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diff --git a/32415-8.txt b/32415-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3b7f31a --- /dev/null +++ b/32415-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11720 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Nursery Rhymes of England, by Various + +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: The Nursery Rhymes of England + +Author: Various + +Illustrator: W. B. Scott + +Release Date: May 18, 2010 [EBook #32415] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Lesley Halamek and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND. + + + [Illustration] + + [Illustration] + + + THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND: + + Collected by + + JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL. + + + + + THE NURSERY RHYMES + + OF + + ENGLAND. + + BY JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL. + + WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W. B. SCOTT. + + [Illustration] + + LONDON AND NEW YORK: FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. + + 1886. + + + [Illustration] + + + + + PREFACE + + TO THE + + FIFTH EDITION. + + +The great encouragement which has been given by the public to the +previous editions of this little work, satisfactorily proves that, +notwithstanding the extension of serious education to all but the very +earliest periods of life, there still exists an undying love for the +popular remnants of the ancient Scandinavian nursery literature. +The infants and children of the nineteenth century have not, then, +deserted the rhymes chanted so many ages since by the mothers of the +North. This is a "great nursery fact"--a proof that there is contained +in some of these traditional nonsense-rhymes a meaning and a romance, +possibly intelligible only to very young minds, that exercise an +influence on the fancy of children. It is obvious there must exist +something of this kind; for no modern compositions are found to supply +altogether the place of the ancient doggerel. + +The nursery rhyme is the novel and light reading of the infant +scholar. It occupies, with respect to the A B C, the position of a +romance which relieves the mind from the cares of a riper age. +The absurdity and frivolity of a rhyme may naturally be its chief +attractions to the very young; and there will be something lost from +the imagination of that child, whose parents insist so much on matters +of fact, that the "cow" must be made, in compliance with the rules +of their educational code, to jump "_under_" instead of "_over_ the +moon;" while of course the little dog must be considered as "barking," +not "laughing" at the circumstance. + +These, or any such objections,--for it seems there are others of +about equal weight,--are, it appears to me, more silly than the worst +nursery rhyme the little readers will meet with in the following +pages. I am quite willing to leave the question to their decision, +feeling assured the catering for them has not been in vain, and +that these cullings from the high-ways and bye-ways--they have been +collected from nearly every county in England--will be to them real +flowers, soothing the misery of many an hour of infantine adversity. + +[Illustration] + + + + + NURSERY RHYMES. + + + + + CONTENTS. + + PAGE + + FIRST CLASS--HISTORICAL 1 + + SECOND CLASS--LITERAL 14 + + THIRD CLASS--TALES 22 + + FOURTH CLASS--PROVERBS 68 + + FIFTH CLASS--SCHOLASTIC 76 + + SIXTH CLASS--SONGS 82 + + SEVENTH CLASS--RIDDLES 119 + + EIGHTH CLASS--CHARMS 135 + + NINTH CLASS--GAFFERS AND GAMMERS 141 + + TENTH CLASS--GAMES 154 + + ELEVENTH CLASS--PARADOXES 196 + + TWELFTH CLASS--LULLABIES 205 + + THIRTEENTH CLASS--JINGLES 213 + + FOURTEENTH CLASS--LOVE AND MATRIMONY 224 + + FIFTEENTH CLASS--NATURAL HISTORY 251 + + SIXTEENTH CLASS--ACCUMULATIVE STORIES 282 + + SEVENTEENTH CLASS--LOCAL 299 + + EIGHTEENTH CLASS--RELICS 303 + + INDEX 317 + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +FIRST CLASS--HISTORICAL. + + +I. + + Old King Cole + Was a merry old soul, + And a merry old soul was he; + He called for his pipe, + And he called for his bowl, + And he called for his fiddlers three. + Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, + And a very fine fiddle had he; + Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. + Oh, there's none so rare, + As can compare + With King Cole and his fiddlers three! + + [The traditional Nursery Rhymes of England commence with a + legendary satire on King Cole, who reigned in Britain, as the + old chroniclers inform us, in the third century after Christ. + According to Robert of Gloucester, he was the father of + St. Helena, and if so, Butler must be wrong in ascribing an + obscure origin to the celebrated mother of Constantine. King + Cole was a brave and popular man in his day, and ascended + the throne of Britain on the death of Asclepiod, amidst + the acclamations of the people, or, as Robert of Gloucester + expresses himself, the "fole was tho of this lond y-paid wel + y-nou." At Colchester there is a large earthwork, supposed to + have been a Roman amphitheatre, which goes popularly by + the name of "King Cole's kitchen." According to Jeffrey of + Monmouth, King Cole's daughter was well skilled in music, but + we unfortunately have no evidence to show that her father was + attached to that science, further than what is contained in + the foregoing lines, which are of doubtful antiquity. The + following version of the song is of the seventeenth century, + the one given above being probably a modernization:-- + + Good King Cole, + He call'd for his bowl, + And he call'd for fidlers three: + And there was fiddle fiddle, + And twice fiddle fiddle, + For 'twas my lady's birth-day; + Therefore we keep holiday, + And come to be merry.] + + +II. + + When good king Arthur ruled this land, + He was a goodly king; + He stole three pecks of barley-meal, + To make a bag-pudding. + + A bag-pudding the king did make, + And stuff'd it well with plums: + And in it put great lumps of fat, + As big as my two thumbs. + + The king and queen did eat thereof, + And noblemen beside; + And what they could not eat that night, + The queen next morning fried. + + +III. + + [The following song relating to Robin Hood, the celebrated + outlaw, is well known at Worksop, in Nottinghamshire, where it + constitutes one of the nursery series.] + + Robin Hood, Robin Hood, + Is in the mickle wood! + Little John, Little John, + He to the town is gone. + + Robin Hood, Robin Hood, + Is telling his beads, + All in the green wood, + Among the green weeds. + + Little John, Little John, + If he comes no more, + Robin Hood, Robin Hood, + He will fret full sore! + + +IV. + + [The following lines were obtained in Oxfordshire. The story + to which it alludes is related by Matthew Paris.] + + One moonshiny night + As I sat high, + Waiting for one + To come by; + The boughs did bend, + My heart did ache + To see what hole the fox did make. + + +V. + + [The following perhaps refers to Joanna of Castile, who + visited the court of Henry the Seventh, in the year 1506.] + + I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear + But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear; + The king of Spain's daughter came to visit me, + And all was because of my little nut tree. + I skipp'd over water, I danced over sea, + And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me. + + +VI. + + [From a MS. in the old Royal Library, in the British Museum, + the exact reference to which is mislaid. It is written, if I + recollect rightly, in a hand of the time of Henry VIII, in an + older manuscript.] + + We make no spare + Of John Hunkes' mare; + And now I + Think she will die; + He thought it good + To put her in the wood, + To seek where she might ly dry; + If the mare should chance to fale, + Then the crownes would for her sale. + + +VII. + + [From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 19, written in the time of + Charles I.] + + The king of France, and four thousand men, + They drew their swords, and put them up again. + + +VIII. + + [In a tract, called 'Pigges Corantoe, or Newes from the + North,' 4to Lond. 1642, p. 3, this is called "Old Tarlton's + Song." It is perhaps a parody on the popular epigram of "Jack + and Jill." I do not know the period of the battle to which it + appears to allude, but Tarlton died in the year 1588, so that + the rhyme must be earlier.] + + The king of France went up the hill, + With twenty thousand men; + The king of France came down the hill, + And ne'er went up again. + + +IX. + + The king of France, with twenty thousand men, + Went up the hill, and then came down again; + The king of Spain, with twenty thousand more, + Climb'd the same hill the French had climb'd before. + + +X. + + [Another version. The nurse sings the first line, and repeats + it, time after time, until the expectant little one asks, what + next? Then comes the climax.] + + The king of France, the king of France, with forty thousand men, + Oh, they all went up the hill, and so--came back again! + + +XI. + + At the siege of Belle-isle + I was there all the while, + All the while, all the while, + At the siege of Belle-isle. + + +XII. + + [The tune to the following may be found in the 'English + Dancing Master,' 1631, p. 37.] + + The rose is red, the grass is green, + Serve Queen Bess our noble queen; + Kitty the spinner + Will sit down to dinner, + And eat the leg of a frog; + All good people + Look over the steeple, + And see the cat play with the dog. + + +XIII. + + Good Queen Bess was a glorious dame, + When bonny King Jemmy from Scotland came; + We'll pepper their bodies, + Their peaceable noddies, + And give them a crack of the crown! + + +XIV. + + [The word _tory_ has changed greatly in its meaning, as it + originated in the reign of Elizabeth, and represented a class + of "bog-trotters," who were a compound of the knave and the + highwayman. For many interesting particulars see Crofton + Croker's 'Researches in the South of Ireland,' 4to, 1824, p. + 52.] + + Ho! Master Teague, what is your story? + I went to the wood and kill'd a _tory_; + I went to the wood and kill'd another; + Was it the same, or was it his brother? + + I hunted him in, and I hunted him out, + Three times through the bog, about and about; + When out of a bush I saw his head, + So I fired my gun, and I shot him dead. + + +XV. + + Please to remember + The fifth of November, + Gunpowder treason and plot; + I know no reason + Why gunpowder treason + Should ever be forgot. + + +XVI. + + [Taken from MS. Douce, 357, fol. 124. See Echard's 'History of + England,' book iii, chap. 1.] + + See saw, sack-a-day; + Monmouth is a pretie boy, + Richmond is another, + Grafton is my onely joy, + And why should I these three destroy, + To please a pious brother! + + +XVII. + + Over the water, and over the lee, + And over the water to Charley. + Charley loves good ale and wine, + And Charley loves good brandy, + And Charley loves a pretty girl, + As sweet as sugar-candy. + + Over the water, and over the sea, + And over the water to Charley, + I'll have none of your nasty beef, + Nor I'll have none of your barley; + But I'll have some of your very best flour; + To make a white cake for my Charley. + + +XVIII. + + [The following is partly quoted in an old song in a MS. at + Oxford, Ashmole, No. 36, fol. 113.] + + As I was going by Charing Cross, + I saw a black man upon a black horse; + They told me it was King Charles the First; + Oh dear! my heart was ready to burst! + + +XIX. + + High diddle ding, + Did you hear the bells ring? + The parliament soldiers are gone to the king! + Some they did laugh, some they did cry, + To see the parliament soldiers pass by. + + +XX. + + High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding, + The parliament soldiers are gone to the king; + Some with new beavers, some with new bands, + The parliament soldiers are all to be hang'd. + + +XXI. + + Hector Protector was dressed all in green; + Hector Protector was sent to the Queen. + The Queen did not like him, + Nor more did the King: + So Hector Protector was sent back again. + + +XXII. + + [The following is a fragment of a song on the subject, which + was introduced by Russell in the character of Jerry Sneak.] + + Poor old Robinson Crusoe! + Poor old Robinson Crusoe! + They made him a coat + Of an old nanny goat, + I wonder how they could do so! + With a ring a ting tang, + And a ring a ting tang, + Poor old Robinson Crusoe! + + +XXIII. + + [Written on occasion of the marriage of Mary, the daughter of + James duke of York, afterwards James II, with the young Prince + of Orange. The song from which these lines are taken may be + seen in 'The Jacobite Minstrelsy,' 12mo, Glasgow, 1828, p. + 28.] + + What is the rhyme for _poringer?_ + The king he had a daughter fair, + And gave the Prince of Orange her. + + +XXIV. + + [The following nursery song alludes to William III and George + prince of Denmark.] + + William and Mary, George and Anne, + Four such children had never a man: + They put their father to flight and shame, + And call'd their brother a shocking bad name. + + +XXV. + + [A song on King William the Third.] + + As I walk'd by myself, + And talked to myself, + Myself said unto me, + Look to thyself, + Take care of thyself, + For nobody cares for thee. + + I answer'd myself, + And said to myself + In the self-same repartee, + Look to thyself, + Or not look to thyself, + The self-same thing will be. + + +XXVI. + + [From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 19, written in the time of + Charles I. It appears from MS. Harl. 390, fol. 85, that these + verses were written in 1626, against the Duke of Buckingham.] + + There was a monkey climb'd up a tree, + When he fell down, then down fell he. + + There was a crow sat on a stone, + When he was gone, then there was none. + + There was an old wife did eat an apple, + When she had eat two, she had eat a couple. + + There was a horse going to the mill, + When he went on, he stood not still. + + There was a butcher cut his thumb, + When it did bleed, then blood did come. + + There was a lackey ran a race, + When he ran fast, he ran apace. + + There was a cobbler clowting shoon, + When they were mended, they were done. + + There was a chandler making candle, + When he them strip, he did them handle. + + There was a navy went into Spain, + When it return'd it came again. + + +XXVII. + + [The following may possibly allude to King George and the + Pretender.] + + Jim and George were two great lords, + They fought all in a churn; + And when that Jim got George by the nose, + Then George began to gern. + + +XXVIII. + + Little General Monk + Sat upon a trunk, + Eating a crust of bread; + There fell a hot coal + And burnt in his clothes a hole, + Now General Monk is dead. + Keep always from the fire: + If it catch your attire, + You too, like Monk, will be dead. + + +XXIX. + + Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight, + When nivver a man was slain; + They yatt their meaat, an drank ther drink + An sae com merrily heaam agayn. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +SECOND CLASS--LITERAL. + + +XXX. + + One, two, three, + I love coffee, + And Billy loves tea. + How good you be, + One, two, three. + I love coffee, + And Billy loves tea. + + +XXXI. + + A, B, C, tumble down D, + The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me. + + +XXXII. + + [_Finis._] + + F for fig, J for jig, + And N for knuckle bones, + I for John the waterman, + And S for sack of stones. + + +XXXIII. + + 1, 2, 3, 4, 5! + I caught a hare alive; + 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! + I let her go again. + + +XXXIV. + + Great A, little a, + Bouncing B! + The cat's in the cupboard, + And she can't see. + + +XXXV. + + One's none; + Two's some; + Three's a many; + Four's a penny; + Five is a little hundred. + + +XXXVI. + + A, B, C, and D, + Pray, playmates, agree, + E, F, and G, + Well so it shall be. + J, K, and L, + In peace we will dwell + M, N, and O, + To play let us go. + P, Q, R, and S, + Love may we possess, + W, X, and Y, + Will not quarrel or die. + Z, and amperse-and, + Go to school at command. + + +XXXVII. + + Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7, + Alabone Crackabone 10 and 11, + Spin span muskidan; + Twiddle 'um twaddle 'um, 21. + + +XXXVIII. + + Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake, + All begins with an A. + + +XXXIX. + + Miss one, two, and three could never agree, + While they gossiped round a tea-caddy. + + +XL. + + One, two, + Buckle my shoe; + Three, four, + Shut the door; + Five, six, + Pick up sticks; + Seven, eight, + Lay them straight; + Nine, ten, + A good fat hen; + Eleven, twelve, + Who will delve? + Thirteen, fourteen, + Maids a courting; + Fifteen, sixteen, + Maids a kissing; + Seventeen, eighteen, + Maids a waiting; + Nineteen, twenty, + My stomach's empty. + + +XLI. + + Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! + So I will, master, as fast as I can: + Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, + Put in the oven for Tommy and me. + + +XLII. + + [Tom Thumb's Alphabet.] + + A was an archer, and shot at a frog, + B was a butcher, and had a great dog. + C was a captain, all covered with lace, + D was a drunkard, and had a red face. + E was an esquire, with pride on his brow, + F was a farmer, and followed the plough. + G was a gamester, who had but ill luck, + H was a hunter and hunted a buck. + I was an innkeeper, who lov'd to bouse, + J was a joiner, and built up a house. + K was King William, once governed this land, + L was a lady, who had a white hand. + M was a miser, and hoarded up gold, + N was a nobleman, gallant and bold. + O was an oyster wench, and went about town, + P was a parson, and wore a black gown. + Q was a queen, who was fond of good flip, + R was a robber, and wanted a whip. + S was a sailor, and spent all he got, + T was a tinker, and mended a pot. + U was an usurer, a miserable elf, + V was a vintner, who drank all himself. + W was a watchman, and guarded the door. + X was expensive, and so became poor. + Y was a youth, that did not love school, + Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool. + + +XLIII. + + A was an apple-pie; + B bit it; + C cut it; + D dealt it; + E eat it; + F fought for it; + G got it; + H had it; + J joined it; + K kept it; + L longed for it; + M mourned for it; + N nodded at it; + O opened it; + P peeped in it; + Q quartered it; + R ran for it; + S stole it; + T took it; + V viewed it; + W wanted it; + X, Y, Z, and amperse-and, + All wish'd for a piece in hand. + + +XLIV. + + A for the ape, that we saw at the fair; + B for a blockhead, who ne'er shall go there; + C for a collyflower, white as a curd; + D for a duck, a very good bird; + E for an egg, good in pudding or pies; + F for a farmer, rich, honest, and wise; + G for a gentleman, void of all care; + H for the hound, that ran down the hare; + I for an Indian, sooty and dark; + K for the keeper, that look'd to the park; + L for a lark, that soar'd in the air; + M for a mole, that ne'er could get there; + N for Sir Nobody, ever in fault; + O for an otter, that ne'er could be caught; + P for a pudding, stuck full of plums; + Q was for quartering it, see here he comes; + R for a rook, that croak'd in the trees; + S for a sailor, that plough'd the deep seas; + T for a top, that doth prettily spin; + V for a virgin of delicate mien; + W for wealth, in gold, silver, and pence; + X for old Xenophon, noted for sense; + Y for a yew, which for ever is green; + Z for the zebra, that belongs to the queen. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +THIRD CLASS--TALES. + + +XLV. + +THE STORY OF CATSKIN. + + There once was a gentleman grand, + Who lived at his country seat; + He wanted an heir to his land, + For he'd nothing but daughters yet. + + His lady's again in the way, + So she said to her husband with joy, + "I hope some or other fine day, + To present you, my dear, with a boy." + + The gentleman answered gruff, + "If 't should turn out a maid or a mouse, + For of both we have more than enough, + She shan't stay to live in my house." + + The lady, at this declaration, + Almost fainted away with pain; + But what was her sad consternation, + When a sweet little girl came again. + + She sent her away to be nurs'd, + Without seeing her gruff papa; + And when she was old enough, + To a school she was packed away. + + Fifteen summers are fled, + Now she left good Mrs. Jervis; + To see home she was forbid,-- + She determined to go and seek service. + + Her dresses so grand and so gay, + She carefully rolled in a knob; + Which she hid in a forest away, + And put on a Catskin robe. + + She knock'd at a castle gate, + And pray'd for charity; + They sent her some meat on a plate, + And kept her a scullion to be. + + My lady look'd long in her face, + And prais'd her great beauty; + I'm sorry I've no better place, + And you must our scullion be. + + So Catskin was under the cook, + A very sad life she led, + For often a ladle she took, + And broke poor Catskin's head. + + There is now a grand ball to be, + When ladies their beauties show; + "Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me, + How much I should like to go!" + + "You go with your Catskin robe, + You dirty impudent slut! + Among the fine ladies and lords, + A very fine figure you'd cut." + + A basin of water she took, + And dash'd in poor Catskin's face; + But briskly her ears she shook, + And went to her hiding-place. + + She washed every stain from her skin, + In some crystal waterfall; + Then put on a beautiful dress, + And hasted away to the ball. + + When she entered, the ladies were mute, + Overcome by her figure and face; + But the lord, her young master, at once + Fell in love with her beauty and grace; + + He pray'd her his partner to be, + She said, "Yes!" with a sweet smiling glance; + All night with no other lady + But Catskin, our young lord would dance. + + "Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?" + For now was the sad parting time; + But she no other answer would give, + Than this distich of mystical rhyme,-- + + [Old English Script: + Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell, + At the sign of the Basin of Water I Dwell.] + + Then she flew from the ball-room, and put + On her Catskin robe again; + And slipt in unseen by the cook, + Who little thought where she had been. + + The young lord, the very next day, + To his mother his passion betrayed; + He declared he never would rest, + Till he'd found out this beautiful maid. + + There's another grand ball to be, + Where ladies their beauties show; + "Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me, + How much I should like to go!" + + "You go with your Catskin robe, + You dirty impudent slut! + Among the fine ladies and lords, + A very fine figure you'd cut." + + In a rage the ladle she took, + And broke poor Catskin's head; + But off she went shaking her ears, + And swift to her forest she fled. + + She washed every blood-stain off + In some crystal waterfall; + Put on a more beautiful dress, + And hasted away to the ball. + + My lord, at the ball-room door, + Was waiting with pleasure and pain; + He longed to see nothing so much + As the beautiful Catskin again. + + When he asked her to dance, she again + Said "Yes!" with her first smiling glance; + And again, all the night, my young lord + With none but fair Catskin did dance. + + "Pray tell me," said he, "where you live?" + For now 'twas the parting-time; + But she no other answer would give, + Than this distich of mystical rhyme,-- + + [Old English Script: + Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell, + At the sign of the Broken-Ladle I dwell.] + + Then she flew from the ball, and put on + Her Catskin robe again; + And slipt in unseen by the cook, + Who little thought where she had been. + + My lord did again, the next day, + Declare to his mother his mind, + That he never more happy should be, + Unless he his charmer should find. + + Now another grand ball is to be, + Where ladies their beauties show; + "Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me, + How much I should like to go!" + + "You go with your Catskin robe, + You impudent, dirty slut! + Among the fine ladies and lords, + A very fine figure you'd cut." + + In a fury she took the skimmer, + And broke poor Catskin's head; + But heart-whole and lively as ever, + Away to her forest she fled. + + She washed the stains of blood + In some crystal waterfall; + Then put on her most beautiful dress, + And hasted away to the ball. + + My lord, at the ball-room door, + Was waiting with pleasure and pain; + He longed to see nothing so much + As the beautiful Catskin again. + + When he asked her to dance, she again + Said "Yes!" with her first smiling glance; + And all the night long, my young lord + With none but fair Catskin would dance. + + "Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?" + For now was the parting-time; + But she no other answer would give, + Than this distich of mystical rhyme,-- + + [Old English Script: + Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell, + At the sign of the Broken-Skimmer I dwell.] + + Then she flew from the ball, and threw on + Her Catskin cloak again; + And slipt in unseen by the cook, + Who little thought where she had been. + + But not by my lord unseen, + For this time he followed too fast; + And, hid in the forest green, + Saw the strange things that past. + + Next day he took to his bed, + And sent for the doctor to come; + And begg'd him no other than Catskin, + Might come into his room. + + He told him how dearly he lov'd her, + Not to have her his heart would break: + Then the doctor kindly promised + To the proud old lady to speak. + + There's a struggle of pride and love, + For she fear'd her son would die; + But pride at the last did yield, + And love had the mastery. + + Then my lord got quickly well, + When he was his charmer to wed; + And Catskin, before a twelvemonth, + Of a young lord was brought to bed. + + To a wayfaring woman and child, + Lady Catskin one day sent an alms; + The nurse did the errand, and carried + The sweet little lord in her arms. + + The child gave the alms to the child, + This was seen by the old lady-mother; + "Only see," said that wicked old woman, + "How the beggars' brats take to each other!" + + This throw went to Catskin's heart, + She flung herself down on her knees, + And pray'd her young master and lord + To seek out her parents would please. + + They set out in my lord's own coach; + They travelled, but nought befel + Till they reach'd the town hard by, + Where Catskin's father did dwell. + + They put up at the head inn, + Where Catskin was left alone; + But my lord went to try if her father + His natural child would own. + + When folks are away, in short time + What great alterations appear; + For the cold touch of death had all chill'd + The hearts of her sisters dear. + + Her father repented too late, + And the loss of his youngest bemoan'd; + In his old and childless state, + He his pride and cruelty own'd. + + The old gentleman sat by the fire, + And hardly looked up at my lord; + He had no hopes of comfort + A stranger could afford. + + But my lord drew a chair close by, + And said, in a feeling tone, + "Have you not, sir, a daughter, I pray, + You never would see or own?" + + The old man alarm'd, cried aloud, + "A hardened sinner am I! + I would give all my worldly goods, + To see her before I die." + + Then my lord brought his wife and child + To their home and parent's face, + Who fell down and thanks returned + To God, for his mercy and grace. + + The bells, ringing up in the tower, + Are sending a sound to the heart; + There's a charm in the old church-bells, + Which nothing in life can impart! + + +XLVI. + + [The tale of Simple Simon forms one of the chap-books, but the + following verses are those generally sung in the nursery.] + + Simple Simon met a pieman + Going to the fair; + Says Simple Simon to the pieman, + "Let me taste your ware." + + Says the pieman to Simple Simon, + "Show me first your penny." + Says Simple Simon to the pieman, + "Indeed I have not any." + + Simple Simon went a fishing + For to catch a whale: + All the water he had got + Was in his mother's pail. + +[Illustration] + + +XLVII. + + Punch and Judy, + Fought for a pie, + Punch gave Judy + A sad blow on the eye. + + +XLVIII. + + There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, + He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: + He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, + And they all lived together in a little crooked house. + + +XLIX. + + Solomon Grundy, + Born on a Monday, + Christened on Tuesday, + Married on Wednesday, + Took ill on Thursday, + Worse on Friday, + Died on Saturday, + Buried on Sunday: + This is the end + Of Solomon Grundy. + + +L. + + Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben, + He eat more meat than fourscore men; + He eat a cow, he eat a calf, + He eat a butcher and a half; + He eat a church, he eat a steeple, + He eat the priest and all the people! + + A cow and a calf, + An ox and a half, + A church and a steeple, + And all the good people, + And yet he complain'd that his stomach wasn't full. + + +[Illustration] + +LI. + + There was a fat man of Bombay, + Who was smoking one sunshiny day, + When a bird, called a snipe, + Flew away with his pipe, + Which vex'd the fat man of Bombay. + + +LII. + + My dear, do you know, + How a long time ago, + Two poor little children, + Whose names I don't know, + Were stolen away on a fine summer's day, + And left in a wood, as I've heard people say. + + And when it was night, + So sad was their plight, + The sun it went down, + And the moon gave no light! + They sobb'd and they sigh'd, and they bitterly cried, + And the poor little things, they lay down and died. + + And when they were dead, + The Robins so red + Brought strawberry leaves, + And over them spread; + And all the day long, + They sung them this song, + "Poor babes in the wood! poor babes in the wood! + And don't you remember the babes in the wood?" + + +LIII. + + There was a man, and he had naught, + And robbers came to rob him; + He crept up to the chimney pot, + And then they thought they had him. + + But he got down on t'other side, + And then they could not find him; + He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, + And never look'd behind him. + + +LIV. + + There was a little man, + And he had a little gun, + And he went to the brook, + And he shot a little rook; + And he took it home + To his old wife Joan, + And told her to make up a fire, + While he went back, + To fetch the little drake; + But when he got there, + The drake was fled for fear, + And like an old novice, + He turn'd back again. + + +LV. + +THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS. + +Once upon a time there was an old sow with three little pigs, and +as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their +fortune. