hands a little a little,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turn yourselves about.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here we dance, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +All your right feet in,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All your right feet out,</span><br /> +Shake your right feet a little a little,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turn yourselves about.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here we dance, etc.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +All your left feet in,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All your left feet out,</span><br /> +Shake your left feet a little a little,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turn yourselves about.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here we dance, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +All your noddles in,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">All your noddles out,</span><br /> +Shake all your noddles a little a little,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turn yourselves about.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here we dance, etc.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Put all yourselves in,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Put all yourselves out,</span><br /> +Shake all yourselves a little a little,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And turn yourselves about.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here we dance Looby Loo,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">Here we dance Looby Light,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here we dance Looby Loo,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 3em;">All on a Saturday night.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Walking up the green grass,<br /> +A dusty dusty day,<br /> +Fair maids, and pretty maids,<br /> +As ever you did see.<br /> +Suppose a man’d die,<br /> +And leave his wife a widow,<br /> +The bells’d ring, and we should sing,<br /> +And all dance round together. </p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +Oats and beans and barley grow,<br /> +Oats and beans and barley grow;<br /> +Do you, or I, or any one know,<br /> +How oats and beans and barley grow?</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +First the farmer sows his seed,<br /> +Then he stands and takes his ease,<br /> +Stamps his feet, and claps his hands,<br /> +And turns him round to view the lands.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yeo ho! Yeo ho!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +Waiting for a partner,<br /> +Waiting for a partner,<br /> +Open the ring, and send one in.<br /> +So now you’re married you must obey,<br /> +You must be true to all you say;<br /> +You must be kind, you must be good,<br /> +And help your wife to chop the wood.<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yeo ho! Yeo ho!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>STAFFORDSHIRE</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Green gravel, green gravel, the grass is so green,<br /> +The fairest damsel that ever was seen.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +O Mary, O Mary, your true love is dead!<br /> +He sent you a letter to turn round your head.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +O mother, O mother, do you think it is true?<br /> +O yes, O yes, and what shall I do?</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +I’ll wash you in milk, and dress you in silk,<br /> +And write down your name with a gold pen and ink.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>SINGING GAME</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Rosy apple, lemon, and pear,<br /> +Bunch of roses she shall wear,<br /> +Gold and silver by her side,<br /> +Choose the one to be your bride.<br /> +Take her by the lily-white hand,<br /> +Lead her across the water,<br /> +Give her kisses, one, two, three,<br /> +Mrs Rose’s daughter.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>APPLE PIPS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +One I love, two I love, three I love, I say<br /> +Four I love with all my heart, five I cast away;<br /> +Six he loves, seven she loves, eight they both love;<br /> +Nine he comes, ten he tarries,<br /> +Eleven he courts, and twelve he marries.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>SCOTTISH GAME SONG</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Here we go by jingo ring,<br /> + By jingo ring, by jingo ring,<br /> +Here we go by jingo ring,<br /> + And round about Mary matins sing.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Round the Maypole,<br /> +Trit, trit, trot!<br /> +See what a Maypole<br /> +We have got.<br /> +Fine and gay,<br /> +Trip away!<br /> +Happy in our new May-day.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Gentlemen and ladies,<br /> +I wish you happy May,<br /> +We come to show the garland,<br /> +For ’tis the first of May.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Good-morning, lords and ladies,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is the first of May.</span><br /> +We hope you’ll view our garland,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is so smart and gay.</span><br /> +I love my little brother,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sister every day,</span><br /> +But I seem to love them better<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the merry month of May.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>COUNTING-OUT RHYME</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +One-ery, two-ery, tick-ery, ten,<br /> +Bobs of vinegar, gentlemen:<br /> +A bird in the air,<br /> +A fish in the sea,<br /> +A bonnie wee lassie come singing to thee,<br /> +One, two, three!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> + +<h2>MISCELLANEOUS RHYMES</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>A SHROPSHIRE BALLAD</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +It hails, it rains, in Merry-Cock land,<br /> +It hails, it rains, both great and small,<br /> +And all the little children in Merry-Cock land,<br /> +They have need to play at ball.<br /> +They toss’d the ball so high,<br /> +They toss’d the ball so low,<br /> +Amongst all the Jews’ cattle,<br /> +And amongst the Jews below.<br /> +Out came one of the Jew’s daughters,<br /> +Dressed all in green,<br /> +“Come my sweet Saluter,<br /> +And fetch the ball again.”<br /> +“I durst not come, I must not come,<br /> +Unless all my little playfellows come along,<br /> +For if my mother sees me at the gate,<br /> +She’ll cause my blood to fall.”<br /> +She show’d me an apple as green as grass,<br /> +She show’d me a gay gold ring,<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +She show’d me a cherry as red as blood,<br /> +And so she entic’d me in.<br /> +She took me in the parlour,<br /> +She laid me down to sleep,<br /> +With a Bible at my head,<br /> +And a Testament at my feet.<br /> +And if my playfellows quere for me,<br /> +Tell them I am asleep.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +I had a true love over the sea,<br /> +Parla me dixi dominee!<br /> +He sent me love tokens one, two, three,<br /> +With a rotrum potrum trumpitrorum,<br /> +Parla me dixi dominee!</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +He sent me a book that none could read,<br /> +He sent me a web without a thread.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +He sent me a cherry without a stone,<br /> +He sent me a bird without a bone.