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and +said to him, "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house;" +which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it. Presently +came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said,-- + +"Little pig, little pig, let me come in." + +To which the pig answered,-- + +"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." + +The wolf then answered to that,-- + +"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." + +So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and eat up the +little pig. + +The second little pig met a man with a bundle of furze, and said, +"Please, man, give me that furze to build a house;" which the man did, +and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said,-- + +"Little pig, little pig, let me come in." + +"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." + +"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in." + +So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last +he blew the house down, and he eat up the little pig. + +The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said, +"Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with;" so the man +gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf +came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said,-- + +"Little pig, little pig, let me come in." + +"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." + +"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." + +Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he +puffed, and he huffed; but he could _not_ get the house down. When he +found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the +house down, he said, "Little pig, I know where there is a nice +field of turnips." "Where?" said the little pig. "Oh, in Mr. Smith's +Home-field, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call for +you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner." "Very well," +said the little pig, "I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?" +"Oh, at six o'clock." Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the +turnips before the wolf came--(which he did about six)--and who said, +"Little pig, are you ready?" The little pig said, "Ready! I have been, +and come back again, and got a nice pot-full for dinner." The wolf +felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be _up to_ the +little pig somehow or other, so he said, "Little pig, I know +where there is a nice apple-tree." "Where?" said the pig. "Down at +Merry-garden," replied the wolf, "and if you will not deceive me I +will come for you, at five o'clock to-morrow, and we will go together +and get some apples." Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning +at four o'clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back +before the wolf came; but he had further to go, and had to climb the +tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf +coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much. When the +wolf came up he said, "Little pig, what! are you here before me? Are +they nice apples?" "Yes, very," said the little pig. "I will throw you +down one;" and he threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to +pick it up, the little pig jumped down and ran home. The next day the +wolf came again, and said to the little pig, "Little pig, there is a +fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you go?" "Oh yes," said the pig, +"I will go; what time shall you be ready?" "At three," said the wolf. +So the little pig went off before the time as usual, and got to the +fair, and bought a butter-churn, which he was going home with, when he +saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. So he got into +the churn to hide, and by so doing turned it round, and it rolled down +the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much, that +he ran home without going to the fair. He went to the little pig's +house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing +which came down the hill past him. Then the little pig said, "Hah, I +frightened you then. I had been to the fair and bought a butter-churn, +and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill." Then the +wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he _would_ eat up the little +pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him. When the little +pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made +up a blazing fire, and, just as the wolf was coming down, took off the +cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the cover again +in an instant, boiled him up, and eat him for supper, and lived happy +ever afterwards. + + +LVI. + + Little Tommy Tittlemouse + Lived in a little house; + He caught fishes + In other men's ditches. + + +LVII. + + Little King Boggen he built a fine hall. + Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall; + The windows were made of black-puddings and white, + And slated with pancakes--you ne'er saw the like. + + +LVIII. + + The lion and the unicorn + Were fighting for the crown; + The lion beat the unicorn + All round about the town. + Some gave them white bread, + And some gave them brown; + Some gave them plum-cake, + And sent them out of town. + + +LIX. + + There was a jolly miller + Lived on the river Dee, + He look'd upon his pillow, + And there he saw a flee. + Oh! Mr. Flea, + You have been biting me, + And you must die: + So he crack'd his bones + Upon the stones, + And there he let him lie. + + +LX. + + Tom, Tom, the piper's son, + Stole a pig, and away he run! + The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, + And Tom went roaring down the street. + +[Illustration] + + +LXI. + + In Arthur's court Tom Thumb[*] did live, + A man of mickle might; + The best of all the table round, + And eke a doughty knight. + + His stature but an inch in height, + Or quarter of a span; + Then think you not this little knight + Was proved a valiant man? + + His father was a ploughman plain, + His mother milk'd the cow, + Yet how that they might have a son + They knew not what to do: + + Until such time this good old man + To learned Merlin goes, + And there to him his deep desires + In secret manner shows. + + How in his heart he wish'd to have + A child, in time to come, + To be his heir, though it might be + No bigger than his thumb. + + Of which old Merlin thus foretold, + That he his wish should have, + And so this son of stature small + The charmer to him gave. + + No blood nor bones in him should be, + In shape, and being such + That men should hear him speak, but not + His wandering shadow touch. + + But so unseen to go or come,-- + Whereas it pleas'd him still; + Begot and born in half an hour, + To fit his father's will. + + And in four minutes grew so fast + That he became so tall + As was the ploughman's thumb in height, + And so they did him call-- + + TOM THUMB, the which the fairy queen + There gave him to his name, + Who, with her train of goblins grim, + Unto his christening came. + + Whereas she cloth'd him richly brave, + In garments fine and fair, + Which lasted him for many years + In seemly sort to wear. + + His hat made of an oaken leaf, + His shirt a spider's web, + Both light and soft for those his limbs + That were so smally bred. + + His hose and doublet thistle-down, + Together weaved full fine; + His stockings of an apple green, + Made of the outward rind; + + His garters were two little hairs + Pull'd from his mother's eye; + His boots and shoes, a mouse's skin, + Were tann'd most curiously + + Thus like a lusty gallant, he + Adventured forth to go, + With other children in the streets, + His pretty tricks to show. + + Where he for counters, pins, and points, + And cherry-stones did play, + Till he amongst those gamesters young + Had lost his stock away. + + Yet could he soon renew the same, + Whereas most nimbly he + Would dive into their cherry-bags, + And their partaker be, + + Unseen or felt by any one, + Until this scholar shut + This nimble youth into a box, + Wherein his pins he put. + + Of whom to be reveng'd, he took, + In mirth and pleasant game, + Black pots and glasses, which he hung + Upon a bright sun-beam. + + The other boys to do the like, + In pieces broke them quite; + For which they were most soundly whipt; + Whereat he laughed outright. + + And so Tom Thumb restrained was, + From these his sports and play; + And by his mother after that, + Compell'd at home to stay. + + Until such time his mother went + A-milking of her kine; + Where Tom unto a thistle fast + She linked with a twine. + + A thread that held him to the same, + For fear the blustering wind + Should blow him hence,--that so she might + Her son in safety find. + + But mark the hap! a cow came by, + And up the thistle eat; + Poor Tom withal, that, as a dock, + Was made the red cow's meat. + + Who, being miss'd, his mother went + Him calling everywhere; + Where art thou, Tom? Where art thou, Tom? + Quoth he, here, mother, here! + + Within the red cow's stomach here, + Your son is swallowed up: + The which into her fearful heart, + Most careful dolours put. + + Meanwhile the cow was troubled much, + And soon releas'd Tom Thumb; + No rest she had till out her mouth, + In bad plight he did come. + + Now after this, in sowing time, + His father would him have + Into the field to drive his plough, + And thereupon him gave-- + + A whip made of a barley-straw, + To drive the cattle on; + Where, in a furrow'd land new sown, + Poor Tom was lost and gone. + + Now by a raven of great strength, + Away he thence was borne, + And carried in the carrion's beak, + Even like a grain of corn, + + Unto a giant's castle top, + In which he let him fall; + Where soon the giant swallowed up + His body, clothes, and all. + + But soon the giant spat him out, + Three miles into the sea; + Whereas a fish soon took him up, + And bore him thence away. + + Which lusty fish was after caught, + And to king Arthur sent; + Where Tom was found, and made his dwarf, + Whereas his days he spent. + + Long time in lively jollity, + Belov'd of all the court; + And none like Tom was then esteem'd, + Among the noble sort. + + Amongst his deeds of courtship done, + His highness did command, + That he should dance a galliard brave + Upon his queen's left hand. + + The which he did, and for the same + The king his signet gave, + Which Tom about his middle wore, + Long time a girdle brave. + + How, after this, the king would not + Abroad for pleasure go + But still Tom Thumb must ride with him, + Placed on his saddle-bow. + + Whereon a time when, as it rain'd, + Tom Thumb most nimbly crept + In at a button-hole, where he + Within his bosom slept. + + And being near his highness' heart, + He crav'd a wealthy boon, + A liberal gift, the which the king + Commanded to be done. + + For to relieve his father's wants, + And mother's, being old; + Which was, so much of silver coin + As well his arms could hold. + + And so away goes lusty Tom, + With threepence on his back, + A heavy burthen, which might make + His wearied limbs to crack. + + So travelling two days and nights, + With labour and great pain, + He came into the house whereat + His parents did remain; + + Which was but half a mile in space + From good king Arthur's court, + The which, in eight and forty hours, + He went in weary sort. + + But coming to his father's door, + He there such entrance had + As made his parents both rejoice, + And he thereat was glad. + + His mother in her apron took + Her gentle son in haste, + And by the fire-side, within + A walnut-shell him placed; + + Whereas they feasted him three days + Upon a hazel-nut, + Whereon he rioted so long, + He them to charges put; + + And thereupon grew wond'rous sick, + Through eating too much meat, + Which was sufficient for a month + For this great man to eat. + + But now his business call'd him forth + King Arthur's court to see, + Whereas no longer from the same + He could a stranger be. + + But yet a few small April drops + Which settled in the way, + His long and weary journey forth + Did hinder and so stay. + + Until his careful father took + A birding trunk in sport, + And with one blast, blew this his son + Into king Arthur's court. + + Now he with tilts and tournaments + Was entertained so, + That all the best of Arthur's knights + Did him much pleasure show: + + As good Sir Lancelot du Lake, + Sir Tristain, and Sir Guy; + Yet none compar'd with brave Tom Thumb + For knightly chivalry. + + In honour of which noble day, + And for his lady's sake, + A challenge in king Arthur's court + Tom Thumb did bravely make. + + 'Gainst whom these noble knights did run, + Sir Chinon and the rest, + Yet still Tom Thumb, with matchless might, + Did bear away the best. + + At last Sir Lancelot du Lake + In manly sort came in, + And with this stout and hardy knight + A battle did begin. + + Which made the courtiers all aghast, + For there that valiant man, + Through Lancelot's steed, before them all, + In nimble manner ran. + + Yea, horse and all, with spear and shield, + As hardy he was seen, + But only by king Arthur's self + And his admired queen; + + Who from her finger took a ring, + Through which Tom Thumb made way, + Not touching it, in nimble sort, + As it was done in play. + + He likewise cleft the smallest hair + From his fair lady's head, + Not hurting her whose even hand + Him lasting honours bred. + + Such were his deeds and noble acts + In Arthur's court there shone, + As like in all the world beside + Was hardly seen or known. + + Now at these sports he toil'd himself, + That he a sickness took, + Through which all manly exercise + He carelessly forsook. + + When lying on his bed sore sick, + King Arthur's doctor came, + With cunning skill, by physic's art, + To ease and cure the same. + + His body being so slender small, + This cunning doctor took + A fine perspective glass, with which + He did in secret look-- + + Into his sickened body down, + And therein saw that Death + Stood ready in his wasted frame + To cease his vital breath. + + His arms and legs consum'd as small + As was a spider's web, + Through which his dying hour grew on, + For all his limbs grew dead. + + His face no bigger than an ant's, + Which hardly could be seen; + The loss of which renowned knight + Much grieved the king and queen. + + And so with peace and quietness + He left this earth below; + And up into the fairy-land + His ghost did fading go, + + Whereas the fairy-queen receiv'd, + With heavy mourning cheer, + The body of this valiant knight, + Whom she esteem'd so dear. + + For with her dancing nymphs in green, + She fetch'd him from his bed, + With music and sweet melody, + So soon as life was fled; + + For whom king Arthur and his knights + Full forty days did mourn; + And, in remembrance of his name, + That was so strangely born-- + + He built a tomb of marble gray, + And year by year did come + To celebrate ye mournful death + And burial of Tom Thumb. + + Whose fame still lives in England here, + Amongst the country sort; + Of whom our wives and children small + Tell tales of pleasant sport. + + [Footnote *: "I have an old edition of this author by me, the + title of which is more sonorous and heroical than those of + later date, which, for the better information of the reader, + it may not be improper to insert in this place, 'Tom Thumb his + Life and Death; wherein is declar'd his many marvellous Acts + of Manhood, full of wonder and strange merriment.' Then he + adds, 'Which little Knight liv'd in King Arthur's time, in the + court of Great Britain.' Indeed, there are so many spurious + editions of this piece upon one account or other, that I wou'd + advise my readers to be very cautious in their choice."--_A + Comment upon the History of T. T._ 1711. A "project for the + reprinting of Tom Thumb, with marginal notes and cuts," is + mentioned in the old play of _The Projectours_, 1665, p. 41.] + + +LXII. + + [The following lines, slightly altered, occur in a little + black-letter book by W. Wagner, printed about the year 1561; + entitled, 'A very mery and pythie commedie, called, the longer + thou livest, the more foole thou art.' See also a whole + song, ending with these lines, in Ritson's 'North Country + Chorister,' 8vo, Durham, 1802, p. 1.] + + Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother, + They all went over a bridge together: + The bridge was broken, and they all fell in, + The deuce go with all! quoth Bryan O'Lin. + + +LXIII. + + Old Mother Goose, when + She wanted to wander, + Would ride through the air + On a very fine gander. + + Mother Goose had a house, + 'Twas built in a wood, + Where an owl at the door + For sentinel stood. + + This is her son Jack, + A plain-looking lad, + He is not very good, + Nor yet very bad. + + She sent him to market, + A live goose he bought, + Here, mother, says he, + It will not go for nought. + + Jack's goose and her gander, + Grew very fond; + They'd both eat together, + Or swim in one pond. + + Jack found one morning, + As I have been told, + His goose had laid him + An egg of pure gold. + + Jack rode to his mother, + The news for to tell, + She call'd him a good boy, + And said it was well. + + Jack sold his gold egg + To a rogue of a Jew, + Who cheated him out of + The half of his due. + + Then Jack went a courting, + A lady so gay, + As fair as the lily, + And sweet as the May. + + The Jew and the Squire + Came behind his back, + And began to belabour + The sides of poor Jack. + + The old Mother Goose, + That instant came in, + And turned her son Jack + Into fam'd Harlequin. + + She then with her wand, + Touch'd the lady so fine, + And turn'd her at once + Into sweet Columbine. + + The gold egg into the sea + Was thrown then,-- + When Jack jump'd in, + And got the egg back again. + + The Jew got the goose, + Which he vow'd he would kill, + Resolving at once + His pockets to fill. + + Jack's mother came in, + And caught the goose soon, + And mounting its back, + Flew up to the moon. + + +LXIV. + + I'll tell you a story + About Jack a Nory,-- + And now my story's begun: + I'll tell you another + About Jack his brother,-- + And now my story's done. + + +LXV. + + [The "foles of Gotham" are mentioned as early as the fifteenth + century in the 'Townley Mysteries;' and, at the commencement + of the sixteenth century, Dr. Andrew Borde made a collection + of stories about them, not however, including the following, + which rests on the authority of nursery tradition.] + + Three wise men of Gotham + Went to sea in a bowl: + And if the bowl had been stronger, + My song would have been longer. + + +LXVI. + + [The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same + piece, are often found separated from each other.] + + Robin and Richard were two pretty men; + They laid in bed till the clock struck ten; + Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky, + Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high: + + The bull's in the barn threshing the corn, + The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn, + The cat's at the fire frying of fish, + The dog's in the pantry breading his dish. + + +LXVII. + + My lady Wind, my lady Wind, + Went round about the house to find + A chink to get her foot in: + She tried the key-hole in the door, + She tried the crevice in the floor, + And drove the chimney soot in. + + And then one night when it was dark, + She blew up such a tiny spark, + That all the house was pothered: + From it she raised up such a flame, + As flamed away to Belting Lane, + And White Cross folks were smothered. + + And thus when once, my little dears, + A whisper reaches itching ears, + The same will come, you'll find: + Take my advice, restrain the tongue, + Remember what old nurse has sung + Of busy lady Wind! + + +LXVIII. + + Old Abram Brown is dead and gone, + You'll never see him more; + He used to wear a long brown coat, + That button'd down before. + + +LXIX. + + A dog and a cock, + A journey once took, + They travell'd along till 'twas late; + The dog he made free + In the hollow of a tree, + And the cock on the boughs of it sate. + + The cock nothing knowing, + In the morn fell a crowing, + Upon which comes a fox to the tree; + Says he, I declare, + Your voice is above, + All the creatures I ever did see. + + Oh! would you come down + I the fav'rite might own, + Said the cock, there's a porter below; + If you will go in, + I promise I'll come down. + So he went--and was worried for it too. + + +LXX. + + Little Tom Tittlemouse, + Lived in a bell-house; + The bell-house broke, + And Tom Tittlemouse woke. + +[Illustration] + + +LXXI. + + Tommy kept a chandler's shop, + Richard went to buy a mop, + Tommy gave him such a knock, + That sent him out of his chandler's shop, + + +LXXII. + + When I was a little girl, about seven years old, + I hadn't got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold; + So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town, + And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown. + I went into the woods and built me a kirk, + And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work; + The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone, + The dove, with her rough bill, brought me them home; + The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk, + The bullfinch play'd the organ, and we made merry work. + + +LXXIII. + + Pemmy was a pretty girl, + But Fanny was a better; + Pemmy looked like any churl, + When little Fanny let her. + + Pemmy had a pretty nose, + But Fanny had a better; + Pemmy oft would come to blows, + But Fanny would not let her. + + Pemmy had a pretty doll, + But Fanny had a better; + Pemmy chatter'd like a poll, + When little Fanny let her. + + Pemmy had a pretty song, + But Fanny had a better; + Pemmy would sing all day long, + But Fanny would not let her. + + Pemmy lov'd a pretty lad, + And Fanny lov'd a better; + And Pemmy wanted for to wed, + But Fanny would not let her. + + +LXXIV. + + [A tale for the 1st of March.] + + Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; + Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef: + I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home; + Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone. + + I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in; + Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin: + I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed, + I took up a poker and flung it at his head. + +LXXV. + + [The tale of Jack Horner has long been appropriated to the + nursery. The four lines which follow are the traditional ones, + and they form part of 'The pleasant History of Jack Horner, + containing his witty Tricks and pleasant Pranks, which he + plaied from his Youth to his riper Years,' 12mo, a copy of + which is in the Bodleian Library, and this extended story + is in substance the same with 'The Fryer and the Boy,' 12mo, + Lond. 1617, and both of them are taken from the more ancient + story of 'Jack and his Step-dame,' which has been printed by + Mr. Wright.] + + Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, + Eating a Christmas pie; + He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum, + And said, "What a good boy am I!" + + +LXXVI. + + There was a king and he had three daughter, + And they all lived in a basin of water; + The basin bended, + My story's ended. + If the basin had been stronger, + My story would have been longer. + + +LXXVII. + + The man in the moon, + Came tumbling down, + And ask'd his way to Norwich, + He went by the south, + And burnt his mouth + With supping cold pease-porridge. + + +LXXVIII. + + Our saucy boy Dick, + Had a nice little stick + Cut from a hawthorn tree; + And with this pretty stick, + He thought he could beat + A boy much bigger than he. + + But the boy turned round, + And hit him a rebound, + Which did so frighten poor Dick, + That, without more delay, + He ran quite away, + And over a hedge he jumped quick. + + +LXXIX. + + Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy, + For kicking and for sprawling none her could come nigh; + She could trot, she could amble, and could canter here and there, + But one night she strayed away--so Moss lost his mare. + + Moss got up next morning to catch her fast asleep, + And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep. + Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there, + So I'll tell you by and bye, how Moss caught his mare. + + Rise! stupid, rise! he thus to her did say; + Arise, you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay, + For I must ride you to the town, so don't lie sleeping there; + He put the halter round her neck--so Moss caught his mare. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +FOURTH CLASS--PROVERBS. + + +LXXX. + + St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, + For forty days it will remain: + St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair, + For forty days 'twill rain na mair. + + +LXXXI. + + To make your candles last for a', + You wives and maids give ear-o! + To put 'em out's the only way, + Says honest John Boldero. + + +LXXXII. + + If wishes were horses, + Beggars would ride; + If turnips were watches, + I would wear one by my side. + +LXXXIII. + + [Hours of sleep.] + + Nature requires five, + Custom gives seven! + Laziness takes nine, + And Wickedness eleven. + + +LXXXIV. + + Three straws on a staff, + Would make a baby cry and laugh. + + +LXXXV. + + See a pin and pick it up, + All the day you'll have good luck; + See a pin and let it lay, + Bad luck you'll have all the day! + + +LXXXVI. + + Go to bed first, a golden purse; + Go to bed second, a golden pheasant; + Go to bed third, a golden bird! + + +LXXXVII. + + When the wind is in the east, + 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; + When the wind is in the north, + The skilful fisher goes not forth; + When the wind is in the south, + It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; + When the wind is in the west, + Then 'tis at the very best. + + +LXXXVIII. + + Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear; + Christmas comes but once a year. + + +LXXXIX. + + [One version of the following song, which I believe to be the + genuine one, is written on the last leaf of MS. Harl. 6580, + between the lines of a fragment of an old charter, originally + used for binding the book, in a hand of the end of the + seventeenth century, but unfortunately it is scarcely adapted + for the "ears polite" of modern days.] + + A man of words and not of deeds, + Is like a garden full of weeds; + And when the weeds begin to grow, + It's like a garden full of snow; + And when the snow begins to fall, + It's like a bird upon the wall; + And when the bird away does fly, + It's like an eagle in the sky; + And when the sky begins to roar, + It's like a lion at the door; + And when the door begins to crack, + It's like a stick across your back; + And when your back begins to smart, + It's like a penknife in your heart; + And when your heart begins to bleed, + You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed. + + +XC. + + A man of words and not of deeds, + Is like a garden full of weeds; + For when the weeds begin to grow, + Then doth the garden overflow. + + +XCI. + + If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger; + Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger; + Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter; + Sneeze on a Thursday, something better; + Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow; + Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow. + + +XCII. + + A pullet in the pen + Is worth a hundred in the fen! + + +XCIII. + + He that would thrive + Must rise at five; + He that hath thriven + May lie till seven; + And he that by the plough would thrive, + Himself must either hold or drive. + + +XCIV. + + [The following is quoted in Miege's 'Great French Dictionary,' + fol. Lond. 1687, 2d part.] + + A swarm of bees in May + Is worth a load of hay; + A swarm of bees in June + Is worth a silver spoon; + A swarm of bees in July + Is not worth a fly. + + +XCV. + + They that wash on Monday + Have all the week to dry; + They that wash on Tuesday + Are not so much awry; + They that wash on Wednesday + Are not so much to blame; + They that wash on Thursday, + Wash for shame; + They that wash on Friday, + Wash in need; + And they that wash on Saturday, + Oh! they're sluts indeed. + + +XCVI. + + Needles and pins, needles and pins, + When a man marries his trouble begins. + + +XCVII. + + [In Suffolk, children are frequently reminded of the decorum + due to the Sabbath by the following lines.] + + Yeow mussent sing a' Sunday, + Becaze it is a sin, + But yeow may sing a' Monday + Till Sunday cums agin. + + +XCVIII. + + A sunshiny shower, + Won't last half an hour. + + +XCIX. + + As the days grow longer, + The storms grow stronger. + + +C. + + As the days lengthen, + So the storms strengthen. + + +CI. + + He that goes to see his wheat in May, + Comes weeping away. + + +CII. + + The mackerel's cry, + Is never long dry. + + +CIII. + + In July, + Some reap rye; + In August, + If one will not the other must. + + +CIV. + + [Proverbial many years ago, when the guinea in gold was of a + higher value than its nominal representative in silver,] + + A guinea it would sink, + And a pound it would float; + Yet I'd rather have a guinea, + Than your one pound note. + + +CV. + + For every evil under the sun, + There is a remedy, or there is none. + If there be one, try and find it; + If there be none, never mind it. + + +CVI. + + The art of good driving 's a paradox quite, + Though custom has prov'd it so long; + If you go to the left, you're sure to go right, + If you go to the right, you go wrong. + + +CVII. + + Friday night's dream + On the Saturday told, + Is sure to come true, + Be it never so old. + + +CVIII. + + When the sand doth feed the clay, + England woe and well-a-day! + But when the clay doth feed the sand, + Then it is well with Angle-land. + + +CIX. + + The fair maid who, the first of May, + Goes to the fields at break of day, + And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree + Will ever after handsome be. + +[Illustration] + + + + +FIFTH CLASS--SCHOLASTIC. + + +CX. + + A diller, a dollar, + A ten o'clock scholar, + What makes you come so soon? + You used to come at ten o'clock, + But now you come at noon. + + +CXI. + + Tell tale, tit! + Your tongue shall be slit, + And all the dogs in the town + Shall have a little bit. + + +CXII. + + [The joke or the following consists in saying it so quick that + it cannot be told whether it is English or gibberish. It is + remarkable that the last two lines are quoted in MS. Sloan. 4, + of the fifteenth century, as printed in the 'Reliq. Antiq.,' + vol. i, p. 324.] + + In fir tar is, + In oak none is. + In mud eel is, + In clay none is. + Goat eat ivy, + Mare eat oats. + + +CXIII. + + [The dominical letters attached to the first days of the + several months are remembered by the following lines.] + + At Dover Dwells George Brown Esquire, + Good Christopher Finch, And David Friar. + + [An ancient and graver example, fulfilling the same purpose, + runs as follows.] + + Astra Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos, + Gratia Christicolæ Feret Aurea Dona Fideli. + + +CXIV. + + Birch and green holly, boys, + Birch and green holly. + If you get beaten, boys, + 'Twill be your own folly. + + +CXV. + + When V and I together meet, + They make the number Six compleat. + When I with V doth meet once more, + Then 'tis they Two can make but Four + And when that V from I is gone, + Alas! poor I can make but One. + + +CXVI. + + Multiplication is vexation, + Division is as bad; + The Rule of Three doth puzzle me, + And Practice drives me mad. + + +CXVII. + + [The following memorial lines are by no means modern. They + occur, with slight variations, in an old play, called 'The + Returne from Parnassus,' 4to, Lond. 1606; and another version + may be seen in Winter's 'Cambridge Almanac' for 1635. See the + 'Rara Mathematica,' p. 119.] + + Thirty days hath September, + April, June, and November; + February has twenty-eight alone, + All the rest have thirty-one, + Excepting leap-year, that's the time + When February's days are twenty-nine. + + +CXVIII. + + My story's ended, + My spoon is bended: + If you don't like it, + Go to the next door, + And get it mended. + + +CXIX. + + [On arriving at the end of a book, boys have a practice of + reciting the following absurd lines, which form the word + _finis_ backwards and forwards, by the initials of the + words,]-- + + Father Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's son-- + Son Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's Father. + + [To get to father Johnson, therefore, was to reach the end of + the book.] + + +CXX. + + The rose is red, the grass is green; + And in this book my name is seen. + + +CXXI. + + Cross patch, + Draw the latch, + Sit by the fire and spin; + Take a cup, + And drink it up, + Then call your neighbours in. + + +CXXII. + + Come when you're called, + Do what you're bid, + Shut the door after you, + Never be chid. + + +CXXIII. + + Speak when you're spoken to, + Come when one call; + Shut the door after you, + And turn to the wall! + + +CXXIV. + + I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable. + I hate him because he's Avaricious. + He took me to the Sign of the Acorn, + And treated me with Apples. + His name's Andrew, + And he lives at Arlington. + + +CXXV. + + [A laconic reply to a person who indulges much in + supposition.] + + If ifs and ands, + Were pots and pans, + There would be no need for tinkers! + + +CXXVI. + + Mistress Mary, quite contrary, + How does your garden grow? + With cockle-shells, and silver bells, + And mussels all a row. + + +CXXVII. + + Doctor Faustus was a good man, + He whipt his scholars now and then; + When he whipp'd them he made them dance, + Out of Scotland into France, + Out of France into Spain, + And then he whipp'd them back again! + + +CXXVIII. + + [A Greek bill of fare.] + + LEGOMOTON, + Acapon, + Alfagheuse, + Pasti venison. + + +CXXIX. + + When I was a little boy, I had but little wit + It is some time ago, and I've no more yet; + Nor ever ever shall, until that I die, + For the longer I live, the more fool am I. + +[Illustration] + + + + +SIXTH CLASS--SONGS. + + +CXXX. + + Oh, where are you going, + My pretty maiden fair, + With your red rosy cheeks, + And your coal-black hair? + I'm going a-milking, + Kind sir, says she; + And it's dabbling in the dew, + Where you'll find me. + + May I go with you, + My pretty maiden fair, &c. + Oh, you may go with me, + Kind sir, says she, &c. + + If I should chance to kiss you, + My pretty maiden fair, &c. + The wind may take it off again, + Kind sir, says she, &c. + + And what is your father, + My pretty maiden fair, &c. + My father is a farmer, + Kind sir, says she, &c. + + And what is your mother, + My pretty maiden fair, &c. + My mother is a dairy-maid, + Kind sir, says she, &c. + + +CXXXI. + + Polly put the kettle on, + Polly put the kettle on, + Polly put the kettle on, + And let's drink tea. + + Sukey take it off again, + Sukey take it off again, + Sukey take it off again, + They're all gone away. + + +CXXXII. + + [This is the version generally given in nursery collections, + but is somewhat different in the 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' + 1719, vol. iv, p. 148.] + + One misty moisty morning + When cloudy was the weather, + There I met an old man + Clothed all in leather; + Clothed all in leather, + With cap under his chin,-- + How do you do, and how do you do, + And how do you do again! + + +CXXXIII. + + The fox and his wife they had a great strife, + They never eat mustard in all their whole life; + They eat their meat without fork or knife, + And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho! + + The fox jumped up on a moonlight night; + The stars they were shining, and all things bright; + Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night + For me to go through the town, e-ho! + + The fox when he came to yonder stile, + He lifted his lugs and he listened a while! + Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile + From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho! + + The fox when he came to the farmer's gate, + Who should he see but the farmer's drake; + I love you well for your master's sake, + And long to be picking your bone, e-ho! + + The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack, + Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat; + You'll grease my beard and ride on my back + From this into yonder wee town, e-ho! + + Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed, + She opened the casement, and popped out her head; + Oh! husband, oh! husband, the gray goose is dead, + And the fox is gone through the town, oh! + + Then the old man got up in his red cap, + And swore he would catch the fox in a trap; + But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip, + And ran thro' the town, the town, oh! + + When he got to the top of the hill, + He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill, + For joy that he was safe + Thro' the town, oh! + + When the fox came back to his den, + He had young ones both nine and ten, + "You're welcome home, daddy, you may go again, + If you bring us such nice meat + From the town, oh!" + + +CXXXIV. + + Little Tom Dogget, + What dost thou mean, + To kill thy poor Colly + Now she's so lean? + Sing, oh poor Colly, + Colly, my cow, + For Colly will give me + No more milk now. + + I had better have kept her, + 'Till fatter she had been, + For now, I confess, + She's a little too lean. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + First in comes the tanner + With his sword by his side, + And he bids me five shillings + For my poor cow's hide. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + Then in comes the tallow-chandler, + Whose brains were but shallow, + And he bids me two-and-sixpence + For my cow's tallow. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + Then in comes the huntsman + So early in the morn, + He bids me a penny + For my cow's horn. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + Then in comes the tripe-woman, + So fine and so neat, + She bids me three half-pence + For my cow's feet. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + Then in comes the butcher, + That nimble-tongu'd youth, + Who said she was carrion, + But he spoke not the truth. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + The skin of my cowly + Was softer than silk, + And three times a-day + My poor cow would give milk. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + She every year + A fine calf did me bring, + Which fetcht me a pound, + For it came in the spring. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + But now I have kill'd her, + I can't her recall; + I will sell my poor Colly, + Hide, horns, and all. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + The butcher shall have her, + Though he gives but a pound, + And he knows in his heart + That my Colly was sound. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c. + + And when he has bought her + Let him sell all together, + The flesh for to eat, + And the hide for leather. + Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.[*] + + [Footnote *: A different version of the above, commencing, + My Billy Aroms, is current in the nurseries of Cornwall. One + verse runs as follows: + + In comes the horner, + Who roguery scorns, + And gives me three farthings + For poor cowly's horns. + + This is better than our reading, and it concludes thus: + + There's an end to my cowly, + Now she's dead and gone; + For the loss of my cowly, + I sob and I mourn.] + + +CXXXV. + + [A north-country song.] + + Says t'auld man tit oak tree, + Young and lusty was I when I kenn'd thee; + I was young and lusty, I was fair and clear, + Young and lusty was I mony a lang year; + But sair fail'd am I, sair fail'd now, + Sair fail'd am I sen I kenn'd thou. + + +CXXXVI. + + You shall have an apple, + You shall have a plum, + You shall have a rattle-basket, + When your dad comes home. + + +CXXXVII. + + Up at Piccadilly oh! + The coachman takes his stand, + And when he meets a pretty girl, + He takes her by the hand; + Whip away for ever oh! + Drive away so clever oh! + All the way to Bristol oh! + He drives her four-in-hand. + +[Illustration] + + +CXXXVIII. + + [The first line of this nursery rhyme is quoted in Beaumont + and Fletcher's _Bonduca_, Act v, sc. 2. It is probable also + that Sir Toby alludes to this song in _Twelfth Night_, Act + ii, sc. 2, when he says, "Come on; there is sixpence for you; + let's have a song." In _Epulario, or the Italian banquet_, + 1589, is a receipt "to make pies so that the birds may be + alive in them and flie out when it is cut up," a mere device, + live birds being introduced after the pie is made. This may be + the original subject of the following song.] + + Sing a song of sixpence, + A bag full of rye; + Four and twenty blackbirds + Baked in a pie; + + When the pie was open'd, + The birds began to sing; + Was not that a dainty dish, + To set before the king? + + The king was in his counting-house + Counting out his money; + The queen was in the parlour + Eating bread and honey; + + The maid was in the garden + Hanging out the clothes, + There came a little blackbird, + And snapt off her nose. + + Jenny was so mad, + She didn't know what to do; + She put her finger in her ear, + And crackt it right in two. + + +CXXXIX. + + Lend me thy mare to ride a mile? + She is lamed, leaping over a stile. + Alack! and I must keep the fair! + I'll give thee money for thy mare. + Oh, oh! say you so? + Money will make the mare to go! + + +CXL. + + About the bush, Willy, + About the bee-hive, + About the bush, Willy, + I'll meet thee alive. + + Then to my ten shillings, + Add you but a groat, + I'll go to Newcastle, + And buy a new coat. + + Five and five shillings, + Five and a crown; + Five and five shillings, + Will buy a new gown. + + Five and five shillings, + Five and a groat; + Five and five shillings, + Will buy a new coat. + + +CXLI. + + A pretty little girl in a round-eared cap + I met in the streets t'other day; + She gave me such a thump, + That my heart it went bump; + I thought I should have fainted away! + I thought I should have fainted away! + + +CXLII. + + My father he died, but I can't tell you how, + He left me six horses to drive in my plough: + With my wing wang waddle oh, + Jack sing saddle oh, + Blowsey boys bubble oh, + Under the broom. + + I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow; + I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how: + With my, &c. + + I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf; + I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half: + With my, &c. + + I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat; + A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat: + With my, &c. + + I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse; + He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house: + With my, &c. + + +CXLIII. + + Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, + And can't tell where to find them; + Leave them alone, and they'll come home, + And bring their tails behind them. + + Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, + And dreamt she heard them bleating; + But when she awoke, she found it a joke, + For they still were all fleeting. + + Then up she took her little crook, + Determin'd for to find them; + She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, + For they'd left all their tails behind 'em. + + +CXLIV. + + Jeanie come tie my, + Jeanie come tie my, + Jeanie come tie my bonnie cravat; + I've tied it behind, + I've tied it before, + And I've tied it so often, I'll tie it no more. + + +CXLV. + + Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes, + My mother sent me for some barm, some barm; + She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly, + For fear the young men should do me some harm. + Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see, + What naughty tricks they put upon me: + + They broke my pitcher, + And spilt the water, + And huff'd my mother, + And chid her daughter, + And kiss'd my sister instead of me. + + +CXLVI. + + [From 'Histrio-mastix, or, the Player Whipt,' 4to, Lond. 1610. + Mr. Rimbault tells me this is common in Yorkshire.] + + Some up, and some down, + There's players in the town, + You wot well who they be; + The sun doth arise, + To three companies, + One, two, three, four, make wee! + + Besides we that travel, + With pumps full of gravel, + Made all of such running leather: + That once in a week, + New masters we seek, + And never can hold together. + + +CXLVII. + + Johnny shall have a new bonnet, + And Johnny shall go to the fair, + And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon + To tie up his bonny brown hair. + And why may not I love Johnny? + And why may not Johnny love me? + And why may not I love Johnny + As well as another body? + And here's a leg for a stocking, + And here is a leg for a shoe, + And he has a kiss for his daddy, + And two for his mammy, I trow. + And why may not I love Johnny? + And why may not Johnny love me? + And why may not I love Johnny, + As well as another body? + + +CXLVIII. + + As I was walking o'er little Moorfields, + I saw St. Paul's a running on wheels, + With a fee, fo, fum. + Then for further frolics I'll go to France. + While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance, + With a fee, fo fum. + + +CXLIX. + + The north wind doth blow, + And we shall have snow, + And what will poor Robin do then? + Poor thing! + + He'll sit in a barn, + And to keep himself warm, + Will hide his head under his wing. + Poor thing! + + +CL. + + [From W. Wager's play, called 'The longer thou livest, the + more foole thou art,' 4to, Lond.] + + The white dove sat on the castle wall, + I bend my bow and shoot her I shall; + I put her in my glove both feathers and all; + I laid my bridle upon the shelf, + If you will any more, sing it yourself. + + +CLI. + + Elsie Marley is grown so fine, + She won't get up to serve the swine, + But lies in bed till eight or nine, + And surely she does take her time. + + And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey? + The wife who sells the barley, honey; + She won't get up to serve her swine, + And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey? + + [Elsie Marley is said to have been a merry alewife who lived + near Chester, and the remainder of this song relating to her + will be found in the 'Chester Garland,' 12mo, n.d. The first + four lines have become favourites in the nursery.] + + +CLII. + + London bridge is broken down, + Dance o'er my lady lee; + London bridge is broken down, + With a gay lady. + + How shall we build it up again? + Dance o'er my lady lee; + How shall we build it up again? + With a gay lady. + + Silver and gold will be stole away, + Dance o'er my lady lee; + Silver and gold will be stole away, + With a gay lady. + + Build it up again with iron and steel, + Dance o'er my lady lee; + Build it up with iron and steel, + With a gay lady. + + Iron and steel will bend and bow, + Dance o'er my lady lee; + Iron and steel will bend and bow, + With a gay lady. + + Build it up with wood and clay, + Dance o'er my lady lee; + Build it up with wood and clay, + With a gay lady. + + Wood and clay will wash away, + Dance o'er my lady lee; + Wood and clay will wash away, + With a gay lady. + + Build it up with stone so strong, + Dance o'er my lady lee; + Huzza! 'twill last for ages long, + With a gay lady. + + +CLIII. + + Old Father of the Pye, + I cannot sing, my lips are dry; + But when my lips are very well wet, + Then I can sing with the Heigh go Bet! + + [This appears to be an old hunting song. _Go bet_ is a very + ancient sporting phrase, equivalent to _go along_. It occurs + in Chaucer, Leg. Dido, 288.] + + +CLIV. + + [Part of this is in a song called 'Jockey's Lamentation,' in + the 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. v, p. 317.] + + Tom he was a piper's son, + He learn'd to play when he was young, + But all the tunes that he could play, + Was, "Over the hills and far away;" + Over the hills, and a great way off, + And the wind will blow my top-knot off. + + Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise, + That he pleas'd both the girls and boys, + And they stopp'd to hear him play, + "Over the hills and far away." + + Tom with his pipe did play with such skill, + That those who heard him could never keep still; + Whenever they heard they began for to dance, + Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance. + + As Dolly was milking her cow one day, + Tom took out his pipe and began for to play; + So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round," + Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground. + + He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs, + He used his pipe, and she used her legs; + She danced about till the eggs were all broke, + She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke. + + He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass, + Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass; + He took out his pipe and played them a tune, + And the jackass's load was lightened full soon. + + +[Illustration] + +CLV. + + Jacky, come give me thy fiddle, + If ever thou mean to thrive: + Nay; I'll not give my fiddle + To any man alive. + + If I should give my fiddle, + They'll think that I'm gone mad; + For many a joyful day + My fiddle and I have had. + + +CLVI. + + [The following lines are part of an old song, the whole of + which may be found in 'Deuteromelia,' 1609, and also in MS. + Additional, 5336, fol. 5.] + + Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see, + The owl is the fairest by far to me; + For all the day long she sits on a tree, + And when the night comes away flies she. + + +CLVII. + + I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence, + I love sixpence better than my life; + I spent a penny of it, I spent another, + And took fourpence home to my wife. + + Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence, + I love fourpence better than my life; + I spent a penny of it, I spent another, + And I took twopence home to my wife. + + Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence, + I love twopence better than my life; + I spent a penny of it, I spent another, + And I took nothing home to my wife. + + Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing, + What will nothing buy for my wife? + I have nothing, I spend nothing, + I love nothing better than my wife. + + +CLVIII. + + Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, + Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; + With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free, + And a merry sing-song, happy let us be! + + Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose, + Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose; + Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free, + With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be! + + Merry have we met, and merry have we been, + Merry let us part, and merry meet again; + With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free, + And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be! + + +CLIX. + + My maid Mary + She minds her dairy, + While I go a hoing and mowing each morn, + Merrily run the reel + And the little spinning wheel + Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn. + + +CLX. + + Hot-cross Buns! + Hot-cross Buns! + One a penny, two a penny + Hot-cross Buns! + + Hot-cross Buns! + Hot-cross Buns! + If ye have no daughters, + Give them to your sons. + + +CLXI. + + Wooley Foster has gone to sea, + With silver buckles at his knee, + When he comes back he'll marry me,-- + Bonny Wooley Foster! + + Wooley Foster has a cow, + Black and white about the mow, + Open the gates and let her through, + Wooley Foster's ain cow! + + Wooley Foster has a hen, + Cockle button, cockle ben, + She lay eggs for gentlemen, + But none for Wooley Foster! + + +CLXII. + + [The following catch is found in Ben Jonson's 'Masque of + Oberon,' and is a most common nursery song at the present + day.] + + Buz, quoth the blue fly, + Hum, quoth the bee, + Buz and hum they cry, + And so do we: + In his ear, in his nose, + Thus, do you see? + He ate the dormouse, + Else it was he. + + +CLXIII. + + As I was going up the hill, + I met with