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +How can there be a book that none can read?<br /> +How can there be a web without a thread?</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +How can there be a cherry without a stone?<br /> +How can there be a bird without a bone?</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +When the book’s unwritten none can read;<br /> +When the web’s in the fleece it has no thread.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +When the cherry’s in the bloom it has no stone;<br /> +When the bird’s in the egg it has no bone.</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +With a rotrum potrum trumpitrorum,<br /> +Parla me dixi dominee!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVENOAKS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree,<br /> +Seven swift sailing ships white upon the sea;<br /> +Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;<br /> +Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;<br /> +Seven golden butterflies flitting overhead;<br /> +Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;<br /> +Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;<br /> +Seven round rainbows, with clouds to divide them;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +Seven pretty little girls, with sugar on their lips;<br /> +Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;<br /> +Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;<br /> +Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;<br /> +Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;<br /> +With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 9em;"> +There was an old woman, and she liv’d in a shoe,<br /> +She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do.<br /> +She crumm’d ’em some porridge without any bread;<br /> +And she borrow’d a beetle, and she knock’d ’em all o’ th’ head.<br /> +Then out went the old woman to bespeak ’em a coffin,<br /> +And when she came back she found ’em all a-loffeing.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +There was an old woman drawn up in a basket,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three or four times as high as the moon,</span><br /> +And where she was going I never did ask it,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">But in her hand she carried a broom.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +A broom! a broom! a broom! a broom!<br /> +That grows on yonder hill,<br /> +And blows with a yellow bloom,<br /> +Just like lemon peel.<br /> +Just like lemon peel, my boys,<br /> +To mix with our English beer,<br /> +And you shall drink it all up<br /> +While we do say Goliere!<br /> +Goliere! Goliere! Goliere! Goliere!<br /> +While we do say Goliere!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +Dinty diddledy,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">My mammy’s maid,</span><br /> +She stole oranges,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am afraid;</span><br /> +Some in her pocket,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some in her sleeve,</span><br /> +She stole oranges,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I do believe.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +“Dinah, Dinah,<br /> +Go to China,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For oranges and tea;</span><br /> +Dolly is sick,<br /> +And wants them quick,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So skip across the sea!”</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +“Pudding <em>and</em> pie!”<br /> +Said Jane, “O my!”<br /> +“Which would you rather?”<br /> +Said her father,<br /> +“Both!” cried Jane,<br /> +Quite bold and plain.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +Ding dong! ding dong!<br /> +There goes the gong;<br /> +Dick, come along,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">It’s time for dinner.</span><br /> +Wash your face,<br /> +Take your place,<br /> +Where’s your grace?<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">You little sinner!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When little Claude was naughty wunst<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">At dinner-time, an’ said,</span><br /> +He wont say “Thank you!” to his Ma,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">She maked him go to bed,</span><br /> +An’ stay two hours an’ not git up,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So when the clock struck Two,</span><br /> +Nen Claude says, “Thank you, Mr Clock,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’m much obleeged to you!”</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +Tit-tat-toe!<br /> +My first go;<br /> +Three jolly butcher boys all in a row!<br /> +Stick one up,<br /> +Stick one down,<br /> +Stick one in the old man’s burying-ground.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>FOR A WILLOW PATTERN PLATE</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +There’s two birds flying high,<br /> +Here’s a vessel sailing by;<br /> +Here’s the bridge that they pass over,<br /> +Three little men going to Dover!<br /> +Here the stately castle stands,<br /> +Where lives the ruler of these lands;<br /> +Here’s the tree with the apples on,<br /> +That’s the fence that ends my song!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +What way does the wind come? What way does he go?<br /> +He rides over the water, and over the snow,<br /> +Through wood and through vale, and o’er rocky height,<br /> +Which goat cannot climb, takes his sounding flight;<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +He tosses about in every bare tree,<br /> +As, if you look up, you plainly may see;<br /> +But how he will come, and whither he goes,<br /> +There’s never a scholar in England knows.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>TO BE WRITTEN IN A BOOK</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Give your attention as you read,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And frequent pauses take;</span><br /> +Think seriously; and take good heed<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That you no dog’s ears make.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Don’t wet the fingers as you turn<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pages one by one;</span><br /> +Never touch prints, observe: and learn<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each idle gait to shun.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>TO BE WRITTEN IN A BOOK</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Small is the wren,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Black is the rook,</span><br /> +Great is the sinner<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That steals this book.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>SOMERSETSHIRE</strong></p> + +<p class="center"> +CHARM FOR TOOTHACHE,<br /> +TO BE WRITTEN AND WORN</p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Peter sat on a marble stone,<br /> +When by here Jesus came aloan.<br /> +“Peter what is it makes you for to quake?”<br /> +“Lord Jesus, it is the toothake.”<br /> +“Rise, Peter, and be heled.”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Come, butter, come!<br /> +Come, butter, come!<br /> +Peter is at the gate<br /> +Waiting the butter and loaf,<br /> +Come, butter, come!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Jack and Jill went up the hill,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fetch a pail of water,</span><br /> +Jack fell down and broke his crown,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Jill came tumbling after.