Jack the piper, + And all the tunes that he could play + Was "Tie up your petticoats tighter." + + I tied them once, I tied them twice, + I tied them three times over; + And all the songs that he could sing + Was "Carry me safe to Dover." + + +CLXIV. + + There were two birds sat on a stone, + Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; + One flew away, and then there was one, + Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; + The other flew after, and then there was none, + Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; + And so the poor stone was left all alone, + Fa, la, la, la, lal, de! + + +CLXV. + + How does my lady's garden grow? + How does my lady's garden grow? + With cockle shells, and silver bells, + And pretty maids all of a row. + + +CLXVI. + + There was a jolly miller + Lived on the river Dee: + He worked and sung from morn till night, + No lark so blithe as he, + And this the burden of his song + For ever used to be-- + I jump mejerrime jee! + I care for nobody--no! not I, + Since nobody cares for me. + + +CLXVII. + + As I was going along, long, long, + A singing a comical song, song, song, + The lane that I went was so long, long, long, + And the song that I sung was as long, long, long, + And so I went singing along. + + +CLXVIII. + + Where are you going, my pretty maid? + I'm going a-milking, sir, she said. + May I go with you, my pretty maid? + You're kindly welcome, sir, she said. + What is your father, my pretty maid? + My father's a farmer, sir, she said. + + Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid? + Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said. + Will you be constant, my pretty maid? + That I can't promise you, sir, she said. + Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid! + Nobody asked you, sir! she said. + + +CLXIX. + + [Song on the bells of Derby on foot-ball morning, a custom now + discontinued:] + + Pancakes and fritters, + Say All Saints and St. Peters; + When will the _ball_ come, + Say the bells of St. Alkmun; + At two they will throw, + Says Saint Werabo; + O! very well, + Says little Michel. + + +CLXX. + + I have been to market, my lady, my lady; + Then you've not been to the fair, says pussy, says pussy; + I bought me a rabbit, my lady, my lady; + Then you did not buy a hare, says pussy, says pussy; + + I roasted it, my lady, my lady; + Then you did not boil it, says pussy, says pussy; + I eat it, my lady, my lady; + And I'll eat you, says pussy, says pussy. + + +CLXXI. + + My father left me three acres of land, + Sing ivy, sing ivy; + My father left me three acres of land, + Sing holly, go whistle and ivy! + + I ploughed it with a ram's horn, + Sing ivy, sing ivy; + And sowed it all over with one pepper corn, + Sing holly, go whistle and ivy! + + I harrowed it with a bramble bush, + Sing ivy, sing ivy; + And reaped it with my little penknife, + Sing holly, go whistle and ivy! + + I got the mice to carry it to the barn, + Sing ivy, &c. + And thrashed it with a goose's quill, + Sing holly, &c. + + I got the cat to carry it to the mill, + Sing ivy, &c. + The miller he swore he would have her paw, + And the cat she swore she would scratch his face, + Sing holly, go whistle and ivy! + + +CLXXII. + + [The original of the following is to be found in + 'Deuteromelia, or the second part of Musicks Melodie,' 4to, + Lond. 1609, where the music is also given.] + + Three blind mice, see how they run! + They all ran after the farmer's wife, + Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife, + Did you ever see such fools in your life? + Three blind mice. + + +CLXXIII. + + [The music to the following song, with different words, is + given in 'Melismata,' 4to, Lond. 1611. See also the 'Pills to + Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. i, p. 14. The well-known song, + 'A frog he would a wooing go,' appears to have been borrowed + from this. See Dauney's 'Ancient Scottish Melodies,' 1838, p. + 53. The story is of old date, and in 1580 there was licensed + 'A most strange weddinge of the frogge and the mouse,' as + appears from the books of the Stationers' Company, quoted in + Warton's Hist. Engl, Poet., ed. 1840, vol. iii, p. 360.] + + There was a frog liv'd in a well, + Kitty alone, Kitty alone; + There was a frog liv'd in a well, + Kitty alone, and I! + + There was a frog liv'd in a well, + And a farce[*] mouse in a mill, [*merry + Cock me cary, Kitty alone, + Kitty alone, and I. + + This frog he would a wooing ride, + Kitty alone, &c. + This frog he would a wooing ride, + And on a snail he got astride, + Cock me cary, &c. + + He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall, + Kitty alone, &c. + He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall, + And there he did both knock and call, + Cock me cary, &c. + + Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee, + Kitty alone, &c. + Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee, + To see if thou canst fancy me, + Cock me cary, &c. + + Quoth she, answer I'll give you none, + Kitty alone, &c. + Quoth she, answer I'll give you none, + Until my uncle Rat come home, + Cock me cary, &c. + + And when her uncle Rat came home, + Kitty alone, &c. + And when her uncle Rat came home, + Who's been here since I've been gone? + Cock me cary, &c. + + Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman, + Kitty alone, &c. + Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman, + That's been here since you've been gone, + Cock me cary, &c. + + The frog he came whistling through the brook, + Kitty alone, &c. + The frog he came whistling through the brook, + And there he met with a dainty duck, + Cock me cary, &c. + + This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck, + Kitty alone, Kitty alone; + This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck, + So there's an end of my history book. + Cock me cary, Kitty alone, + Kitty alone and I. + + +CLXXIV. + + There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone, + There was a man in our toone, and his name was Billy Pod; + And he played upon an old razor, an old razor, an old razor, + And he played upon an old razor, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo. + + And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, the good roast beef, + the good roast beef, + And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, + and his name was Billy Pod; + And he played upon an old razor, &c. + + And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, + the good fat tripe, + And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, + and his name was Billy Pod; + And he played upon an old razor, &c. + + And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps, + the bawbie baps, + And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, + and his name was Billy Pod; + And he played upon an old razor, &c. + + And there was a man in tither toone, in tither toone, in tither + toone, + And there was a man in tither toone, and his name was Edrin Drum; + And he played upon an old laadle, an old laadle, an old laadle, + And he played upon an old laadle, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo. + + And he eat up all the good roast beef, the good roast beef, &c. &c. + And he eat up all the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, &c. &c. + And he eat up all the bawbie baps, &c. and his name was Edrin Drum. + + +CLXXV. + + John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum! + Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum! + + John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum! + And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum! + + John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum! + His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum! + + The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum! + If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum! + + +CLXXVI. + + A carrion crow sat on an oak, + Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, + Watching a tailor shape his cloak; + Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow, + Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. + + Wife, bring me my old bent bow, + Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, + That I may shoot yon carrion crow; + Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow, + Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. + + The tailor he shot and missed his mark, + Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, + And shot his own sow quite through the heart; + Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow, + Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. + + Wife, bring brandy in a spoon, + Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, + For our old sow is in a swoon; + Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow, + Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. + +[Illustration] + + +CLXXVII. + + [Another version from MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 17, written in + the time of Charles I.] + + Hic hoc, the carrion crow, + For I have shot something too low: + I have quite missed my mark, + And shot the poor sow to the heart; + Wife, bring treacle in a spoon, + Or else the poor sow's heart will down. + + +CLXXVIII. + + [Song of a little boy while passing his hour of solitude in a + corn-field.] + + Awa' birds, away! + Take a little, and leave a little, + And do not come again; + For if you do, + I will shoot you through, + And there is an end of you. + + +CLXXIX. + + If I'd as much money as I could spend, + I never would cry old chairs to mend; + Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend; + I never would cry old chairs to mend. + + If I'd as much money as I could tell, + I never would cry old clothes to sell; + Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell; + I never would cry old clothes to sell. + + +CLXXX. + + Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle daughter dear; + I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear. + Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound; + I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound. + + +CLXXXI. + + I'll sing you a song, + Though not very long, + Yet I think it as pretty as any, + Put your hand in your purse, + You'll never be worse, + And give the poor singer a penny. + + +CLXXXII. + + Dame, get up and bake your pies, + Bake your pies, bake your pies; + Dame, get up and bake your pies, + On Christmas-day in the morning. + + Dame, what makes your maidens lie, + Maidens lie, maidens lie; + Dame, what makes your maidens lie, + On Christmas-day in the morning? + + Dame, what makes your ducks to die, + Ducks to die, ducks to die; + Dame, what makes your ducks to die, + On Christmas-day in the morning? + + Their wings are cut and they cannot fly, + Cannot fly, cannot fly; + Their wings are cut and they cannot fly, + On Christmas-day in the morning. + +[Illustration] + + + + +SEVENTH CLASS--RIDDLES. + + +CLXXXIII. + + [Ann.] + + There was a girl in our towne, + Silk an' satin was her gowne, + Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet, + Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it. + + +CLXXXIV. + + [A thorn.] + + I went to the wood and got it, + I sat me down and looked at it; + The more I looked at it the less I liked it, + And I brought it home because I couldn't help it. + + +CLXXXV. + + [Sunshine.] + + Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, + On the king's kitchen-door; + All the king's horses, + And all the king's men, + Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, + Off the king's kitchen-door! + + +CLXXXVI. + + [A pen.] + + When I was taken from the fair body, + They then cut off my head, + And thus my shape was altered; + It's I that make peace between king and king, + And many a true lover glad: + All this I do and ten times more, + And more I could do still, + But nothing can I do, + Without my guider's will. + +CLXXXVII. + + [Snuff.] + + As I look'd out o' my chamber window + I heard something fall; + I sent my maid to pick it up, + But she couldn't pick it all. + + +CLXXXVIII. + + [A tobacco-pipe.] + + I went into my grandmother's garden, + And there I found a farthing. + I went into my next door neighbour's, + There I bought a pipkin and a popkin-- + A slipkin and a slopkin, + A nailboard, a sailboard, + And all for a farthing. + + +CLXXXIX. + + [Gloves.] + + As I was going o'er London Bridge, + I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs! + + +CXC. + + Made in London, + Sold at York, + Stops a bottle + And _is_ a cork. + + +CXCI. + + Ten and ten and twice eleven, + Take out six and put in seven; + Go to the green and fetch eighteen, + And drop one a coming. + + +CXCII. + + [A walnut.] + + As soft as silk, as white as milk, + As bitter as gall, a thick wall, + And a green coat covers me all. + + +CXCIII. + + [A swarm of bees.] + +As I was going o'er Tipple Tine, +I met a flock of bonny swine; + Some green-lapp'd, + Some green-back'd; +They were the very bonniest swine +That e'er went over Tipple Tine. + + +CXCIV. + + [An egg.] + + Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck,[*] + With all his sinews round his neck; + Forty doctors and forty wrights + Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty to rights! + + [Footnote *: A brook.] + + +CXCV. + + [A storm of wind.] + + Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, + He comes roaring up the land;-- + The King of Scots, with all his power, + Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower! + + +CXCVI. + + [Tobacco.] + + Make three-fourths of a cross, + And a circle complete; + And let two semicircles + On a perpendicular meet; + Next add a triangle + That stands on two feet; + Next two semicircles, + And a circle complete. + + +CXCVII. + + There was a king met a king + In a narrow lane, + Says this king to that king, + "Where have you been?" + + "Oh! I've been a hunting + With my dog and my doe." + "Pray lend him to me, + That I may do so." + + "There's the dog _take_ the dog." + "What's the dog's name?" + "I've told you already." + "Pray tell me again." + + +CXCVIII. + + [A plum-pudding.] + + Flour of England, fruit of Spain, + Met together in a shower of rain; + Put in a bag tied round with a string, + If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring. + + +CXCIX. + + Every lady in this land + Has twenty nails upon each hand, + Five and twenty hands and feet, + All this is true without deceit. + + +CC. + + Twelve pears hanging high, + Twelve knights riding by; + Each knight took a pear, + And yet left eleven there! + + +CCI. + + [A star.] + + I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep; + She wades the waters deep, deep, deep; + She climbs the mountains high, high, high; + Poor little creature she has but one eye. + + +CCII. + + [A needle and thread.] + + Old mother Twitchett had but one eye, + And a long tail which she let fly; + And every time she went over a gap, + She left a bit of her tail in a trap. + + +CCIII. + + [An egg.] + + In marble walls as white as milk, + Lined with a skin as soft as silk; + Within a fountain crystal clear, + A golden apple doth appear. + No doors there are to this strong-hold. + Yet things break in and steal the gold. + + +CCIV. + + [A horse-shoer.] + + What shoe-maker makes shoes without leather, + With all the four elements put together? + Fire and water, earth and air; + Ev'ry customer has two pair. + + +CCV. + + [Currants.] + + Higgledy piggledy + Here we lie, + Pick'd and pluck'd, + And put in a pie. + My first is snapping, snarling, growling, + My second's industrious, romping, and prowling. + Higgledy piggledy + Here we lie, + Pick'd and pluck'd, + And put in a pie. + + +CCVI. + + Thomas a Tattamus took two Ts, + To tie two tups to two tall trees, + To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus! + Tell me how many Ts there are in all THAT. + + +CCVII. + + [The man had one eye, and the tree two apples upon it.] + + There was a man who had no eyes, + He went abroad to view the skies; + He saw a tree with apples on it, + He took no apples off, yet left no apples on it. + + +CCVIII. + + [Cleopatra.] + + The moon nine days old, + The next sign to cancer; + Pat rat without a tail;-- + And now, sir, for your answer, + + +CCIX. + + [A candle.] + + Little Nancy Etticoat, + In a white petticoat, + And a red nose; + The longer she stands, + The shorter she grows. + + +CCX. + + [Pair of tongs.] + + Long legs, crooked thighs, + Little head and no eyes. + + +CCXI. + + [From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 16, written in the time of + Charles I.] + +There were three sisters in a hall, +There came a knight amongst them all; +Good morrow, aunt, to the one, +Good morrow, aunt, to the other, +Good morrow, gentlewoman, to the third, + If you were my aunt, + As the other two be, + I would say good morrow, + Then, aunts, all three. + + +CCXII. + + [Isabel.] + + Congeal'd water and Cain's brother, + That was my lover's name, and no other. + + +CCXIII. + + [Teeth and Gums.] + + Thirty white horses upon a red hill, + Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still. + + +CCXIV. + + [Coals.] + + Black we are, but much admired; + Men seek for us till they are tired. + We tire the horse, but comfort man + Tell me this riddle if you can. + + +CCXV. + + [A Star.] + + Higher than a house, higher than a tree; + Oh, whatever can that be? + + +CCXVI. + + [An Egg.] + + Humpty dumpty sate on a wall, + Humpty dumpty had a great fall; + Three score men and three score more + Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before. + + +CCXVII. + + [The allusion to Oliver Cromwell satisfactorily fixes the date + of the riddle to belong to the seventeenth century. The answer + is, a rainbow.] + + Purple, yellow, red, and green, + The king cannot reach it nor the queen; + Nor can old Noll, whose power's so great: + Tell me this riddle while I count eight. + + +CCXVIII. + + Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold, + Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old. + Spell me _that_ without a P, + And a clever scholar you will be. + + +CCXIX. + + As I was going o'er Westminster bridge, + I met with a Westminster scholar; + He pulled off his cap _an' drew_ off his glove, + And wished me a very good morrow. + What is his name? + + +CCXX. + + [A Chimney.] + + Black within, and red without; + Four corners round about. + + +CCXXI. + +There was a man rode through our town, + Gray Grizzle was his name; +His saddle-bow was gilt with gold, + Three times I've named his name. + + +CCXXII. + + [A Hedgehog.] + + As I went over Lincoln bridge + I met mister Rusticap; + Pins and needles on his back, + A going to Thorney fair. + + +CCXXIII. + + [One leg is a leg of mutton; two legs, a man; three legs, a + stool; four legs, a dog.] + + Two legs sat upon three legs, + With one leg in his lap; + In comes four legs, + And runs away with one leg. + Up jumps two legs, + Catches up three legs, + Throws it after four legs, + And makes him bring back one leg. + + +CCXXIV. + + [A Bed.] + + Formed long ago, yet made to-day, + Employed while others sleep; + What few would like to give away, + Nor any wish to keep. + + +CCXXV. + + [A Cinder-sifter.] + + A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose, + A hundred eyes, and never a nose. + + +CCXXVI. + + [A Well.] + + As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, + And all the king's horses can't pull it up. + + +CCXXVII. + + [A Cherry.] + + As I went through the garden gap, + Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap! + A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat, + If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat. + + +CCXXVIII. + + Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess, + They all went together to seek a bird's nest. + They found a bird's nest with five eggs in, + They all took one, and left four in. + + +CCXXIX. + + As I was going to St. Ives, + I met a man with seven wives, + Every wife had seven sacks, + Every sack had seven cats, + Every cat had seven kits: + Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, + How many were there going to St. Ives? + + +CCXXX. + + [The Holly Tree.] + + Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green, + The king could not read it, no more could the queen; + They sent for a wise man out of the East, + Who said it had horns, but was not a beast! + + +CCXXXI. + + See, see! what shall I see? + A horse's head where his tail should be. + + +CCXXXII. + + [A fire-brand with sparks on it.] + + As I was going o'er London Bridge, + And peep'd through a nick, + I saw four and twenty ladies + Riding on a stick! + + +CCXXXIII. + + [An Icicle.] + + Lives in winter, + Dies in summer, + And grows with its root upwards! + + +CCXXXIV. + + When I went up sandy hill, + I met a sandy boy; + I cut his throat, I sucked his blood, + And left his skin a hanging-o. + + +CCXXXV. + + I had a little castle upon the sea-side, + One half was water, the other was land; + I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found; + I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand. + The cup was gold, filled with wine; + Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine! + + +CCXXXVI. + + Old father Graybeard, + Without tooth or tongue; + If you'll give me your finger, + I'll give you my thumb. + +[Illustration] + + + + +EIGHTH CLASS--CHARMS. + + +CCXXXVII. + + Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk, + And I will give thee a gown of silk; + A gown of silk and a silver tee, + If thou wilt let down thy milk to me. + + +CCXXXVIII. + + [Said to pips placed in the fire; a species of divination + practised by children.] + + If you love me, pop and fly; + If you hate me, lay and die. + + +CCXXXIX. + + [The following, with a very slight variation, is found in Ben + Jonson's 'Masque of Queen's,' and it is singular to account + for its introduction into the modern nursery.] + + I went to the toad that lies under the wall, + I charmed him out, and he came at my call; + I scratch'd out the eyes of the owl before, + I tore the bat's wing, what would you have more. + + +CCXL. + + [A charm somewhat similar to the following may be seen in the + 'Townley Mysteries,' p. 91. See a paper in the 'Archæologia,' + vol. xxvii, p. 253, by the Rev. Lancelot Sharpe, M.A. See also + MS. Lansd. 231, fol. 114, and Ady's 'Candle in the Dark,' 4to, + London, 1650, p. 58.] + + Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, + Guard the bed that I lay on! + Four corners to my bed, + Four angels round my head; + One to watch, one to pray, + And two to bear my soul away! + + +CCXLI. + + [Ady, in his 'Candle in the Dark,' 4to, Lond. 1656, p. 59, + says that this was a charm to make butter come from the churn. + It was to be said thrice.] + + Come, butter, come, + Come, butter, come! + Peter stands at the gate, + Waiting for a butter'd cake; + Come, butter, come! + + +CCXLII. + + [From Dr. Wallis's "Grammatica Linguæ Anglicanæ," 12mo, Oxon. + 1674, p. 164. This and the nine following are said to be + certain cures for the hiccup if repeated in one breath.] + + When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist; + For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist; + But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist, + The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist. + + Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between, + He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine: + Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine + He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain. + + The twain that, in twining, before in the twine, + As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine: + 'Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between, + He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine. + + +CCXLIII. + + A Thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching; + Did a thatcher of Thatchwood go to Thatchet a thatching? + If a thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching, + Where's the thatching the thatcher of Thatchwood has thatch'd? + + +CCXLIV. + + [Sometimes 'off a pewter plate' is added at the end of each + line.] + + Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper; + A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked; + If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper, + Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked? + + +CCXLV. + + My father he left me, just as he was able, + One bowl, one bottle, one lable, + Two bowls, two bottles, two lables, + Three, &c. [_And so on ad. lib. in one breath._] + + +CCXLVI. + + Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round, + A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round; + Where rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round? + + +CCXLVII. + +My grandmother sent me a new-fashioned three cornered cambric country +cut handkerchief. Not an old-fashioned three cornered cambric country +cut handkerchief, but a new-fashioned three cornered cambric country +cut handkerchief. + + +CCXLVIII. + +Three crooked cripples went through Cripplegate, and through +Cripplegate went three crooked cripples. + + +CCXLIX. + + Swan swam over the sea-- + Swim, swan, swim; + Swan swam back again, + Well swam swan, + + +CCL. + + Hickup, hickup, go away! + Come again another day; + Hickup, hickup, when I bake, + I'll give to you a butter-cake. + + +CCLI. + + Hickup, snicup, + Rise up, right up! + Three drops in the cup + Are good for the hiccup. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +NINTH CLASS--GAFFERS AND GAMMERS. + + +CCLII. + + There was an old woman, as I've heard tell, + She went to market her eggs for to sell; + She went to market all on a market-day, + And she fell asleep on the king's highway. + + There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout, + He cut her petticoats all round about; + He cut her petticoats up to the knees, + Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze. + + When this little woman first did wake, + She began to shiver and she began to shake, + She began to wonder and she began to cry, + "Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I! + + "But if it be I, as I do hope it be, + I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me; + If it be I, he'll wag his little tail, + And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail." + + Home went the little woman all in the dark, + Up got the little dog, and he began to bark; + He began to bark, so she began to cry, + "Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!" + + +CCLIII. + + There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, + She had so many children she didn't know what to do; + She gave them some broth without any bread, + She whipped them all well and put them to bed. + + +CCLIV. + + Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing? + Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing. + Old woman, old woman, shall I love you dearly? + Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly. + + +CCLV. + + There was an old woman sat spinning, + And that's the first beginning; + She had a calf, + And that's half; + She took it by the tail, + And threw it over the wall, + And that's all. + + +CCLVI. + + There was an old woman, her name it was Peg; + Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork-leg. + The neighbours all pitch'd her into the water, + Her leg was drown'd first, and her head follow'd a'ter. + + +CCLVII. + + A little old man and I fell out; + How shall we bring this matter about? + Bring it about as well as you can, + Get you gone, you little old man! + + +CCLVIII. + + There was an old woman, + And she sold puddings and pies; + She went to the mill, + And the dust flew in her eyes: + Hot pies and cold pies to sell! + Wherever she goes,-- + You may follow her by the smell. + + +CCLIX. + + Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag, + She would go to Stoken Church fair; + And then old Father Peter said he would meet her + Before she got half-way there. + + +CCLX. + + There was an old woman + Lived under a hill; + And if she's not gone, + She lives there still. + + +CCLXI. + + There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket + Nineteen times as high as the moon; + Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, + For in her hand she carried a broom. + + Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I, + O whither, O whither, O whither, so high? + To brush the cobwebs off the sky! + Shall I go with thee? Aye, by and by. + + +CCLXII. + + There was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row, + He had five hens and a name for them, oh! + Bill and Ned and Battock, + Cut-her-foot and Pattock, + Chuck, my lady Prattock, + Go to thy nest and lay. + + +CCLXIII. + + There was an old woman of Leeds + Who spent all her time in good deeds; + She worked for the poor + Till her fingers were sore, + This pious old woman of Leeds! + + +CCLXIV. + + Old Betty Blue + Lost a holiday shoe, + What can old Betty do? + Give her another + To match the other, + And then she may swagger in two. + + +CCLXV. + + Old mother Hubbard + Went to the cupboard, + To get her poor dog a bone; + But when she came there + The cupboard was bare, + And so the poor dog had none. + + She went to the baker's + To buy him some bread, + But when she came back + The poor dog was dead. + + She went to the joiner's + To buy him a coffin, + But when she came back + The poor dog was laughing.[*] + + She took a clean dish + To get him some tripe, + But when she came back + He was smoking his pipe. + +[Illustration] + + She went to the fishmonger's + To buy him some fish, + And when she came back + He was licking the dish. + + She went to the ale-house + To get him some beer, + But when she came back + The dog sat in a chair. + + She went to the tavern + For white wine and red, + But when she came back + The dog stood on his head. + + She went to the hatter's + To buy him a hat, + But when she came back + He was feeding the cat. + + She went to the barber's + To buy him a wig, + But when she came back + He was dancing a jig. + + She went to the fruiterer's + To buy him some fruit, + But when she came back + He was playing the flute. + + She went to the tailor's + To buy him a coat, + But when she came back + He was riding a goat. + + She went to the cobbler's + To buy him some shoes, + But when she came back + He was reading the news. + + She went to the sempstress + To buy him some linen, + But when she came back + The dog was spinning. + + She went to the hosier's + To buy him some hose, + But when she came back + He was dress'd in his clothes. + + The dame made a curtsey, + The dog made a bow; + The dame said, your servant, + The dog said, bow, wow. + + [Footnote *: Probably _loffing_ or _loffin'_, to complete the + rhyme. So in Shakspeare's 'Mids. Night's Dream,' act ii, sc. 1: + + "And then the whole quire hold their hips, and _loffe_."] + + +CCLXVI. + + [The first two lines of the following are the same with those + of a song in D'Urfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' vol. v, p. + 13.] + + There was an old woman + Lived under a hill, + She put a mouse in a bag, + And sent it to mill; + + The miller declar'd + By the point of his knife, + He never took toll + Of a mouse in his life. + + +CCLXVII. + + [The following is part of a comic song called 'Success to + the Whistle and Wig,' intended to be sung in rotation by the + members of a club.] + + There was an old woman had three sons, + Jerry, and James, and John: + Jerry was hung, James was drowned, + John was lost and never was found, + And there was an end of the three sons, + Jerry, and James, and John! + + +CCLXVIII. + + [The tale on which the following story is founded is found + in a MS. of the fifteenth century, preserved in the Chetham + Library at Manchester.] + + There was an old man, who lived in a wood, + As you may plainly see; + He said he could do as much work in a day, + As his wife could do in three. + With all my heart, the old woman said, + If that you will allow, + To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead, + And I'll go drive the plough: + + But you must milk the Tidy cow, + For fear that she go dry; + And you must feed the little pigs + That are within the sty; + And you must mind the speckled hen, + For fear she lay away; + And you must reel the spool of yarn + That I spun yesterday. + + The old woman took a staff in her hand, + And went to drive the plough: + The old man took a pail in his hand, + And went to milk the cow; + But Tidy hinched, and Tidy flinched, + And Tidy broke his nose, + And Tidy gave him such a blow, + That the blood ran down to his toes. + + High! Tidy! ho! Tidy! high! + Tidy! do stand still; + If ever I milk you, Tidy, again, + 'Twill be sore against my will! + He went to feed the little pigs, + That were within the sty; + He hit his head against the beam, + And he made the blood to fly. + + He went to mind the speckled hen, + For fear she'd lay astray, + And he forgot the spool of yarn + His wife spun yesterday. + + So he swore by the sun, the moon, and the stars, + And the green leaves on the tree, + If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life, + She should ne'er be ruled by he. + + +CCLXIX. + + There was an old man of Tobago, + Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago; + Till, much to his bliss, + His physician said this-- + "To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go." + + +CCLXX. + + Oh, dear, what can the matter be? + Two old women got up in an apple tree; + One came down, + And the other staid till Saturday. + + +CCLXXI. + + There was an old man, + And he had a calf, + And that's half; + He took him out of the stall, + And put him on the wall; + And that's all. + + +CCLXXII. + + Father Short came down the lane, + Oh! I'm obliged to hammer and smite + From four in the morning till eight at night, + For a bad master, and a worse dame. + + +CCLXXIII. + + There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all, + Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small: + A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent, + And down at one gulp house and old woman went. + + +CCLXXIV. + + There was an old woman of Norwich, + Who lived upon nothing but porridge; + Parading the town, + She turned cloak into gown, + This thrifty old woman of Norwich. + + +CCLXXV. + + A little old man of Derby, + How do you think he served me? + He took away my bread and cheese, + And that is how he served me. + + +CCLXXVI. + + There was an old woman in Surrey, + Who, was morn, noon, and night in a hurry; + Call'd her husband a fool, + Drove the children to school, + The worrying old woman of Surrey. + +[Illustration] + + + + +TENTH CLASS--GAMES. + + +CCLXXVII. + + [Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.] + + One-ery, two-ery, + Ziccary zan; + Hollow bone, crack a bone, + Ninery, ten: + Spittery spot, + It must be done; + Twiddleum twaddleum, + Twenty-one. + + Hink spink, the puddings stink, + The fat begins to fry, + Nobody at home, but jumping Joan, + Father, mother, and I. + Stick, stock, stone dead, + Blind man can't see, + Every knave will have a slave, + You or I must be he. + + +CCLXXVIII. + + [A game of the Fox. In a children's game, where all the little + actors are seated in a circle, the following stanza is used as + question and answer.] + + Who goes round my house this night? + None but cruel Tom! + Who steals all the sheep at night? + None but this poor one. + + +CCLXXIX. + + Dance, Thumbkin, dance, + [_Keep the thumb in motion._ + Dance, ye merrymen, every one: + [_All the fingers in motion._ + For Thumbkin, he can dance alone, + [_The thumb only moving_. + Thumbkin, he can dance alone, + [_Ditto._ + Dance, Foreman, dance, + [_The first finger moving._ + Dance, ye merrymen, every one; + [_The whole moving._ + But Foreman, he can dance alone, + Foreman, he can dance alone. + + [and So on With the Others--naming the 2d Finger Longman--the + 3d Finger Ringman--and the 4th Finger Littleman. Littleman + Cannot Dance Alone.] + + +CCLXXX. + + [The following is used by schoolboys, when two are starting to + run a race.] + + One to make ready, + And two to prepare; + Good luck to the rider, + And away goes the mare. + + +CCLXXXI. + + [At the conclusion, the captive is privately asked if he will + have oranges or lemons (the two leaders of the arch having + previously agreed which designation shall belong to each), + and he goes behind the one he may chance to name. When all + are thus divided into two parties, they conclude the game by + trying to pull each other beyond a certain line.] + + Gay go up and gay go down, + To ring the bells of London town. + + Bull's eyes and targets, + Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's. + + Brickbats and tiles, + Say the bells of St. Giles'. + + Halfpence and farthings, + Say the bells of St. Martin's. + + Oranges and lemons, + Say the bells of St. Clement's. + + Pancakes and fritters, + Say the bells of St. Peter's. + + Two sticks and an apple, + Say the bells at Whitechapel. + + Old Father Baldpate, + Say the slow bells at Aldgate. + + You owe me ten shillings, + Say the bells at St. Helen's. + + Pokers and tongs, + Say the bells at St. John's. + + Kettles and pans, + Say the bells at St. Ann's. + + When will you pay me? + Say the bells at Old Bailey. + + When I grow rich, + Say the bells at Shoreditch. + + Pray when will that be? + Say the bells of Stepney. + + I am sure I don't know, + Says the great bell at Bow. + + Here comes a candle to light you to bed, + And here comes a chopper to chop off your head. + + +CCLXXXII. + + [One child holds a wand to the face of another, repeating + these lines, and making grimaces, to cause the latter + to laugh, and so to the others; those who laugh paying a + forfeit.] + + Buff says Buff to all his men, + And I say Buff to you again; + Buff neither laughs nor smiles, + But carries his face + With a very good grace, + And passes the stick to the very next place! + + +CCLXXXIII. + + [Game with the hands.] + + Pease-pudding hot, + Pease-pudding cold, + Pease-pudding in the pot, + Nine days old. + Some like it hot, + Some like it cold, + Some like it in the pot, + Nine days old. + + +CCLXXXIV. + + Awake, arise, pull out your eyes, + And hear what time of day; + And when you have done, pull out your tongue, + And see what you can say. + + +CCLXXXV. + +GAME OF THE GIPSY. + + [One child is selected for Gipsy, one for Mother, and one for + Daughter Sue. The Mother says,-- + + I charge my daughters every one + To keep good house while I am gone. + You and _you_ (_points_) but specially _you_, + [_Or sometimes_, but specially _Sue_.] + Or else I'll beat you black and blue. + + During the Mother's absence, the Gipsy comes in, entices a + child away, and hides her. This process is repeated till all + the children are hidden, when the Mother has to find them.] + + +CCLXXXVI. + + [This game begins thus: Take this--What's this?--A gaping, + wide-mouthed, waddling frog, &c.] + + Twelve huntsmen with horns and hounds, + Hunting over other men's grounds! + Eleven ships sailing o'er the main, + Some bound for France and some for Spain: + I wish them all safe home again: + Ten comets in the sky, + Some low and some high; + Nine peacocks in the air, + I wonder how they all came there, + I do not know and I do not care; + Eight joiners in joiner's hall, + Working with the tools and all; + Seven lobsters in a dish, + As fresh as any heart could wish; + Six beetles against the wall, + Close by an old woman's apple stall; + Five puppies of our dog Ball, + Who daily for their breakfast call; + Four horses stuck in a bog, + Three monkeys tied to a clog; + Two pudding-ends would choke a dog. + With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. + + +CCLXXXVII. + + [A string of children, hand in hand, stand in a row. A child + (A) stands in front of them, as leader; two other children + (B and C) form an arch, each holding both the hands of the + other.] + + A. Draw a pail of water, + For my lady's daughter; + My father's a king, and my mother's a queen, + My two little sisters are dress'd in green, + Stamping grass and parsley, + Marigold leaves and daisies. + B. One rush, two rush, + Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush. + + [A passes by under the arch, followed by the whole string of + children, the last of whom is taken captive by B and C. The + verses are repeated, until all are taken.] + + +CCLXXXVIII. + + [The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is + usually found by itself in the small books of children's + rhymes.] + + Sieve my lady's oatmeal, + Grind my lady's flour, + Put it in a chesnut, + Let it stand an hour; + One may rush, two may rush, + Come, my girls, walk under the bush. + + +CCLXXXIX. + + Queen Anne, queen Anne, you sit in the sun, + As fair as a lily, as white as a wand. + I send you three letters, and pray read one, + You must read one, if you can't read all, + So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball. + + +CCXC. + + There were three jovial Welshmen, + As I have heard them say, + And they would go a-hunting + Upon St. David's day. + + All the day they hunted, + And nothing could they find + But a ship a-sailing, + A-sailing with the wind. + + One said it was a ship, + The other he said, nay; + The third said it was a house, + With the chimney blown away. + + And all the night they hunted, + And nothing could they find + But the moon a-gliding, + A-gliding with the wind. + + One said it was the moon, + The other he said, nay; + The third said it was a cheese, + And half o't cut away. + + And all the day they hunted, + And nothing could they find + But a hedgehog in a bramble bush, + And that they left behind. + + The first said it was a hedgehog, + The second he said, nay; + The third it was a pincushion, + And the pins stuck in wrong way. + + And all the night they hunted, + And nothing could they find + But a hare in a turnip field, + And that they left behind. + + The first said it was a hare, + The second he said, nay; + The third said it was a calf, + And the cow had run away. + + And all the day they hunted, + And nothing could they find + But an owl in a holly tree, + And that they left behind. + + One said it was an owl, + The other he said, nay; + The third said 'twas an old man, + And his beard growing grey. + + +CCXCI. + + Is John Smith within?-- + Yes, that he is. + Can he set a shoe?-- + Ay, marry, two, + Here a nail, there a nail, + Tick, tack, too. + + +CCXCII. + + Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep, + They met together in Grace-church Street; + In and out, in and out, over the way, + Oh! says Johnny, 'tis chop-nose day. + + +CCXCIII. + + Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, + Apple seed and apple thorn; + Wine, brier, limber-lock, + Five geese in a flock, + Sit and sing by a spring, + O-U-T, and in again. + + +CCXCIV. + + [The game of water-skimming is of high antiquity, being + mentioned by Julius Pollux, and also by Eustathius, in his + commentary upon Homer. Brand quotes a curious passage from + Minucius Felix; but all antiquaries seem to have overlooked + the very curious notice in Higgins' adaptation of Junius's + 'Nomenclator,' 8vo, London, 1585, p. 299, where it is called + "a duck and a drake, and a halfe-penie cake." Thus it is + probable that lines like the following were employed in this + game as early as 1585; and it may be that the last line has + recently furnished a hint to Mathews in his amusing song in + 'Patter _v_. Clatter.'] + + A duck and a drake, + A nice barley-cake, + With a penny to pay the old baker; + A hop and a scotch, + Is another notch, + Slitherum, slatherum, take her. + + +CCXCV. + + See, Saw, Margery Daw, + Sold her bed and lay upon straw; + Was not she a dirty slut, + To sell her bed and lie in the dirt! + + +CCXCVI. + + See, saw, Margery Daw, + Little Jackey shall have a new master; + Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day, + Because he can't work any faster. + + +CCXCVII. + + 1. I am a gold lock. + 2. I am a gold key. + 1. I am a silver lock. + 2. I am a silver key. + 1. I am a brass lock. + 2. I am a brass key. + 1. I am a lead lock. + 2. I am a lead key. + 1. I am a monk lock. + 2. I am a monk key! + + +CCXCVIII. + + Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, + To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse; + It trots behind, and it ambles before, + And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more. + + +CCXCIX. + + Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, + To see what Tommy can buy; + A penny white loaf, a penny white cake, + And a twopenny apple-pie. + + +CCC. + + Jack be nimble, + And Jack be quick: + And Jack jump over + The candle-stick. + + +CCCI. + + [This should be accompanied by a kind of pantomimic dance, in + which the motions of the body and arms express the process of + weaving; the motion of the shuttle, &c.] + + Weave the diaper tick-a-tick tick, + Weave the diaper tick-- + Come this way, come that + As close as a mat, + Athwart and across, up and down, round about, + And forwards, and backwards, and inside, and out; + Weave the diaper thick-a-thick thick, + Weave the diaper thick! + + +CCCII. + + [Used in Somersetshire in counting out the game of pee-wip or + pee wit.] + + One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum, + Fillison, follison, Nicholson, John, + Quever, quauver, Irish Mary, + Stenkarum, stankarum, buck! + + +CCCIII. + + Whoop, whoop, and hollow, + Good dogs won't follow, + Without the hare cries "pee wit." + + +CCCIV. + + Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, + One ran away, + The other wouldn't stay,-- + Tom Brown's two little Indian boys. + + +CCCV. + + There were two blackbirds, + Sitting on a hill, + The one nam'd Jack, + The other nam'd Jill; + Fly away Jack! + Fly away Jill! + Come again Jack! + Come again Jill! + + +CCCVI. + + Tip, top, tower, + Tumble down in an hour. + + +CCCVII. + + 1. I went up one pair of stairs. + 2. Just like me. + 1. I went up two pair of stairs. + 2. Just like me. + 1. I went into a room. + 2. Just like me. + 1. I looked out of a window. + 2. Just like me. + 1. And there I saw a monkey. + 2. Just like me. + + +CCCVIII. + + Number number nine, this hoop's mine; + Number number ten, take it back again. + + +CCCIX. + + Here goes my lord + A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot, + Here goes my lady + A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter! + Here goes my young master + Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch: + Here goes my young miss, + An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble! + The footman lays behind to tipple ale and wine, + And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time. + + +CCCX. + + [This is acted by two or more girls, who walk or dance up + and down, turning, when they say, "turn, cheeses, turn." The + "green cheeses," as I am informed, are made with sage and + potatoe-tops. Two girls are said to be "cheese and cheese."] + + Green cheese, yellow laces, + Up and down the market-places, + Turn, cheeses, turn! + + +CCCXI. + + To market ride the gentlemen, + So do we, so do we; + Then comes the country clown, + Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee; + First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim; + Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim; + Then comes the country clowns, gallop-a-trot. + + +CCCXII. + + Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross; + To see what Emma can buy; + A penny white cake I'll buy for her sake, + And a twopenny tart or a pie. + + +CCCXIII. + + Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, + To see an old lady upon a white horse, + Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, + And so she makes music wherever she goes. + + +CCCXIV. + + [Song set to five toes.] + + 1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig; + 2. What to do there? says that pig; + 3. To look for my mother, says this pig; + 4. What to do with her? says that pig; + 5. Kiss her to death, says this pig. + + +CCCXV. + + [A number of boys and girls stand round one in the middle, who + repeats the following lines, counting the children until one + is counted out by the end of the verses.] + + Ring me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3), + As I go round (4), ring by ring (5), + A virgin (6) goes a maying (7), + Here's a flower (8), and there's a flower (9), + Growing in my lady's garden (10), + If you set your foot awry (11), + Gentle John will make you cry (12), + If you set your foot amiss (13), + Gentle John (14) will give you a kiss. + + [The child upon whom (14) falls is then taken out, and + forced to select one of the other sex. The middle child then + proceeds.] + + This [lady or gentleman] is none of ours, + Has put [him or her] self in [the selected child's] power, + So clap all hands, and ring all bells, and make the wedding o'er. + + [_All clap hands._] + + [If the child taken by lot joins in the clapping, the selected + child is rejected, and I believe takes the middle place. + Otherwise, I think, there is a salute.] + + +CCCXVI. + + [Another game, played exclusively by boys. Two, who are fixed + upon for the purpose, leave the group, and privately arrange + that the pass-word shall be some implement of a particular + trade. The trade is announced in the dialogue, and then the + fun is, that the unfortunate wight who guesses the "tool" is + beaten with the caps of his fellows till he reaches a fixed + goal, after which he goes out in turn.] + + "Two broken tradesmen, + Newly come over, + The one from France and Scotland, + The other from Dover." + "What's your trade?" + + [Carpenters, nailors, smiths, tinkers, or any other is + answered, and on guessing the instrument "plane him, hammer + him, rasp him, or solder him," is called out respectively + during the period of punishment.] + + +CCCXVII. + + Clap hands, clap hands, + Hie Tommy Randy, + Did you see my good man? + They call him Cock-a-bandy. + + Silken Stockings on his legs, + Silver buckles glancin', + A sky-blue bonnet on his head, + And oh, but he is handsome. + + +CCCXVIII. + + [A song set to five fingers.] + + 1. This pig went to market; + 2. This pig staid at home; + 3. This pig had a bit of meat; + 4. And this pig had none; + 5. This pig said, Wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home. + + +CCCXIX. + + [Children hunting bats.] + + Bat, bat, (_clap hands_,) + Come under my hat, + And I'll give you a slice of bacon; + And when I bake, + I'll give you a cake, + If I am not mistaken. + + +CCCXX. + + [A game at ball.] + + Cuckoo, cherry tree, + Catch a bird, and give it to me; + Let the tree be high or low, + Let it hail, rain, or snow. + + +CCCXXI. + + [Two of the strongest children are selected, A and B; A stands + within a ring of the children, B being outside.] + + A. Who is going round my sheepfold? + B. Only poor old Jacky Lingo. + A. Don't steal any of my black sheep. + B. No, no more I will, only by one, + Up, says Jacky Lingo. (_Strikes one._) + + [The child struck leaves the ring, and takes hold of B behind; + B in the same manner takes the other children, one by one, + gradually increasing his tail on each repetition of the + verses, until he has got the whole; A then tries to get them + back; B runs away with them; they try to shelter themselves + behind B; A drags them off, one by one, setting them against + a wall, until he has recovered all. A regular tearing game, as + children say.] + + +CCCXXII. + + Highty cock O! + To London we go, + To York we ride; + And Edward has pussy-cat tied to his side; + He shall have little dog tied to the other, + And then he goes trid trod to see his grandmother. + + +CCCXXIII. + + This is the key of the kingdom. + In that kingdom there is a city. + In that city there is a town. + In that town there is a street. + In that street there is a lane. + In that lane there is a yard. + In that yard there is a house. + In that house there is a room. + In that room there is a bed. + On that bed there is a basket. + In that basket there are some flowers. + Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, &c. &c. + + +CCCXXIV. + + [Children stand round, and are counted one by one, by means + of this rhyme. The child upon whom the last number falls is + _out_, for "Hide or Seek," or any other game where a victim is + required. A cock and bull story of this kind is related of the + historian Josephus. There are other versions of this, and one + may be seen in 'Blackwood's Magazine' for August, 1821, p. + 36.] + + Hickory (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3), + The mouse ran up the clock (4), + The clock struck one (5), + The mouse was gone (6); + O (7), U (8), T (9), spells OUT! + + +CCCXXV. + + One old Oxford ox opening oysters; + Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tadbury; + Three tall tigers tippling tenpenny tea; + Four fat friars fanning fainting flies; + Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies; + Six sportsmen shooting snipes; + Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps; + Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe; + Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils; + Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinderboxes with ten tenpenny + tacks; + Eleven elephants elegantly equipt; + Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types. + + +CCCXXVI. + + [The following lines are sung by children when starting for a + race.] + + Good horses, bad horses, + What is the time of day? + Three o'clock, four o'clock, + Now fare you away. + + +CCCXXVII. + + See-saw, jack a daw, + What is a craw to do wi' her? + She has not a stocking to put on her, + And the craw has not one for to gi' her. + + +CCCXXVIII. + + [The following is a game played as follows: A string of + boys and girls, each holding by his predecessor's skirts, + approaches two others, who with joined and elevated hands form + a double arch. After the dialogue, the line passes through, + and the last is caught by a sudden lowering of the arms--if + possible.] + + How many miles is it to Babylon?-- + Threescore miles and ten. + Can I get there by candle-light?