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Up Jack got and home did trot,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As fast as he could caper,</span><br /> +Went to bed to mend his head,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">With vinegar and brown paper.</span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Jill came in and she did grin,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see his paper plaster,</span><br /> +Mother vexed, did whip her next,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">For causing Jack’s disaster.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Little John Jig Jag,<br /> +Rode on a penny nag,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And went to Wigan to woo;</span><br /> +When he came to a beck<br /> +He fell and broke his neck,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johnny, how dost thou now?</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Little General Monk<br /> +Sat upon a trunk,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eating a crust of bread;</span><br /> +There fell a hot coal,<br /> +And burnt in his clothes a hole,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now little General Monk is dead.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>SALISBURY CATHEDRAL</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +As many days as in one year there be,<br /> +So many windows in this church you see.<br /> +As many marble pillars here appear,<br /> +As there are hours through the fleeting year.<br /> +As many gates as moons one here does view,<br /> +Strange tale to tell, but not more strange than true.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>KENT</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +God made man, and man made money.<br /> +God made the bees, and the bees made honey.<br /> +God made the cooks, and the cooks made pies.<br /> +God made a little boy, and he told lies.<br /> +God made the world, as round as a ball,<br /> +In jumps Satan, and spoils it all.<br /> +God made Satan, and Satan made sin,<br /> +God made a little hole to put Satan in.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 15.5em;"> +Essex stiles,<br /> +Kentish miles,<br /> +Norfolk wiles,<br /> +Many men beguiles.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>SOMERSET</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 8em;"> +My grandmother had a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief,<br /> +Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way,<br /> +If my grandmother had a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief,<br /> +Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way,<br /> +Why shouldn’t I have a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief,<br /> +Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way?</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>LEICESTER</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +My father died a month ago,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And left me all his riches;</span><br /> +A feather bed, a wooden leg,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a pair of leather breeches.</span><br /> +A coffee pot without a spout,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A cup without a handle,</span><br /> +A ’bacco box without a lid,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And half a farthing candle.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 15em;"> +Here’s good health<br /> +And a little wealth,<br /> +And a little house<br /> +And freedom,<br /> +And at the end<br /> +A little friend,<br /> +And little cause<br /> +To need ’im.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>SUFFOLK</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Get up at four, and you’ll have more.<br /> +Get up at five, and things’ll thrive.<br /> +Get up at six, and things’ll fix.<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +Get up at seven, and things’ll go even.<br /> +Get up at eight, and that’s too late.<br /> +Get up at nine, and that’s no time.<br /> +Get up at ten, and go to bed again.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +At ten a child,<br /> +At twenty wild,<br /> +At thirty tame if ever;<br /> +At forty wise,<br /> +At fifty rich,<br /> +At sixty good, or never.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE SETTING OF THE SUN</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +See where the sun sinks in the west,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">His appointed race having run,</span><br /> +He says to man and beast: “Now rest,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your toil and labour’s done.”</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +So should each little girl and boy,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perform their daily task;</span><br /> +Then would their parents dear, with joy,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grant all good things they’d ask.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>THE EAGLE AND THE OAK</strong></p> + +<p class="center"><em>Irish</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +When you were an acorn on the tree top,<br /> +Then was I an eagle cock;<br /> +Now that you are a withered old block,<br /> +Still I am an eagle cock.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>FLAX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +There’s a garden that I ken,<br /> +Full of little gentlemen,<br /> +Little caps of blue they wear,<br /> +And green ribbons very fair.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Nettle out, dock in,<br /> +Dock remove the nettle sting.<br /> +In dock, out nettle,<br /> +Don’t let the blood settle.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +A litel grounde well tilled,<br /> +A litel house well filled,<br /> +A litel wife well willed,<br /> +Would make him live that were halfe killed.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Born of a Monday,<br /> +Fair in face;<br /> +Born of a Tuesday,<br /> +Full of God’s grace;<br /> +Born of a Wednesday,<br /> +Merry and glad;<br /> +Born of a Thursday,<br /> +Sour and sad;<br /> +Born of a Friday,<br /> +Godly given;<br /> +Born of a Saturday,<br /> +Work for your living;<br /> +Born of a Sunday,<br /> +Never shall we want;<br /> +So there ends the week,<br /> +And there’s an end on’t.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Monday for health,<br /> +Tuesday for wealth,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wednesday the best day of all;</span><br /> +Thursday for losses,<br /> +Friday for crosses,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saturday no day at all.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Sunrise, breakfast; sun high, dinner;<br /> +Sundown, sup, makes a saint of a sinner.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Tom married a wife on Monday,<br /> +He got a stick on Tuesday,<br /> +He beat her well on Wednesday,<br /> +Sick was she on Thursday,<br /> +Dead was she on Friday,<br /> +Glad was Tom on Saturday,<br /> +To bury his wife on Sunday.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Little Goody Tidy<br /> +Was born on a Friday,<br /> +Was christened on a Saturday,<br /> +Ate roast beef on Sunday,<br /> +Was very well on Monday,<br /> +Was taken ill on Tuesday,<br /> +Sent for the doctor on Wednesday,<br /> +Died on Thursday.<br /> +So there’s an end to little Goody Tidy.