-- + Yes, and back again! + If your heels are nimble and light, + You may get there by candle-light. + + +CCCXXIX. + + Clap hands, clap hands! + Till father comes home; + For father's got money, + But mother's got none. + Clap hands, &c. + Till father, &c. + + +CCCXXX. + + See-saw sacradown, + Which is the way to London town? + One foot up, and the other down, + And that is the way to London town. + + +CCCXXXI. + + Here stands a post, + Who put it there? + A better man than you; + Touch it if you dare! + + +CCCXXXII. + + [A stands with a row of girls (her daughters) behind her; B, a + suitor, advances.] + + B. Trip trap over the grass: If you please will you let one of + your [eldest] daughters come, + Come and dance with me? + I will give you pots and pans, I will give you brass, + I will give you anything for a pretty lass. + A. says, "No." + B. I will give you gold and silver, I will give you pearl, + I will give you anything for a pretty girl. + A. Take one, take one, the fairest you may see. + B. The fairest one that I can see + Is pretty Nancy,--come to me. + + [B carries one off, and says:] + + You shall have a duck, my dear, + And you shall have a drake, + And you shall have a young man + apprentice for your sake. + + [Children say:] + + If this young man should happen to die, + And leave this poor woman a widow, + The bells shall all ring, and the birds shall all sing, + And we'll all clap hands together. + + [So it is repeated until the whole are taken.] + + +CCCXXXIII. + + [The "Three Knights of Spain" is a game played in nearly the + same manner as the preceding. The _dramatis personæ_ form + themselves in two parties, one representing a courtly dame + and her daughters, the other the suitors of the daughters. + The last party, moving backwards and forwards, with their arms + entwined, approach and recede from the mother party, which + is stationary, singing to a very sweet air. See Chambers' + 'Popular Rhymes,' p. 66.] + + +_Suitors._ + + We are three brethren out of Spain, + Come to court your daughter Jane. + +_Mother._ + + My daughter Jane she is too young, + And has not learned her mother tongue. + +_Suitors._ + + Be she young, or be she old, + For her beauty she must be sold. + So fare you well, my lady gay, + We'll call again another day. + +_Mother._ + + _Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, + And rub thy spurs till they be bright._ + +_Suitors._ + + Of my spurs take you no thought, + For in this town they were not bought, + So fare you well, my lady gay, + We'll call again another day. + +_Mother._ + + _Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, + And take the fairest in your sight._ + +_Suitor._ + + The fairest maid that I can see, + Is pretty Nancy,--come to me. + + Here comes your daughter safe and sound, + Every pocket with a thousand pound; + Every finger with a gay gold ring; + Please to take your daughter in. + + +CCCXXXIV. + + [A game on the slate.] + + Eggs, butter, bread, + Stick, stock, stone dead! + Stick him up, stick him down, + Stick him in the old man's crown! + + +CCCXXXV. + + [In the following childish amusement, one extends his arm, and + the other in illustration of the narrative, strikes him gently + with the side of his hand at the shoulder and wrist; and then + at the word "middle," with considerable force, on the flexor + muscles at the elbow-joint.] + + My father was a Frenchman, + He bought for me a fiddle, + He cut me here, he cut me here, + He cut me right in the middle. + + +CCCXXXVI. + + [Patting the foot on the five toes.] + + Shoe the colt, shoe! + Shoe the wild mare; + Put a sack on her back, + See if she'll bear. + If she'll bear, + We'll give her some grains; + If she won't bear, + We'll dash out her brains! + +[Illustration] + + +CCCXXXVII. + + [Game on a child's features.] + + Here sits the Lord Mayor _forehead_. + Here sit his two men _eyes_. + Here sits the cock _right cheek_. + Here sits the hen _left cheek_. + Here sit the little chickens _tip of nose_. + Here they run in _mouth_. + Chinchopper, chinchopper, + Chinchopper, chin! _chuck the chin_. + + +CCCXXXVIII. + + [A play with the face. The child exclaims:] + + Ring the bell! _giving a lock of its hair a pull._ + Knock at the door! _tapping its forehead._ + Draw the latch! _pulling up its nose._ + And walk in! _opening its mouth and putting in its finger._ + + +CCCXXXIX. + + [An exercise during which the fingers of the child are + enumerated.] + + Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn, + Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn. + Long back'd Gray + Carried it away. + Old Mid-man sat and saw, + But Peesy-weesy paid for a'. + + +CCCXL. + + This pig went to market, + Squeak mouse, mouse, mousey; + Shoe, shoe, shoe the wild colt, + And here's my own doll, Dowsy. + + +CCCXLI. + + [From Yorkshire. A game to alarm children.] + + Flowers, flowers, high-do! + Sheeny, greeny, rino!-- + Sheeny greeny, + Sheeny greeny, + Rum tum fra! + + +CCCXLII. + + 1. This pig went to the barn. + 2. This eat all the corn. + 3. This said he would tell. + 4. This said he wasn't well. + 5. This went week, week, week, over the door sill. + + +CCCXLIII. + + [The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady + of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my + way.] + + Here comes a poor woman from baby-land, + With three small children in her hand: + One can brew, the other can bake, + The other can make a pretty round cake. + One can sit in the garden and spin, + Another can make a fine bed for the king; + Pray ma'am will you take one in? + + +CCCXLIV. + + I can make diet bread, + Thick and thin; + I can make diet bread, + Fit for the king. + + +CCCXLV. + + Here we come a piping, + First in spring, and then in May; + The queen she sits upon the sand, + Fair as a lily, white as a wand: + King John has sent you letters three, + And begs you'll read them unto me.-- + We can't read one without them all, + So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball! + + +CCCXLVI. + + The first day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The second day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Two turtle doves and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The third day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The fourth day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The fifth day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Five gold rings, + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The sixth day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Six geese a laying, + Five gold rings, + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The seventh day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Seven swans a swimming, + Six geese a laying, + Five gold rings, + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The eighth day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Eight maids a milking, + Seven swans a swimming, + Six geese a laying, + Five gold rings, + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The ninth day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Nine drummers drumming, + Eight maids a milking, + Seven swans a swimming, + Six geese a laying, + Five gold rings, + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The tenth day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Ten pipers piping, + Nine drummers drumming, + Eight maids a milking, + Seven swans a swimming, + Six geese a laying, + Five gold rings, + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The eleventh day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Eleven ladies dancing, + Ten pipers piping, + Nine drummers drumming, + Eight maids a milking, + Seven swans a swimming, + Six geese a laying, + Five gold rings, + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + The twelfth day of Christmas, + My true love sent to me + Twelve lords a leaping, + Eleven ladies dancing, + Ten pipers piping, + Nine drummers drumming, + Eight maids a milking, + Seven swans a swimming, + Six geese a laying, + Five gold rings, + Four colly birds, + Three French hens, + Two turtle doves, and + A partridge in a pear tree. + + [Each child in succession repeats the gifts of the day, and + forfeits for each mistake. This accumulative process is a + favorite with children: in early writers, such as Homer, the + repetition of messages, &c. pleases on the same principle.] + + +CCCXLVII. + + [A game on the fingers.] + + Heetum peetum penny pie, + Populorum gingum gie; + East, West, North, South, + Kirby, Kendal, Cock him out! + + +CCCXLVIII. + + [A game-rhyme.] + + Trip and go, heave and hoe, + Up and down, to and fro; + From the town to the grove + Two and two let us rove, + A-maying, a-playing; + Love hath no gainsaying; + So merrily trip and go, + So merrily trip and go! + + +CCCXLIX. + + This is the way the ladies ride; + Tri, tre, tre, tree, + Tri, tre, tre, tree! + This is the way the ladies ride, + Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree! + + This is the way the gentlemen ride; + Gallop-a-trot, + Gallop-a-trot! + This is the way the gentlemen ride, + Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot! + + This is the way the farmers ride; + Hobbledy-hoy, + Hobbledy-hoy! + This is the way the farmers ride, + Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy! + + +CCCL. + + There was a man, and his name was Dob, + And he had a wife, and her name was Mob, + And he had a dog, and he called it Cob, + And she had a cat, called Chitterabob. + Cob, says Dob, + Chitterabob, says Mob, + Cob was Dob's dog, + Chitterabob Mob's cat. + + +CCCLI. + + [Two children sit opposite to each other; the first turns her + fingers one over the other, and says:] + + "May my geese fly over your barn?" + + [The other answers, Yes, if they'll do no harm. Upon which + the first unpacks the fingers of her hand, and waving it over + head, says:] + + "Fly over his barn and eat all his corn." + + +CCCLII. + + Now we dance looby, looby, looby, + Now we dance looby, looby, light, + Shake your right hand a little + And turn you round about. + + Now we dance looby, looby, looby, + Shake your right hand a little, + Shake your left hand a little, + And turn you round about. + + Now we dance looby, looby, looby, + Shake your right hand a little, + Shake your left hand a little, + Shake your right foot a little, + And turn you round about. + + Now we dance looby, looby, looby, + Shake your right hand a little, + Shake your left hand a little, + Shake your right foot a little, + Shake your left foot a little, + And turn you round about. + + Now we dance looby, looby, looby, + Shake your right hand a little, + Shake your left hand a little, + Shake your right foot a little, + Shake your left foot a little, + Shake your head a little, + And turn you round about. + + [Children dance round first, then stop and shake the hand, &c. + then turn slowly round, and then dance in a ring again.] + + +CCCLIII. + +THE OLD DAME. + + [One child, called the Old Dame, sits on the floor, and the + rest, joining hands, form a circle round her, and dancing, + sing the following lines:] + + _Children._ To Beccles! to Beccles! + To buy a bunch of nettles! + Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock? + + _Dame._ One, going for two. + + _Children._ To Beccles! to Beccles! + To buy a bunch of nettles! + Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock? + + _Dame._ Two, going for three. + + [And so on till she reaches, "Eleven going for twelve." After + this the following questions are asked, with the replies.--C. + Where have you been? D. To the wood. C. What for? D. To pick + up sticks. C. What for? D. To light my fire. C. What for? + D. To boil my kettle. C. What for? D. To cook some of your + chickens. The children then all run away as fast as they can, + and the Old Dame tries to catch one of them. Whoever is caught + is the next to personate the Dame.] + + +CCCLIV. + +DROP-GLOVE. + + [Children stand round in a circle, leaving a space between + each. One walks round the outside, and carries a glove in her + hand, saying:] + + I've a glove in my hand, + Hittity Hot! + Another in my other hand, + Hotter than that! + So I sow beans, and so they come up, + Some in a mug, and some in a cup. + I sent a letter to my love, + I lost it, I lost it! + I found it, I found it! + It burns, it scalds. + + [Repeating the last words very rapidly, till she drops the + glove behind one of them, and whoever has the glove must + overtake her, following her exactly in and out till she + catches her. If the pursuer makes a mistake in the pursuit, + she loses, and the game is over; otherwise she continues the + game with the glove.] + + +CCCLV. + + [In the following, the various parts of the countenance are + touched as the lines are repeated; and at the close the chin + is struck playfully, that the tongue may be gently bitten.] + + Eye winker, + Tom Tinker, + Nose dropper. + Mouth eater, + Chin chopper, + Chin chopper. + + +CCCLVI. + + Thumb bold, + Thibity-thold, + Langman, + Lick pan, + Mama's little man. + + +CCCLVII. + + [A game of the fox.] + + Fox a fox, a brummalary, + How many miles to Lummaflary? Lummabary. + + A. Eight and eight, and a hundred and eight. + How shall I get home to night? + + A. Spin your legs, and run fast. + + +[Illustration] + +CCCLVIII. + + [A Christmas custom in Lancashire. The boys dress themselves + up with ribands, and perform various pantomimes, after which + one of them, who has a blackened face, a rough skin coat, and + a broom in his hand, sings as follows.] + + Here come I, + Little David Doubt; + If you don't give me money, + I'll sweep you all out. + Money I want, + And money I crave; + If you don't give me money, + I'll sweep you all to the grave! + + +CCCLIX. + + [The following lines are said by the nurse when moving the + child's foot up and down.] + + The dog of the kill,[*] + He went to the mill + To lick mill-dust: + The miller he came + With a stick on his back,-- + Home, dog, home! + The foot behind, + The foot before: + When he came to a stile, + Thus he jumped o'er. + + [Footnote *: That is, kiln.] + + +CCCLX. + + [The following lines are repeated by the nurse when sliding + her hand down the child's face.] + + + My mother and your mother + Went over the way; + Said my mother to your mother, + It's chop-a-nose day! + + + + +[Illustration: _Paradox_] + +ELEVENTH CLASS--PARADOXES. + + +CCCLXI. + + [The following is quoted in Parkin's reply to Dr. Stukeley's + second number of 'Origines Roystonianæ,' 4to, London, 1748, p. + vi.] + + Peter White will ne'er go right, + Would you know the reason why? + He follows his nose where'er he goes, + And that stands all awry. + + +CCCLXII. + + O that I was where I would be, + Then would I be where I am not! + But where I am must be, + And where I would be I cannot. + + +CCCLXIII. + + [The following was sung to the tune of Chevy Chase. It was + taken from a poetical tale in the 'Choyce Poems,' 12mo, + London, 1662, the music to which may be seen in D'Urfey's + 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p. 1.] + + Three children sliding on the ice + Upon a summer's day, + As it fell out, they all fell in, + The rest they ran away. + + Now had these children been at home, + Or sliding on dry ground, + Ten thousand pounds to one penny, + They had not all been drown'd. + + You parents all that children have, + And you that have got none, + If you would have them safe abroad, + Pray keep them safe at home. + + +CCCLXIV. + + There was a man of Newington, + And he was wond'rous wise, + He jump'd into a quickset hedge, + And scratch'd out both his eyes: + But when he saw his eyes were out, + With all his might and main, + He jump'd into another hedge, + And scratch'd 'em in again. + + +CCCLXV. + + Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window, + There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger; + Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack, + A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck. + + +CCCLXVI. + + I would if I cou'd, + If I cou'dn't, how cou'd I? + I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I? + Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye? + Cou'd ye, cou'd ye? + Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye? + + +CCCLXVII. + + If all the world was apple-pie, + And all the sea was ink, + And all the trees were bread and cheese, + What should we have for drink? + + +CCCLXVIII. + + Tobacco wick! tobacco wick! + When you're well, 'twill make you sick: + Tobacco wick! tobacco wick! + 'Twill make you well when you are sick. + + +CCCLXIX. + + [The following occurs in a MS. of the seventeenth century, in + the Sloane Collection, the reference to which I have mislaid.] + + The man in the wilderness asked me, + How many strawberries grew in the sea? + I answered him, as I thought good, + As many as red herrings grew in the wood. + + +CCCLXX. + + [The conclusion of the following resembles a verse in the + nursery history of Mother Hubbard.] + + There was an old woman, and what do you think? + She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink: + Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet; + This tiresome old woman could never be quiet. + + She went to the baker, to buy her some bread, + And when she came home her old husband was dead; + She went to the clerk to toll the bell, + And when she came back her old husband was well. + + +CCCLXXI. + + Here am I, little jumping Joan; + When nobody's with me, + I'm always alone. + + +CCCLXXII. + +There was an old woman had nothing, + And there came thieves to rob her; +When she cried out she made no noise, + But all the country heard her. + + +CCCLXXIII. + + There was a little Guinea-pig, + Who, being little, was not big; + He always walked upon his feet, + And never fasted when he eat. + + When from a place he ran away, + He never at that place did stay; + And while he ran, as I am told, + He ne'er stood still for young or old. + + He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent, + And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent; + Though ne'er instructed by a cat, + He knew a mouse was not a rat. + + One day, as I am certified, + He took a whim and fairly died; + And, as I'm told by men of sense, + He never has been living since. + + +CCCLXXIV. + + [Mind your punctuation!] + + I saw a peacock with a fiery tail, + I saw a blazing comet drop down hail, + I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round, + I saw an oak creep upon the ground, + I saw a pismire swallow up a whale, + I saw the sea brimful of ale, + I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep, + I saw a well full of men's tears that weep, + I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire, + I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher, + I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night, + I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight. + + +CCCLXXV. + + My true love lives far from me, + Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie. + Many a rich present he sends to me, + Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, + Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie. + + He sent me a goose, without a bone; + He sent me a cherry, without a stone. + Petrum, &c. + + He sent me a Bible, no man could read; + He sent me a blanket, without a thread. + Petrum, &c. + + How could there be a goose without a bone? + How could there be a cherry without a stone? + Petrum, &c. + + How could there be a Bible no man could read? + How could there be a blanket without a thread? + Petrum, &c. + + When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone; + When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone. + Petrum, &c. + + When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read; + When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread. + Petrum, &c. + + +CCCLXXVI. + + There was a man and he was mad, + And he jump'd into a pea-swad;[A] + The pea-swad was over-full, + So he jump'd into a roaring bull; + The roaring bull was over-fat, + So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat; + The gentleman's hat was over-fine, + So he jump'd into a bottle of wine; + The bottle of wine was over-dear, + So he jump'd into a bottle of beer; + The bottle of beer was over-thick, + So he jump'd into a club-stick; + The club-stick was over-narrow, + So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow; + The wheel-barrow began to crack, + So he jump'd on to a hay-stack; + The hay-stack began to blaze, + So he did nothing but cough and sneeze! + + [Footnote A: The pod or shell of a pea.] + + +CCCLXXVII. + + I saw a ship a-sailing, + A-sailing on the sea; + And, oh! it was all laden + With pretty things for thee! + + There were comfits in the cabin, + And apples in the hold; + The sails were made of silk, + And the masts were made of gold: + + The four-and-twenty sailors, + That stood between the decks, + Were four-and-twenty white mice, + With chains about their necks. + + The captain was a duck, + With a packet on his back; + And when the ship began to move, + The captain said, "Quack! quack!" + + +CCCLXXVIII. + + Barney Bodkin broke his nose, + Without feet we can't have toes; + Crazy folks are always mad, + Want of money makes us sad. + + +CCCLXXIX. + + If a man who turnips cries + Cries not when his father dies, + It is a proof that he would rather + Have a turnip than his father. + + + + +[Illustration] + +TWELFTH CLASS--LULLABIES. + + +CCCLXXX. + + Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, + And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye; + Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,-- + Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart. + + +CCCLXXXI. + + Dance, little baby, dance up high, + Never mind, baby, mother is by; + Crow and caper, caper and crow, + There, little baby, there you go; + Up to the ceiling, down to the ground. + Backwards and forwards, round and round; + Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, + With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding! + + +CCCLXXXII. + + [The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,' + fol., London, 1611, p. 3.] + + To market, to market, + To buy a plum bun: + Home again, come again, + Market is done. + + +CCCLXXXIII. + + Dance to your daddy, + My little babby, + Dance to your daddy; + My little lamb. + + You shall have a fishy, + In a little dishy; + You shall have a fishy + When the boat comes in. + + +CCCLXXXIV. + + Tom shall have a new bonnet, + With blue ribbands to tie on it, + With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby, + Who so like to Tommy's daddy? + + +CCCLXXXV. + + Bye, baby bumpkin, + Where's Tony Lumpkin? + My lady's on her death-bed, + With eating half a pumpkin. + + +CCCLXXXVI. + + [From 'The Pleasant Com[oe]die of Patient Grissell,' 1603.] + + Hush, hush, hush, hush! + And I dance mine own child, + And I dance mine own child, + Hush, hush, hush, hush! + + +CCCLXXXVII. + + Hush thee, my babby, + Lie still with thy daddy, + Thy mammy has gone to the mill, + To grind thee some wheat, + To make thee some meat, + And so, my dear babby, lie still. + + +CCCLXXXVIII. + + Hey, my kitten, my kitten, + And hey, my kitten, my deary! + Such a sweet pet as this + Was neither far nor neary. + + Here we go up, up, up, + And here we go down, down, downy; + And here we go backwards and forwards, + And here we go round, round, roundy. + + +CCCLXXXIX. + + I won't be my father's Jack, + I won't be my mother's Gill, + I will be the fiddler's wife, + And have music when I will. + T'other little tune, + T'other little tune, + Pr'ythee, love, play me + T'other little tune. + + +CCCXC. + + Danty baby diddy, + What can a mammy do wid'e, + But sit in a lap, + And give 'un a pap? + Sing danty baby diddy. + + +CCCXCI. + + Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; + Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; + And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; + And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king. + + +CCCXCII. + + Bye, O my baby! + When I was a lady, + O then my poor baby did'nt cry! + But my baby is weeping, + For want of good keeping, + Oh, I fear my poor baby will die! + + +CCCXCIII. + + Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb, + Hush-a-bye a milk cow, + You shall have a little stick + To beat the naughty bow-wow. + + +CCCXCIV. + + Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, + When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, + When the bough bends, the cradle will fall, + Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all. + + +CCCXCV. + + Ride, baby, ride, + Pretty baby shall ride, + And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side, + And little pussy-cat tied to the other, + And away she shall ride to see her grandmother, + To see her grandmother, + To see her grandmother. + + +CCCXCVI. + + Bye, baby bunting, + Daddy's gone a hunting, + To get a little hare's skin + To wrap a baby bunting in. + + +CCCXCVII. + + Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em, + Why did they vex my baby? + Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey, + And cuddle your nurse, my deary. + + +CCCXCVIII. + + My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy, + My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy; + Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby, + Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd. + + +CCCXCIX. + + [A favourite lullaby in the north of England fifty years ago, + and perhaps still heard. The last word is pronounced _bee_.] + + Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep, + It grieves me sore to see thee weep, + For when thou weep'st thou wearies me, + Hush-a-bye, lie still and _bye_. + + +CCCC. + + [From _Yorkshire_ and _Essex_. A nursery-cry.--It is also + sometimes sung in the streets by boys who have small figures + of wool, wood, or gypsum, &c. of lambs to sell.] + + Young Lambs to sell! + Young Lambs to sell! + If I'd as much money as I can tell, + I never would cry--Young Lambs to sell! + + +CCCCI. + + [From _Yorkshire_. A nursery-cry.] + + Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie! + Come, my ladies, come and buy; + Else your babies they will cry. + + +CCCCII. + + To market, to market, + To buy a plum cake; + Home again, home again, + Ne'er a one baked; + The baker is dead and all his men, + And we must go to market again. + + +CCCCIII. + + Rock well my cradle, + And "bee baa," my son; + You shall have a new gown, + When ye lord comes home. + + Oh! still my child, Orange, + Still him with a bell; + I can't still him, ladie, + Till you come down yoursell! + + +CCCCIV. + + Where was a sugar and fretty? + And where was jewel and spicy? + Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle, + And we'll go away in a tricy! + + +CCCCV. + + I'll buy you a tartan bonnet, + And some feathers to put on it, + Tartan trews and a phillibeg, + Because you are so like your daddy. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +THIRTEENTH CLASS--JINGLES. + + +CCCCVI. + + [The first line of the following is the burden of a song in + the 'Tempest,' act i, sc. 2. and also of one in the 'Merchant + of Venice, act iii, sc. 2.] + + Ding dong bell, + Pussy's in the well! + Who put her in?-- + Little Tommy Lin. + Who pulled her out?