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Bobby Shaft is gone to sea,<br /> +With silver buckles at his knee,<br /> +When he comes home he’ll marry me,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pretty Bobby Shaft!</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Bobby Shaft is fat and fair,<br /> +Combing down his yellow hair;<br /> +He’s my love for evermore,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pretty Bobby Shaft!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +A good child, a good child,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I suppose you be,</span><br /> +Never laughed nor smiled<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the tickling of your knee.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 6em;"> +Commodore Rogers was a brave man—exceedingly brave—particular;<br /> +He climbed up very high rocks—exceedingly high—perpendicular;<br /> +And what made this the more inexpressible,<br /> +These same rocks were quite inaccessible.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +When I was a little boy,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">I washed my mammie’s dishes,</span><br /> +I put my finger in my eye,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pulled out golden fishes.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,<br /> +Pye crust and pastry crust, that was the wall;<br /> +The windows were made of black puddings and white,<br /> +And slated with pancakes you ne’er saw the like.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>A CHERRY</strong></p> + +<p class="center"><em>Galloway</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A wee, wee man in a red, red coat,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">A staff in his hand, and a stane in his throat,</span><br /> +Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>PERTH</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +A penny for the chappin’ stick,<a name="FNanchor_C_3" id="FNanchor_C_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_C_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tuppence</span> for the theevil,<a name="FNanchor_D_4" id="FNanchor_D_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_D_4" class="fnanchor">[D]</a><br /> +That’s the way the money goes,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pop goes the weasel.</span></p> + +</div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_C_3" id="Footnote_C_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_C_3"><span class="label">[C]</span></a> Used for pounding potatoes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_D_4" id="Footnote_D_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_D_4"><span class="label">[D]</span></a> For stirring porridge.</p></div> + +<div class="box"> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Cocky-bendy’s lying sick,<br /> +Guess ye what’ll mend him?<br /> +Twenty kisses in a clout,<br /> +Lassie will ye send ’em?</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Cherries a ha’penny a stick!<br /> +Come and pick! Come and pick!<br /> +Cherries! big as plums!<br /> +Who comes? Who comes?</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Nanty, Panty, Jack-a-Dandy,<br /> +Stole a piece of sugar-candy,<br /> +From the grocer’s shoppy-shop,<br /> +And away did hoppy-hop!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Lucy Locket lost her pocket,<br /> +Kitty Fisher found it,<br /> +Never a farthing was therein,<br /> +But little fishes drowned.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Riggity jig, riggity jig,<br /> +Who’ll go to market to ride in a gig?<br /> +A fair little maid, and a nice little man,<br /> +Shall ride off to market as fast as they can.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Polly, put the kettle on,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And let’s have tea!</span><br /> +Polly put the kettle on,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we’ll all have tea.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Mr Mason bought a basin,<br /> +Mr Rice asked the price,<br /> +Mr Hicks fell in his tricks,<br /> +And bounced the basin on the bricks.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>GRAVESEND</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +Hab can nab,<br /> +The two-pound crab,<br /> +The twopenny ha’penny lobster,<br /> +Trot over to France,<br /> +To see the cat dance,<br /> +And could not come back to his master.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>DORSET</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +I’ve come a-shrovin’<br /> +Vor a little pankaik<br /> +A bit of bread o’ your baikin’,<br /> +Or a little truckle cheese o’ your maikin’,<br /> +If you’ll gie me a little I’ll ax no more,<br /> +If you don’t gie me nothin’ I’ll rottle your door.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +As I was going along, long, long,<br /> +Singing a comical song, song, song,<br /> +The way that I went was so long, long, long,<br /> +And the song that I sang was as long, long, long,<br /> +And so I went singing along.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +What’s in the cupboard?<br /> +Says Mr Hubbard.<br /> +A knuckle of veal,<br /> +Says Mr Beal.<br /> +Is that all?<br /> +Says Mr Ball.<br /> +And enough too,<br /> +Says Mr Glue;<br /> +And away they all flew.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12.5em;"> +Won’t be my father’s Jack,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Won’t be my mother’s Gill;</span><br /> +I will be the fiddler’s wife,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And have music when I will.</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">T’other little tune,</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">T’other little tune;</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pr’ythee, love, play me</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">T’other little tune.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 10em;"> +Daddy Neptune one day to Freedom did say:<br /> +“If ever I lived upon dry land,<br /> +The spot I should hit on would be little Britain,”<br /> +Says Freedom: “Why, that’s my own island!<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +Oh, it’s a snug little island,<br /> +A right little, tight little island,<br /> +Search all the globe round, there’s none can be found<br /> +So happy as this little island!”</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13.5em;"> +Did you ever see the Devil,<br /> +With his little spade and shovel,<br /> +Digging ’taties by the dozen<br /> +With his tail cocked up?</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +The man in the moon as hard as your hat,<br /> +He stole some bushes out of a gap,<br /> +If he’d went by, and let ’em alie,<br /> +He’d never been man in the moon so high.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 15em;"> +One to make ready,<br /> +Two to prepare,<br /> +Three to be off,<br /> +And four to be there.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 14.5em;"> +Rum-ti-tum-tum,<br /> +The soldiers are come,<br /> +With a great piece of beef,<br /> +And a bottle of rum.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +If wishes were horses,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beggars would ride,</span><br /> +And all the world<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 2em;">Be drowned in pride.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 12em;"> +First take an old woman and toast her,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then rub her over with cheese,</span><br /> +Then lay her out on a frosty night,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ten to one but she’ll freeze;</span><br /> +Next, bring her in in the morning,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rub her all over with straw,</span><br /> +Then lay her down by a good coal fire,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ten to one but she’ll thaw.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +“Fire! fire!” says the Crier,<br /> +“Where? where?” says Lord Mayor.<br /> +“In the town,” says Billy Brown.<br /> +“Has it done much damage?” says Billy Cabbage.<br /> +“Only burnt a few fellows,” says Billy Bellows,<br /> +“Is that all?” says Billy Ball.<br /> +“Yes, and plenty, too,” says Billy Blue.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +To market ride the gentlemen,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">So do we, so do we;</span><br /> +Then comes the country clown,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hobbledy gee! hobbledy gee!</span><br /> +First go to the ladies, nim, nim, nim!<br /> +Next comes the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim!<br /> +Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>LEICESTERSHIRE RIME</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 11em;"> +If all the waters was wan sea,<br /> +And all the trees was wan tree,<br /> +And this here tree should fall into that there sea,<br /> +Moy, sirs! what a splish-splash there’d be!</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +He that will fish for a Lancashire lad,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">At any time or tide,</span><br /> +Must bait his hook with a good egg py,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or an apple with a red side.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Gaffer Grey one summer day,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was digging in the garden,</span><br /> +Beneath a stone he found a bone,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in the bone a farden.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>ESSEX</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Pink and white’s the lad’s delight,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blue and white they follow,</span><br /> +Green and white’s forsaken quite,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The devil take the yellow!</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Julius Cæsar made a law,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Augustus Cæsar signed it,</span><br /> +That every one that made a sneeze<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should run away and find it.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p style="margin-left: 11.5em;"> +There was a man and his name was Cob;<br /> +He had a wife and her name was Mob;<br /> +He had a dog and his name was Bob;<br /> +She had a cat and her name was Chitterbob;<br /> +“Bob,” says Cob,<br /> +“Chitterbob,” says Mob,<br /> +Cob’s dog was Bob,<br /> +Mob’s cat was Chitterbob,<br /> +Cob, Mob, Bob, and Chitterbob.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> + +<p class="center"><strong>DRIVING MAXIMS</strong></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 14em;"> +Up the hill urge him not;<br /> +Down the hill drive him not;<br /> +Cross the flat spare him not;<br /> +To the hostler trust him not.</p> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<p class="center"><strong>IRISH SONG</strong></p> + +<p class="center"><em>My Land</em></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +She is a rich and rare land!<br /> +Oh! she’s a fresh and fair land!<br /> +She is a dear and rare land,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This native land of mine.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +No men than her’s are braver,<br /> +Her women’s hearts ne’er waver;<br /> +I’d freely die to save her,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And think my lot divine.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +She’s not a dull or cold land,<br /> +No! she’s a warm and bold land,<br /> +Oh! she’s a true and old land,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This native land of mine.</span></p> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;"> +Oh! she’s a fresh and fair land,<br /> +Oh! she’s a true and rare land,<br /> +Yes! she’s a rare and fair land,<br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;">This native land of mine.</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> +<h2>INDEX OF FIRST LINES</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr> <td align='left'></td> <td align='right'>Page</td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A baby was sleeping</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>About the seasons</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A blue and white sky</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A bushel of March dust</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A Cheshire man</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A cold April</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Adam lay</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Adam was supposed</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A Friday dream</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A good child</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A litel grounde</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>And so you do not</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>An old story</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A peacock picked</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A penny for the chappin’ stick</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>April, June</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A robin and a titter-wren</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A robin red-breast</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A skylark wounded</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A stands for Age</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A stands for Apple</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>As I sat under</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>As I was going along</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>As I was going to Derby</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>As many days</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A shower of rain</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>As Tommy</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A superstition prevails</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>At Easter let your clothes</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>At ten a child</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Autumn wheezy</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>A wet Good Friday</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Baby, baby</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Baby cry</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Bishop, Bishop</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Bobby Shaft</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Born of a Monday</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Cherries a ha’penny</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Clemany, Clemany</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Cocky-bendy</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Come, butter, come</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Come, my little Robert</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Commodore Rogers</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Cooing, cooing</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Cuckoo oats</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Daddy Neptune</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Dance a baby</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Dicky bird</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Did you ever see</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Dinah, Dinah</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Ding dong</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Dinty diddledy</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Dragon fly</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Dusky sister</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Eat an apple</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Eat, birds, eat</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Essex stiles</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Farmers’ wives</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>February borrowed</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>February fill the dyke</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Find odd-leaved ash</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>“Fire! fire!”</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>First take an old woman</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Five score</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Friday’s a day</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Gaffer Grey</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Get up at four</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Give your attention</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>God made man</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Go not down</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Good day, Miss Cat</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Good-morning, lords</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Green gravel</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Great A</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Hab can nab</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Hark! the night winds</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>He that will fish</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Here is puss</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Here a little child</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Here’s good health</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Here we come</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Here we dance</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Here we go</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>He who shall hurt</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>“Ho! Johnnie!”</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Horatio</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Hush, hush, hush</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Hush ye</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>I do not like</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If all the waters</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If apples bloom</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If Christmas Day</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_3">3</a>, <a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If ducks do slide</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If Janiveer</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If New Year’s Eve</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If Saturday’s moon</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If the cat</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If the evening’s red</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If the grass grow</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If wishes were horses</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>If you want</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>I had a little</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>I had a true love</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>I left my bairnie</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>In April</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Into woods</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>I rent my shirt</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>I see the moon</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>It hails, it rains</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>I’ve come a shrovin’</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>It happened that</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>I will sing you a song</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>January brings</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Jack and Jill</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Jack Sprat</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>January 22nd</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Julius Cæsar</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Júwa, Júwa</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>King Grin</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Knit, Dorothy</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Lady-bird</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Lady, Lady Lanners</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Leedle! leedle!</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>“Let us go to the wood”</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Little General Monk</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Little Goody Tidy</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Little John Jig Jag</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Little King Boggen</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Little lamb</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Little Mary</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Little Willie from his mirror</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Lords and knights</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Lucy Locket</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>March he sits</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Maria had an aunt</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Monday for health</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Most parts of the cow</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Mr Mason</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>My child</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>My father died</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>My grandmother</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Nanty, Panty</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Nettle out</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Next to the Lion</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Now we must name</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Oak before ash</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Oats and beans</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Observe which way</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>O can ye sew cushions</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>O hush thee</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>One I love</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>One-ery, two-ery</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>One to make ready</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>One, two, three</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Our Lord forth raide</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Oh, we have had</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Parson Peard</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Peter sat</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Pink and white’s</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Polly, put the kettle on</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Poor dog Bright</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>“Pudding and pie!”</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Pussy-cat high</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Pussy-cat Mole</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Pussy sat upon a wall</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Rain, rain, go away</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Rain, rain, go to Spain</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Rain, rain, rattle stone</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Rainbow, rainbow</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Red sky at night</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Remember, remember</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Remember in St Vincent’s</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Riddle me, riddle me</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Riggity-jig</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Robin, robin red-breast</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Rosy apple</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Round the Maypole</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Rum-ti-tum-tum</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Said an ape</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>St Thomas gray</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Saturday new</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>See the little rabbits</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>See where the sun</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Seven sweet singing birds</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>She is a rich and rare</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Sleep, baby, sleep</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Small is the wren</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Spring, the sweet spring</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Sound the flute</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Sunshine and rain</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Sunrise breakfast</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Sweet Amaryllis</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The babe was in the cradle</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The beggar’s dog</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The cock did say</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The cow has a horn</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The fox looked out</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The man in the moon</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The martin</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The moon and the weather</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>There was a man</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>There was a piper</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>There was a thing</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>There’s a garden</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>There was an old woman</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>There was one little Jim</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>There were three jovial</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>There’s two birds</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The rainbow</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The robin and the</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The robin red-breast</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The rose is red</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The wanton boy</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Three cats sat</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The west wind</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>The wind at north</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>This is my birthday</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Through storm and wind</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>’Tis like to be</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>’Tis time to cock</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Tit-tat-toe</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>To market ride</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Tom married a wife</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>’Tween Martinmas</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Under the furze</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Up the hill</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Vlee away</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'> </td> <td align='right'></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Walking up</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>What bird so sings</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Where hae ye been</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>What is she doing</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>What’s in the cupboard</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>What way does the wind</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When Adam dolve</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When Adam he first</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When I was a little</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When little birdie</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When little Claude</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When the cuckoo</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When the moon</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When the weirling</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>When you were an acorn</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Wherefore wash you</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>White for right</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Who’ll gu</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Whose little pigs</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Whoso does the wren’s</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Why, I cannot tell</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>“Will ye go to the wood?”</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Winter thunder</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a>, <a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Won’t be my father’s</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> </tr> +<tr> <td align='left'>Wynken, Blynken</td> <td align='right'><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> 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