-- + Dog with long snout. + What a naughty boy was that + To drown poor pussy-cat, + Who never did any harm, + But kill'd the mice in his father's barn. + + +CCCCVII. + + Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing? + How many holes in a skimmer? + Four and twenty,--my stomach is empty; + Pray, mamma, give me some dinner. + + +CCCCVIII. + + Cock a doodle doo! + My dame has lost her shoe; + My master's lost his fiddling stick, + And don't know what to do. + + Cock a doodle doo! + What is my dame to do? + Till master finds his fiddling stick, + She'll dance without her shoe. + + Cock a doodle doo! + My dame has lost her shoe, + And master's found his fiddling stick, + Sing doodle doodle doo! + + Cock a doodle doo! + My dame will dance with you, + While master fiddles his fiddling stick. + For dame and doodle doo. + + Cock a doodle doo! + Dame has lost her shoe; + Gone to bed and scratch'd her head, + And can't tell what to do. + + +CCCCIX. + + Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty; + The cat ran up the plum-tree. + I'll lay you a crown + I'll fetch you down; + So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty. + + +CCCCX. + + Little Tee Wee, + He went to sea + In an open boat; + And while afloat + The little boat bended, + And my story's ended. + + +CCCCXI. + + Sing, sing, what shall I sing? + The cat has eat the pudding-string; + Do, do, what shall I do? + The cat has bit it quite in two. + + +CCCCXII. + + [I do not know whether the following may have reference to the + game of handy-dandy, mentioned in 'King Lear,' act iv, sc. 6, + and in Florio's 'New World of Words,' 1611, p. 57.] + + Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy, + Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy; + He bought some at a grocer's shop, + And out he came, hop, hop, hop. + + +CCCCXIII. + + Tiddle liddle lightum, + Pitch and tar; + Tiddle liddle lightum, + What's that for? + + +CCCCXIV. + + Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl, + The table and the frame; + My master he did cudgel me + For speaking of my dame. + + +CCCCXV. + + Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John + Went to bed with his trowsers on; + One shoe off, the other shoe on, + Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John. + + +CCCCXVI. + + Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe. + Give me a pancake + And I'll go. + Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, ditter, + Please to give me + A bit of a fritter. + + +CCCCXVII. + + Feedum, fiddledum fee, + The cat's got into the tree. + Pussy, come down, + Or I'll crack your crown, + And toss you into the sea. + + +CCCCXVIII. + + Little Jack a Dandy + Wanted sugar-candy, + And fairly for it cried; + But little Billy Cook + Who always reads his book, + Shall have a horse to ride. + + +CCCCXIX. + + Hyder iddle diddle dell, + A yard of pudding's not an ell; + Not forgetting tweedle-dye, + A tailor's goose will never fly. + + +CCCCXX. + + Gilly Silly Jarter, + Who has lost a garter? + In a shower of rain, + The miller found it, + The miller ground it, + And the miller gave it to Silly again. + + +CCCCXXI. + + Hub a dub dub, + Three men in a tub; + And who do you think they be? + The butcher, the baker, + The candlestick-maker; + Turn 'em out, knaves all three! + + +CCCCXXII. + + Hey diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet, + The merchants of London they wear scarlet; + Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem, + So merrily march the merchantmen. + + +CCCCXXIII. + + Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee, + The fly shall marry the humble-bee. + They went to the church, and married was she, + The fly has married the humble-bee. + + +CCCCXXIV. + + Hey, dorolot, dorolot! + Hey, dorolay, dorolay! + Hey, my bonny boat, bonny boat, + Hey, drag away, drag away! + + +CCCCXXV. + + A cat came fiddling out of a barn, + With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm; + She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee, + The mouse has married the humble-bee; + Pipe, cat,--dance, mouse, + We'll have a wedding at our good house. + + +CCCCXXVI. + + Hey! diddle, diddle, + The cat and the fiddle, + The cow jumped over the moon; + The little dog laugh'd + To see the sport, + While the dish ran after the spoon. + + +CCCCXXVII. + + Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan, + I'll have a piper to be my good man; + And if I get less meat, I shall get game, + Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan. + + +CCCCXXVIII. + + Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee + Resolved to have a battle, + For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee + Had spoiled his nice new rattle. + Just then flew by a monstrous crow, + As big as a tar-barrel, + Which frightened both the heroes so, + They quite forgot their quarrel. + + +CCCCXXIX. + + Come dance a jig + To my Granny's pig, + With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy; + Come dance a jig + To my Granny's pig, + And pussy-cat shall crowdy. + + +CCCCXXX. + + Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot, + When is your wedding? for I'll come to't. + The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake, + Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late. + + +CCCCXXXI. + + Ding, dong, darrow, + The cat and the sparrow; + The little dog has burnt his tail, + And he shall be hang'd to-morrow. + + +CCCCXXXII. + + Little Dicky Dilver + Had a wife of silver, + He took a stick and broke her back, + And sold her to the miller; + The miller would'nt have her, + So he threw her in the river. + + +CCCCXXXIII. + + To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, + Home again, home again, dancing a jig; + Ride to the market to buy a fat hog, + Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. + + +CCCCXXXIV. + + Doodle, doodle, doo, + The princess lost her shoe; + Her highness hopp'd, + The fidler stopped, + Not knowing what to do. + + +CCCCXXXV. + + Rompty-iddity, row, row, row, + If I had a good supper, I could eat it now. + + +CCCCXXXVI. + + [Magotty-pie is given in MS. Lands. 1033, fol. 2, as a Wiltshire + word for a magpie. See also 'Macbeth,' act iii, sc. 4. The same + term occurs in the dictionaries of Hollyband, Cotgrave, and + Minsheu.] + + Round about, round about, + Magotty-pie, + My father loves good ale, + And so do I. + + +CCCCXXXVII. + + High, ding, cockatoo-moody, + Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee; + High, ding, straps of leather, + Two little puppy-dogs tied together; + One by the head, and one by the tail, + And over the water these puppy-dogs sail. + + +CCCCXXXVIII. + + [Our collection of nursery songs may appropriately be + concluded with the Quaker's commentary on one of the greatest + favourites--Hey! diddle, diddle. We have endeavoured, as far + as practicable, to remove every line from the present edition + that could offend the most fastidious ear; but the following + annotations on a song we cannot be induced to omit, would + appear to suggest that our endeavours are scarcely likely to + be attended with success.] + + "Hey! diddle, diddle, + The cat and the fiddle"-- + + Yes, thee may say that, for that is nonsense. + + "The cow jumped over the moon"-- + + Oh no! Mary, thee musn't say that, for that is a falsehood; + thee knows a cow could never jump over the moon; but a cow may + jump under it; so thee ought to say--"The cow jumped _under_ + the moon." Yes,-- + + "The cow jumped under the moon; + The little dog laughed"-- + + Oh Mary, stop. How can a little dog laugh? thee knows a + little dog can't laugh. Thee ought to say--"The little dog + _barked_--to see the sport," + + "And the dish ran after the spoon"-- + + Stop, Mary, stop. A dish could never run after a spoon; thee + ought to know that. Thee had better say--"And the _cat_ ran + after the spoon." So,-- + + "Hey! diddle, diddle, + The cat and the fiddle, + The cow jump'd _under_ the moon; + The little dog _bark'd_, + To see the sport, + And the _cat_ ran after the spoon!" + + + + +[Illustration] + +FOURTEENTH CLASS. + +LOVE AND MATRIMONY. + + +CCCCXXXIX. + + As I was going up Pippen-hill, + Pippen-hill was dirty, + There I met a pretty miss, + And she dropt me a curtsey. + + Little miss, pretty miss, + Blessings light upon you! + If I had half-a-crown a day, + I'd spend it all on you. + + +CCCCXL. + + Brave news is come to town, + Brave news is carried; + Brave news is come to town, + Jemmy Dawson's married. + + +CCCCXLI. + + Willy, Willy Wilkin, + Kissed the maids a-milking, + Fa, la, la! + And with his merry daffing, + He set them all a laughing. + Ha, ha, ha! + + +CCCCXLII. + + It's once I courted as pretty a lass, + As ever your eyes did see; + But now she's come to such a pass, + She never will do for me. + She invited me to her own house, + Where oft I'd been before, + And she tumbled me into the hog-tub, + And I'll never go there any more. + + +CCCCXLIII. + + Sylvia, sweet as morning air, + Do not drive me to despair: + Long have I sighed in vain, + Now I am come again, + Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,-- + Will you be mine or no? + + Simon pray leave off your suit, + For of your courting you'll reap no fruit, + I would rather give a crown + Than be married to a clown; + Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,-- + Go, for a booby, go. + + +CCCCXLIV. + + What care I how black I be, + Twenty pounds will marry me; + If twenty won't, forty shall, + I am my mother's bouncing girl! + + +CCCCXLV. + + "Where have you been all the day, + My boy Willy?" + "I've been all the day, + Courting of a lady gay: + But oh! she's too young + To be taken from her mammy." + + "What work can she do, + My boy Willy? + Can she bake and can she brew, + My boy Willy?" + "She can brew and she can bake, + And she can make our wedding cake: + But oh! she's too young + To be taken from her mammy." + + "What age may she be? What age may she be? + My boy Willy?" + "Twice two, twice seven, + Twice ten twice eleven: + But oh! she's too young + To be taken from her mammy." + + +CCCCXLVI. + + [This is part of a little work called 'Authentic Memoirs of + the little Man and the little Maid, with some interesting + particulars of their lives,' which I suspect is more modern + than the following. Walpole printed a small broadside + containing a different version.] + + There was a little man, + And he woo'd a little maid, + And he said, "little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? + I have little more to say, + Than will you, yea or nay, + For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded." + + The little maid replied, + Some say a little sighed, + "But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat? + Will the love that you're so rich in + Make a fire in the kitchen? + Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?" + + +CCCCXLVII. + + There was a little boy and a little girl + Lived in an alley; + Says the little boy to the little girl, + "Shall I, oh! shall I?" + + Says the little girl to the little boy, + "What shall we do?" + Says the little boy to the little girl, + "I will kiss you." + + +CCCCXLVIII. + + A cow and a calf, + An ox and a half, + Forty good shillings and three; + Is that not enough tocher + For a shoe-maker's daughter, + A bonny lass with a black e'e? + + +CCCCXLIX. + + O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller! + I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller. + + +CCCCL. + + As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks + Were walking out one Sunday, + Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, + "To-morrow will be Monday." + + +CCCCLI. + + Little Jack Jingle, + He used to live single: + But when he got tired of this kind of life, + He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife. + + +CCCCLII. + + When shall we be married, + My dear Nicholas Wood? + We will be married on Monday, + And will not that be very good? + What, shall we be married no sooner? + Why sure the man's gone wood![*] + + What shall we have for our dinner, + My dear Nicholas Wood? + We will have bacon and pudding, + And will not that be very good? + What, shall we have nothing more? + Why sure the man's gone wood! + + Who shall we have at our wedding, + My dear Nicholas Wood? + We will have mammy and daddy, + And will not that be very good? + What, shall we have nobody else? + Why sure the man's gone wood! + + [Footnote *: Mad. This sense of the word has long been + obsolete; and exhibits therefore, the antiquity of these + lines.] + + +CCCCLIII. + + Tommy Trot, a man of law, + Sold his bed and lay upon straw: + Sold the straw and slept on grass, + To buy his wife a looking-glass. + + +CCCCLIV. + + We're all dry with drinking on't. + We're all dry with drinking on't; + The piper spoke to the fiddler's wife, + And I can't sleep for thinking on't. + + +CCCCLV. + + "John, come sell thy fiddle, + And buy thy wife a gown." + "No, I'll not sell my fiddle, + For ne'er a wife in town." + + +CCCCLVI. + + Up hill and down dale; + Butter is made in every vale, + And if that Nancy Cook + Is a good girl, + She shall have a spouse, + And make butter anon, + Before her old grandmother + Grows a young man. + + +CCCCLVII. + + Jack in the pulpit, out and in; + Sold his wife for a minikin pin. + + +CCCCLVIII. + + Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see, + Did you see my wife looking for me? + She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it, + And dimity petticoats over her knee. + + +CCCCLIX. + + Rosemary green, + And lavender blue, + Thyme and sweet marjoram, + Hyssop and rue. + + +CCCCLX. + + "Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" + "Down in the forest to milk my cow." + "Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now; + When I send for thee, then come thou." + + +CCCCLXI. + + I am a pretty wench, + And I come a great way hence, + And sweethearts I can get none: + But every dirty sow, + Can get sweethearts enow, + And I, pretty wench, can get never a one. + + +CCCCLXII. + + Birds of a feather flock together, + And so will pigs and swine; + Rats and mice will have their choice, + And so will I have mine. + + +CCCCLXIII. + + [The practice of sowing hempseed on Allhallows Even is often + alluded to by earlier writers, and Gay, in his 'Pastorals,' + quotes part of the following lines as used on that occasion.] + + Hemp-seed I set, + Hemp-seed I sow, + The young man that I love, + Come after me and mow! + + +[Illustration] + +CCCCLXIV. + + Jack Sprat could eat no fat, + His wife could eat no lean; + And so, betwixt them both, you see, + They lick'd the platter clean. + + +CCCCLXV. + + Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor; + He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter; + He'd linen and woollen, and woollen and linen, + A little pig in a string cost him five shilling. + + +CCCCLXVI. + +THE KEYS OF CANTERBURY. + + Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury, + To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry, + If you will but walk abroad with me, + If you will but walk with me. + + Sir, I'll not accept of the keys of Canterbury, + To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry; + Neither will I walk abroad with thee, + Neither will I talk with thee! + + Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb, + To comb out your ringlets when I am from home, + If you will but walk with me, &c. + Sir, I'll not accept, &c. + + Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,[*] + One made in London, the other made in York, + If you will but walk with me, &c. + Sir, I'll not accept, &c. + + Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell,[+] + To ring up your maidens when you are not well, + If you will but walk with me, &c. + Sir, I'll not accept, &c. + + Oh, my man John, what can the matter be? + I love the lady and the lady loves not me! + Neither will she walk abroad with me, + Neither will she talk with me. + + Oh, master dear, do not despair, + The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear, + And she will walk and talk with thee, + And she will walk with thee! + + Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest, + To count my gold and silver when I am gone to rest, + If you will but walk abroad with me, + If you will but talk with me. + + Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest, + To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest, + And I will walk abroad with thee, + And I will talk with thee! + + [Footnote *: This proves the song was not later than the era + of chopines, or high cork shoes.] + + [Footnote +: Another proof of antiquity. It must probably + have been written before the invention of bell-pulls.] + + +CCCCLXVII. + + _He._ If you with me will go, my love, + You shall see a pretty show, my love, + Let dame say what she will: + If you will have me, my love, + I will have thee, my love, + So let the milk-pail stand still. + + _She._ Since you have said so, my love, + Longer I will go, my love, + Let dame say what she will: + If you will have me, my love, + I will have thee, my love, + So let the milk-pail stand still. + + +CCCCLXVIII. + + On Saturday night, + Shall be all my care + To powder my locks + And curl my hair. + + On Sunday morning + My love will come in, + When he will marry me + With a gold ring. + + +CCCCLXIX. + + Master I have, and I am his man, + Gallop a dreary dun; + Master I have, and I am his man, + And I'll get a wife as fast as I can; + With a heighly gaily gamberally, + Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy, + Gallop a dreary dun. + + +CCCCLXX. + + I doubt, I doubt my fire is out, + My little wife isn't at home; + I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat, + And I'll go fetch my little wife home. + + +[Illustration] + +CCCCLXXI. + + Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window, + Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump! + He asked for admittance, she answered him "No!" + Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump! + "No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!" + Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump! + + +CCCCLXXII. + + Thomas and Annis met in the dark. + "Good morning," said Thomas. + "Good morning," said Annis. + And so they began to talk. + + "I'll give you," says Thomas, + "Give me," said Annis; + "I prithee, love, tell me what?" + "Some nuts," said Thomas. + "Some nuts," said Annis; + "Nuts are good to crack." + + "I love you," said Thomas. + "Love me!" said Annis; + "I prithee love tell me where?" + "In my heart," said Thomas. + "In your heart!" said Annis; + "How came you to love me there?" + + "I'll marry you," said Thomas. + "Marry me!" said Annis; + "I prithee, love, tell me when?" + "Next Sunday," said Thomas. + "Next Sunday," said Annis; + "I wish next Sunday were come." + + +CCCCLXXIII. + + Saw ye aught of my love a coming from ye market! + A peck of meal upon her back, + A babby in her basket; + Saw ye aught of my love a coming from the market? + + +CCCCLXXIV. + + [This nursery song may probably commemorate a part of Tom + Thumb's history, extant in a Little Danish work, treating of + 'Swain Tomling, a man no bigger than a thumb, who would be + married to a woman three ells and three quarters long.' See + Mr. Thoms' Preface to 'Tom & Lincoln,' p. xi.] + + I had a little husband, + No bigger than my thumb; + I put him in a pint pot, + And there I bid him drum. + + I bought a little horse, + That galloped up and down; + I bridled him, and saddled him, + And sent him out of town. + + I gave him some garters, + To garter up his hose, + And a little handkerchief, + To wipe his pretty nose. + + +CCCCLXXV. + + Can you make me a cambric shirt, + Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; + Without any seam or needlework? + And you shall be a true lover of mine. + + Can you wash it in yonder well, + Parsley, &c. + Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell? + And you, &c. + + Can you dry it on yonder thorn, + Parsley, &c. + Which never bore blossom since Adam was born? + And you, &c. + + Now you have ask'd me questions three, + Parsley, &c. + I hope you'll answer as many for me, + And you, &c. + + Can you find me an acre of land, + Parsley, &c. + Between the salt water and the sea sand? + And you, &c. + + Can you plough it with a ram's horn, + Parsley, &c. + And sow it all over with one pepper-corn? + And you, &c. + + Can you reap it with a sickle of leather, + Parsley, &c. + And bind it up with a peacock's feather? + And you, &c. + + When you have done and finish'd your work, + Parsley, &c. + Then come to me for your cambric shirt, + And you, &c. + + +CCCCLXXVI. + + Where have you been to-day, Billy, my son? + Where have you been to-day, my only man! + I've been a-wooing, mother; make my bed soon, + For I'm sick at heart, and fain would lay down. + + What have you ate to-day, Billy, my son? + What have you ate to-day, my only man? + I've ate an eel-pie, mother; make my bed soon, + For I'm sick at heart, and shall die before noon! + + +CCCCLXXVII. + + I married my wife by the light of the moon, + A tidy housewife, a tidy one; + She never gets up until it is noon, + And I hope she'll prove a tidy one. + + And when she gets up, she is slovenly laced, + A tidy, &c. + She takes up the poker to roll out the paste, + And I hope, &c. + + She churns her butter in a boot, + A tidy, &c. + And instead of a churnstaff she puts in her foot, + And I hope, &c. + + She lays her cheese on the scullery shelf, + A tidy, &c. + And she never turns it till it turns itself. + And I hope, &c. + + +CCCCLXXVIII. + + There was a little maid, and she was afraid, + That her sweetheart would come unto her; + So she went to bed, and cover'd up her head + And fasten'd the door with a skewer. + + +CCCCLXXIX. + + "Madam, I am come to court you, + If your favour I can gain." + "Ah, Ah!" said she, "you are a bold fellow, + If I e'er see your face again!" + + "Madam, I have rings and diamonds, + Madam, I have houses and land, + Madam, I have a world of treasure, + All shall be at your command." + + "I care not for rings and diamonds, + I care not for houses and lands, + I care not for a world of treasure, + So that I have but a handsome man." + + "Madam, you think much of beauty, + Beauty hasteneth to decay, + For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer + Will decay and fade away." + + +CCCCLXXX. + + Up street, and down street, + Each window's made of glass; + If you go to Tommy Tickler's house, + You'll find a pretty lass. + + +CCCCLXXXI. + + Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello. + To Mr. Punch, + To Mr. Joe, + To Mr. Nell, + To Mr. Lo. + Mr. Punch, Mr. Joe, + Mr. Nell, Mr. Lo, + To Mr. Punchinello. + + +CCCCLXXXII. + + Little John Jiggy Jag, + He rode a penny nag, + And went to Wigan to woo; + When he came to a beck, + He fell and broke his neck,-- + Johnny, how dost thou now? + + I made him a hat, + Of my coat-lap, + And stockings of pearly blue. + A hat and a feather, + To keep out cold weather; + So, Johnny, how dost thou now? + + +CCCCLXXXIII. [Cumberland courtship.] + + Bonny lass, canny lass, willta be mine? + Thou'se neither wesh dishes, nor sarrah (_serve_) the swine, + Thou sall sit on a cushion, and sew up a seam, + And thou sall eat strawberries, sugar, and cream! + + +CCCCLXXXIV. + + Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,[*] + They were two bonny lasses: + They built their house upon the lea, + And covered it with rashes. + + Bessy kept the garden gate, + And Mary kept the pantry: + Bessy always had to wait, + While Mary lived in plenty. + + [Footnote *: The common tradition respecting these celebrated + beauties is as follows:--"In the year 1666, when the plague + raged at Perth, these ladies retired into solitude, to avoid + infection; built on a small streamlet, tributary to the + Almond, in a sequestered corner called _Burn-brae_, a bower, + and lived in it together, till a young man, whom they both + tenderly loved, in his visits communicated to them the fatal + contagion, of which they soon after died."] + + +CCCCLXXXV. + + Jack and Jill went up the hill, + To fetch a pail of water; + Jack fell down, and broke his crown, + And Jill came tumbling after. + + +CCCCLXXXVI. + + Little Tom Dandy + Was my first suitor, + He had a spoon and dish, + And a little pewter. + + +CCCCLXXXVII. + + There was a little pretty lad, + And he lived by himself, + And all the meat he got + He put upon a shelf. + + The rats and the mice + Did lead him such a life, + That he went to Ireland + To get himself a wife. + + The lanes they were so broad, + And the fields they were so narrow, + He couldn't get his wife home + Without a wheelbarrow. + + The wheelbarrow broke, + My wife she got a kick, + The deuce take the wheelbarrow, + That spared my wife's neck. + + +CCCCLXXXVIII. + + Rowley Powley, pudding and pie, + Kissed the girls and made them cry; + When the girls begin to cry, + Rowley Powley runs away. + + +CCCCLXXXIX. + + Margaret wrote a letter, + Seal'd it with her finger, + Threw it in the dam + For the dusty miller. + Dusty was his coat, + Dusty was the siller, + Dusty was the kiss + I'd from the dusty miller. + If I had my pockets + Full of gold and siller, + I would give it all + To my dusty miller. + + _Chorus._ O the little, little, + Rusty, dusty, miller. + + +CCCCXC. + + Love your own, kiss your own. + Love your own mother, hinny, + For if she was dead and gone, + You'd ne'er get such another, hinny. + + +CCCCXCI. + + Here comes a lusty wooer, + My a dildin, my a daldin; + Here comes a lusty wooer, + Lily bright and shine a'. + + Pray, who do you woo, + My a dildin, my a daldin? + Pray, who do you woo, + Lily bright and shine a'? + + For your fairest daughter, + My a dildin, my a daldin; + For your fairest daughter, + Lily bright and shine a'. + + Then there she is for you, + My a dildin, my a daldin; + Then there she is for you, + Lily bright and shine a'. + + +CCCCXCII. + + O rare Harry Parry, + When will you marry? + When apples and pears are ripe. + I'll come to your wedding, + Without any bidding, + And dance and sing all the night. + + +CCCCXCIII. + + Blue eye beauty, + Grey eye greedy, + Black eye blackie, + Brown eye brownie. + + +CCCCXCIV. + + Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine? + Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine; + But sit on a cushion and sow a fine seam, + And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream! + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + +FIFTEENTH CLASS. + +NATURAL HISTORY. + + +CCCCXCV. + + The cuckoo's a fine bird, + He sings as he flies; + He brings us good tidings, + He tells us no lies. + + He sucks little birds' eggs, + To make his voice clear; + And when he sings "cuckoo!" + The summer is near. + + +CCCCXCVI. [A provincial version of the same.] + + The cuckoo's a vine bird, + A zengs as a vlies; + A brengs us good tidins, + And tells us no lies; + A zucks th' smael birds' eggs, + To make his voice clear; + And the mwore a cries "cuckoo!" + The zummer draws near. + + +CCCCXCVII. + + I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell, + I gave him some work, and he did it very well; + I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin, + He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin; + I sent him to the garden to pick some sage, + He tumbled down and fell in a rage; + I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer, + He came up again and said there was none there. + + +CCCCXCVIII. + + The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire, + The mistress snored loud as a pig: + Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire, + And struck up a bit of a jig. + + +CCCCXCIX. + + I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod, + It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod; + When I got there I gave a great shout, + Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out. + Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast, + He would not come to my house, I made a little feast, + I had but little, but I would give him some, + For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum. + + +D. + + Pit, Pat, well-a-day, + Little Robin flew away; + Where can little Robin be? + Gone into the cherry tree. + + +DI. + + Little Poll Parrot + Sat in his garret, + Eating toast and tea; + A little brown mouse, + Jumped into the house, + And stole it all away. + + +DII. + + [The snail scoops out hollows, little rotund chambers, in + limestone, for its residence. This habit of the animal is so + important in its effects, as to have attracted the attention + of geologists, and Dr. Buckland alluded to it at the meeting + of the British Association in 1841. See Chambers' 'Popular + Rhymes,' p. 43. The following rhyme is a boy's invocation to + the snail to come out of such holes.] + + Snail, snail, come out of your hole, + Or else I will beat you as black as a coal. + + +DIII. + + Sneel, snaul, + Robbers are coming to pull down your wall; + Sneel, snaul, + Put out your horn, + Robbers are coming to steal your corn, + Coming at four o'clock in the morn. + + +DIV. + + Burnie bee, burnie bee, + Tell me when your wedding be? + If it be to-morrow day, + Take your wings and fly away. + + +DV. + + Some little mice sat in a barn to spin; + Pussy came by, and popped her head in; + "Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?" + "Oh! no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off!" + + +DVI. + + The sow came in with the saddle, + The little pig rock'd the cradle + The dish jump'd over the table + To see the pot with the ladle. + The broom behind the butt + Call'd the dish-clout a nasty slut: + Oh! Oh! says the gridiron, can't you agree? + I'm the head constable,--come along with me. + + +DVII. + + "What do they call you?" + "Patchy Dolly." + "Where were you born?" + "In the cow's horn." + "Where were you bred?" + "In the cow's head." + "Where will you die?" + "In the cow's eye." + + +DVIII. + + As I went over the water, + The water went over me. + I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree: + The one called me a rascal, + The other called me a thief; + I took up my little black stick, + And knocked out all their teeth. + + +DIX. + + Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, + The best man among them durst not touch her tail; + She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, + Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now. + + +DX. + + [A Dorsetshire version.] + + 'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'twas a holiday, + Four and twenty tailors set out to hunt a snail; + The snail put forth his horns, and roared like a bull, + Away ran the tailors, and catch the snail who wull. + + +DXI. + + Croak! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think, + To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink, + I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales, + And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails; + Ho, ho! quoth the Frog, is that what you mean? + Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream, + There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too, + And then I shall have a good dinner like you. + + +DXII. + + Gray goose and gander, + Waft your wings together, + And carry the good king's daughter + Over the one strand river. + + +DXIII. + + Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? + I've been up to London to look at the queen. + Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? + I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair. + + +DXIV. + + I had a little dog, and they called him Buff; + I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff; + But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff, + So take that cuff, and that's enough. + + +DXV. + + All of a row, + Bend the bow, + Shot at a pigeon, + And killed a crow. + + +DXVI. + + The cock doth crow, + To let you know, + If you be wise, + 'Tis time to rise. + + +DXVII. + + There was an owl lived in an oak, + Wisky, wasky, weedle; + And every word he ever spoke + Was fiddle, faddle, feedle. + + A gunner chanced to come that way, + Wisky, wasky, weedle; + Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird." + Fiddle, faddle, feedle. + + +DXVIII. + + When the snow is on the ground, + Little Robin Red-breast grieves; + For no berries can be found, + And on the trees there are no leaves. + + The air is cold, the worms are hid, + For this poor bird what can be done? + We'll strew him here some crumbs of bread, + And then he'll live till the snow is gone. + + +DXIX. + + A pie sate on a pear-tree, + A pie sate on a pear-tree, + A pie sate on a pear-tree, + Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O! + Once so merrily hopp'd she, + Twice so merrily hopp'd she, + Thrice so merrily hopp'd she, + Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O! + + +DXX. + + [An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.] + + There was an old crow + Sat upon a clod: + There's an end of my song, + That's odd! + + +DXXI. + + Cuckoo, Cuckoo, + What do you do? + In April + I open my bill; + In May + I sing night and day; + In June + I change my tune; + In July + Away I fly; + In August + Away I must. + + +DXXII. + + "Robert Barnes, fellow fine, + Can you shoe this horse of mine?" + "Yes, good sir, that I can, + As well as any other man: + There's a nail, and there's a prod, + And now, good sir, your horse is shod." + + +DXXIII. + + Catch him, crow! carry him, kite! + Take him away till the apples are ripe; + When they are ripe and ready to fall, + Home comes [Johnny,] apples and all. + + +DXXIV. + + Dickery, dickery, dare, + The pig flew up in the air; + The man in brown soon brought him down, + Dickery, dickery, dare. + + +DXXV. + + Hickety, pickety, my black hen, + She lays eggs for gentlemen; + Gentlemen come every day + To see what my black hen doth lay. + + +DXXVI. + + Pussy sat by the fire-side + In a basket full of coal-dust; + Bas- + ket, + Coal- + dust, + In a basket full of coal-dust! + + +DXXVII. + + Little Robin Red-breast + Sat upon a rail: + Niddle naddle went his head, + Wiggle waggle went his tail. + + +DXXVIII. + + Little Robin Red-breast, + Sat upon a hirdle; + With a pair of speckled legs, + And a green girdle. + + +DXXIX. + + Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf, + Peter Henderson got the half; + Willy Wilkinson got the head, + Ring the bell, the calf is dead! + + +DXXX. + + Hie hie, says Anthony, + Puss in the pantry + Gnawing, gnawing + A mutton mutton-bone; + See now she tumbles it, + See now she mumbles it, + See how she tosses + The mutton mutton-bone. + + +DXXXI. + + A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig, + Or a pig without e'er a tail, + A sow-pig, or a boar-pig, + Or a pig with a curly tail. + + +DXXXII. + + Once I saw a little bird, + Come hop, hop, hop; + So I cried, little bird, + Will you stop, stop, stop? + And was going to the window, + To say how do you do? + But he shook his little tail, + And far away he flew. + + +DXXXIII. + + [The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and + is common in Yorkshire. See Hunter's 'Hallamshire Glossary,' + p. 56.] + + Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home, + Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone, + All but one that ligs under a stone, + Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone. + + +DXXXIV. + + Riddle me, riddle me, ree, + A hawk sate upon a tree; + And he says to himself, says he, + Oh dear! what a fine bird I be. + + +DXXXV. [Bird boy's song.] + + Eat, Birds, eat, and make no waste, + I lie here and make no haste; + If my master chance to come, + You must fly, and I must run. + + +DXXXVI. + + Pussy cat Mole, + Jump'd over a coal, + And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole. + Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk, + Until her best petticoat's mended with silk. + + +DXXXVII. + +As I went to Bonner, + I met a pig + Without a wig, +Upon my word and honour. + + +DXXXVIII. + + There was a little one-eyed gunner + Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer. + + +DXXXIX. + + There was a piper, he'd a cow, + And he'd no hay to give her + He took his pipes and played a tune, + Consider, old cow, consider! + + The cow considered very well, + For she gave the piper a penny, + That he might play the tune again, + Of corn rigs are bonnie! + + +DXL. + + As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin, + Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n, + "Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?" + "A spinning a doublet for my gude man." + "Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread," + "Oh no, Mrs. Puss, you'll bite off my head." + + +DXLI. + + Shoe the colt, + Shoe the colt, + Shoe the wild mare, + Here a nail, + There a nail, + Yet she goes bare. + + +DXLII. + + Betty Pringle had a little pig, + Not very little and not very big, + When he was alive he lived in clover, + But now he's dead, and that's all over. + So Billy Pringle he laid down and cried, + And Betty Pringle she laid down and died; + So there was an end of one, two, and three: + Billy Pringle he, + Betty Pringle she, + And the piggy wiggy. + + +DXLIII. + + Cock Robin got up early, + At the break of day, + And went to Jenny's window, + To sing a roundelay. + + He sang Cock Robin's love + To the pretty Jenny Wren, + And when he got unto the end, + Then he began again. + + +DXLIV. + + I had two pigeons bright and gay, + They flew from me the other day; + What was the reason they did go? + I cannot tell for I do not know. + + +DXLV. + + Jack Sprat's pig, + He was not very little, + Nor yet very big; + He was not very lean, + He was not very fat; + He'll do well for a grunt, + Says little Jack Sprat. + + +DXLVI. + + [The Proverb of Barnaby Bright is given by Ray and Brand as + referring to St. Barnabas.] + + Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur, + He always would bark if a mouse did but stir; + But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark, + He's condemn'd by the parson to be hanged by the clerk. + + +DXLVII. + + Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings, + Pussy cat eat the dumplings. + Mamma stood by, + And cried, Oh, fie! + Why did you eat the dumplings? + + +DXLVIII. + + The robin and the wren, + They fought upon the parrage pan; + But ere the robin got a spoon, + The wren had eat the parrage down. + + +DXLIX. + + Little Bob Robin, + Where do you live? + Up in yonder wood, sir, + On a hazel twig. + + +DL. + + The winds they did blow, + The leaves they did wag; + Along came a beggar boy, + And put me in his bag. + + He took me up to London, + A lady did me buy, + Put me in a silver cage, + And hung me up on high. + + With apples by the fire, + And nuts for to crack, + Besides a little feather bed + To rest my little back. + + +DLI. + + I had a little cow, to save her, + I turned her into the meadow to graze her; + There came a heavy storm of rain, + And drove the little cow home again. + The church doors they stood open, + And there the little cow was cropen: + The bell-ropes they were made of hay, + And the little cow eat them all away: + The sexton came to toll the bell, + And pushed the little cow into the well! + + +DLII. + + In the month of February, + When green leaves begin to spring, + Little lambs do skip like fairies, + Birds do couple, build, and sing. + + +DLIII. + + Pussy sits behind the fire, + How can she be fair? + In comes the little dog, + Pussy, are you there? + So, so, Mistress Pussy, + Pray how do you do? + Thank you, thank you, little dog, + I'm very well just now. + + +DLIV. + + The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do? + I can scarce maintain two. + Pooh, pooh, says the wren, I have got ten, + And keep them all like gentlemen! + + +DLV. + + Bow, wow, wow, + Whose dog art thou? + Little Tom Tinker's dog, + Bow, wow, wow. + + +DLVI. + + Pitty Patty Polt, + Shoe the wild colt! + Here a nail; + And there a nail; + Pitty Patty Polt. + + +DLVII. + + How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou, + Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou? + Hiss! bow, a wow, wow! + + +DLVIII. + + Bobbin-a-Bobbin bent his bow, + And shot at a woodcock and kill'd a yowe: + The yowe cried ba, and he ran away, + But never came back 'till midsummer-day. + + +DLIX. + + A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, (_tris_) + And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he; (_tris_) + A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree, + And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he. + + A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, (_tris_) + Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow, (_tris_) + A naughty, &c. + Determined, &c. + + This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew, (_tris_) + And his giblets shall make me a little pie too, (_tris_) + Oh, no! said ye sparrow I won't make a stew, + So he flapped his wings and away he flew! + + +DLX. + + Snail, snail, put out your horns, + I'll give you bread and barleycorns. + + +DLXI. + + [The following song is given in Whiter's 'Specimen, or a + Commentary on Shakespeare,' 8vo, London, 1794, p. 19, as + common in Cambridgeshire and Norfolk. Dr. Farmer gives another + version as an illustration of a ditty of Jacques in 'As You + Like It,' act ii, sc. 5. See Malone's Shakespeare, ed. 1821, + vol. vi, p. 398; Caldecott's 'Specimen,' 1819, note on 'As You + Like It,' p. 11; and Douce's 'Illustrations,' vol. i, p. 297.] + + Dame, what makes your ducks to die? + What the pize ails 'em? what the pize ails 'em? + They kick up their heels, and there they lie, + What the pize ails 'em now? + Heigh, ho! heigh, ho! + Dame, what makes your ducks to die? + What a pize ails 'em? what a pize ails 'em? + Heigh, ho! heigh, ho! + Dame, what ails your ducks to die? + Eating o' polly-wigs, eating o' polly-wigs. + Heigh, ho! heigh, ho! + + +DLXII. + + Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home, + Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone, + All but one, and her name is Ann, + And she crept under the pudding-pan. + + +DLXIII. + + Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, + Up went Pussy cat, and down went he; + Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran; + Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can." + Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall, + Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall, + Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say? + Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away. + + +DLXIV. + + There was a little boy went into a barn, + And lay down on some hay; + An owl came out and flew about, + And the little boy ran away. + + +DLXV. + + Snail, snail, shut out your horns; + Father and mother are dead: + Brother and sister are in the back yard, + Begging for barley bread. + + +DLXVI. + + I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen, + She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean: + She went to the mill to fetch me some flour; + She brought it home in less than an hour; + She baked me my bread, she brew'd me my ale, + She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale. + + +DLXVII. + + Pussey cat sits by the fire, + How did she come there? + In walks the little dog, + Says, "Pussey! are you there? + How do you do, Mistress Pussey? + Mistress Pussey, how d'ye do?" + "I thank you kindly, little dog, + I fare as well as you!" + + +DLXVIII. + + [A north country version of a very common nursery rhyme, sung + by a child, who imitates the crowing of a cock.] + + Cock-a-doodle-do, + My dad's gane to ploo; + Mammy's lost her pudding-poke, + And knows not what to do. + + +DLXIX. + + Higglepy Piggleby, + My black hen, + She lays eggs + For gentlemen; + Sometimes nine, + And sometimes ten, + Higglepy Piggleby, + My black hen! + + +DLXX. + + Pretty John Watts, + We are troubled with rats, + Will you drive them out of the house? + We have mice, too, in plenty, + That feast in the pantry; + But let them stay, + And nibble away; + What harm in a little brown mouse? + + +DLXXI. + + Jack Sprat + Had a cat, + It had but one ear; + It went to buy butter, + When butter was dear. + + +DLXXII. + + On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit, + I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet; + The cock sparrow flew over the table; + The pot began to play with the ladle. + + +DLXXIII. + + See, saw, Margery Daw, + The old hen flew over the malt house, + She counted her chickens one by one, + Still she missed the little white one, + And this is it, this is it, this is it. + + +DLXXIV. + + Hurly, burly, trumpet trase, + The cow was in the market place, + Some goes far, and some goes near, + But where shall this poor henchman steer? + + +DLXXV. + + There was an old woman had three cows, + Rosy, and Colin, and Dun; + Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair, + And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair + And there was an end of her three cows, + Rosy, and Colin, and Dun. + + +DLXXVI. + + I'll away yhame, + And tell my dame, + That all my geese + Are gane but yane; + And it's a steg (_gander_), + And it's lost a leg; + And it'll be gane + By I get yhame. + + +DLXXVII. + + [Imitated from a pigeon.] + + Curr dhoo, curr dhoo, + Love me, and I'll love you! + + +DLXXVIII. + + I like little pussy, her coat is so warm, + And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm; + So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away, + But pussy and I very gently will play. + + +DLXXIX. + + Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin, + To see the cold winter come in, + Tit, for tat, what matter for that, + He'll hide his head under his wing! + + +DLXXX. + + The pettitoes are little feet, + And the little feet not big; + Great feet belong to the grunting hog, + And the pettitoes to the little pig. + + +DLXXXI. + + Charley Warley had a cow. + Black and white about the brow; + Open the gate and let her go through, + Charley Warley's old cow! + + +DLXXXII. + + I had a little cow; + Hey-diddle, ho-diddle! + I had a little cow, and it had a little calf, + Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song half. + + I had a little cow; + Hey-diddle, ho-diddle! + I had a little cow, and I drove it to the stall; + Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song all! + + +DLXXXIII. + + _The Cock._ Lock the dairy door, + Lock the dairy door! + _The Hen._ Chickle, chackle, chee, + I haven't got the key! + + +DLXXXIV. + + I had a little pony, + His name was Dapple-gray, + I lent him to a lady, + To ride a mile away; + She whipped him, she slashed him, + She rode him through the mire; + I would not lend my pony now + For all the lady's hire. + + +DLXXXV. + + Bah, bah, black sheep, + Have you any wool? + Yes, marry, have I, + Three bags full: + One for my master, + And one for my dame, + But none for the little boy + Who cries in the lane. + + +DLXXXVI. + + Hussy, hussy, where's your horse? + Hussy, hussy, gone to grass! + Hussy, hussy, fetch him home, + Hussy, hussy, let him alone. + + +DLXXXVII. + + Leg over leg, + As the dog went to Dover; + When he came to a stile, + Jump he went over. + + +DLXXXVIII. + + Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out, + My little dame is not at home! + I'll saddle my cock, and bridle my hen, + And fetch my little dame home again! + Home she came, tritty trot, + She asked for the porridge she left in the pot; + Some she ate and some she shod, + And some she gave to the truckler's dog; + She took up the ladle and knocked its head, + And now poor Dapsy dog is dead! + + +DLXXXIX. + + Little boy blue, come blow up your horn, + The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; + Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? + He's under the hay-cock fast asleep. + Will you wake him? No, not I; + For if I do, he'll be sure to cry. + + +DXC. + + Goosey, goosey, gander, + Where shall I wander? + Up stairs, down stairs, + And in my lady's chamber; + There I met an old man + That would not say his prayers; + I took him by the left leg, + And threw him down stairs. + + +DXCI. + + Goosy, goosy, gander, + Who stands yonder? + Little Betsy Baker; + Take her up, and shake her. + + + + +[Illustration] + +SIXTEENTH CLASS. + +ACCUMULATIVE STORIES. + + +DXCII. + + I sell you the key of the king's garden: + I sell you the string that ties the key, &c. + I sell you the rat that gnawed the string, &c. + I sell you the cat that caught the rat, &c. + I sell you the dog that bit the cat, &c. + + +DXCIII. + + [Traditional pieces are frequently so ancient, that + possibility will not be outraged by conjecturing the John + Ball of the following piece to be the priest who took so + distinguished a part in the rebellion temp. Richard II.] + + John Ball shot them all; + John Scott made the shot, + But John Ball shot them all. + + John Wyming made the priming, + And John Brammer made the rammer, + And John Scott made the shot, + But John Ball shot them all. + + John Block made the stock, + And John Brammer made the rammer, + And John Wyming made the priming, + And John Scott made the shot, + But John Ball shot them all. + + John Crowder made the powder, + And John Block made the stock, + And John Wyming made the priming, + And John Brammer made the rammer, + And John Scott made the shot, + But John Ball shot them all. + + John Puzzle made the muzzle, + And John Crowder made the powder, + And John Block made the stock, + And John Wyming made the priming, + And John Brammer made the rammer, + And John Scott made the shot, + But John Ball shot them all. + + John Clint made the flint, + And John Puzzle made the muzzle, + And John Crowder made the powder, + And John Block made the stock, + And John Wyming made the priming, + And John Brammer made the rammer, + And John Scott made the shot, + But John Ball shot them all. + + John Patch made the match, + John Clint made the flint, + John Puzzle made the muzzle, + John Crowder made the powder, + John Block made the stock, + John Wyming made the priming, + John Brammer made the rammer, + John Scott made the shot, + But John Ball shot them all. + + +DXCIV. + + 1. This is the house that Jack built. + + 2. This is the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 3. This is the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 4. This is the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 5. This is the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 6. This is the cow with the crumpled horn, + That toss'd the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 7. This is the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That tossed the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 8. This is the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kissed the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That tossed the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 9. This is the priest all shaven and shorn, + That married the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kissed the maiden all forlorn, + That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, + That tossed the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 10. This is the cock that crow'd in the morn, + That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, + That married the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kissed the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That tossed the dog, + That worried the cat, + That kill'd the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + 11. This is the farmer sowing his corn, + That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn, + That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, + That married the man all tatter'd and torn, + That kissed the maiden all forlorn, + That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, + That tossed the dog, + That worried the cat, + That killed the rat, + That ate the malt + That lay in the house that Jack built. + + +DXCV. + + [The original of 'The house that Jack built' is presumed to be + a hymn in _Sepher Haggadah_, fol. 23, a translation of which + is here given. The historical interpretation was first given + by P. N. Leberecht, at Leipsic, in 1731, and is printed in the + 'Christian Reformer,' vol. xvii, p. 28. The original is in + the Chaldee language, and it may be mentioned that a very fine + Hebrew manuscript of the fable, with illuminations, is in the + possession of George Offer, Esq. of Hackney.] + + 1. A _kid_, _a kid_, my father bought, + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 2. Then came _the cat_, and ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 3. Then came _the dog_, and bit the cat, + That ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 4. Then came _the staff_, and beat the dog, + That bit the cat, + That ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 5. Then came _the fire_, and burned the staff, + That beat the dog, + That bit the cat, + That ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 6. Then came _the water_, and quenched the fire, + That burned the staff, + That beat the dog, + That bit the cat, + That ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 7. Then came _the ox_, and drank the water, + That quenched the fire, + That burned the staff, + That beat the dog, + That bit the cat, + That ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 8. Then came _the butcher_, and slew the ox, + That drank the water, + That quenched the fire, + That burned the staff, + That beat the dog, + That bit the cat, + That ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 9. Then came _the angel of death_, and killed the butcher, + That slew the ox, + That drank the water, + That quenched the fire, + That burned the staff, + That beat the dog, + That bit the cat, + That ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + 10. Then came _the Holy One_, blessed be He! + And killed the angel of death, + That killed the butcher, + That slew the ox, + That drank the water, + That quenched the fire, + That burned the staff, + That beat the dog, + That bit the cat, + That ate the kid, + That my father bought + For two pieces of money: + A kid, a kid. + + The following is the interpretation: + + 1. The kid, which was one of the pure animals, denotes the + Hebrews. + + The father, by whom it was purchased, is Jehovah, who + represents himself as sustaining this relation to the Hebrew + nation. The two pieces of money signify Moses and Aaron, + through whose mediation the Hebrews were brought out of Egypt. + + 2. The cat denotes the Assyrians, by whom the ten tribes were + carried into captivity. + + 3. The dog is symbolical of the Babylonians. + + 4. The staff signifies the Persians. + + 5. The fire indicates the Grecian empire under Alexander the + Great. + + 6. The water betokens the Roman, or the fourth of the great + monarchies to whose dominions the Jews were subjected. + + 7. The ox is a symbol of the Saracens, who subdued Palestine, + and brought it under the caliphate. + + 8. The butcher that killed the ox denotes the crusaders, + by whom the Holy Land was wrested out of the hands of the + Saracens. + + 9. The angel of death signifies the Turkish power, by which + the land of Palestine was taken from the Franks, and to which + it is still subject. + + 10. The commencement of the tenth stanza is designed to show + that God will take signal vengeance on the Turks, immediately + after whose overthrow the Jews are to be restored to their + own land, and live under the government of their long-expected + Messiah. + + +DXCVI. + +"An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked +sixpence. 'What,' said she, 'shall I do with this little sixpence? I +will go to market, and buy a little pig.' As she was coming home, she +came to a stile: the piggy would not go over the stile. + +"She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to the dog, +'Dog! bite pig; piggy won't go over the stile; and I shan't get home +to-night.' But the dog would not. + +"She went a little further, and she met a stick. So she said, 'Stick! +stick! beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; +and I shan't get home to-night.' But the stick would not. + +"She went a little further, and she met a fire. So she said, 'Fire! +fire! burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig,' (_and so +forth, always repeating the foregoing words_.) But the fire would not. + +"She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said, +'Water! water! quench fire; fire won't burn stick,' &c. But the water +would not. + +"She went a little further, and she met an ox. So she said, 'Ox! ox! +drink water; water won't quench fire' &c. But the ox would not. + +"She went a little further, and she met a butcher. So she said, +'Butcher! butcher! kill ox; ox won't drink water,' &c. But the butcher +would not. + +"She went a little further, and she met a rope. So she said, 'Rope! +rope! hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox,' &c. But the rope would +not. + +"She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said, 'Rat! rat! +gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher,' &c. But the rat would not. + +"She went a little further, and she met a cat. So she said, 'Cat! cat! +kill rat; rat won't gnaw rope,' &c. But the cat said to her, 'If you +will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill the +rat.' So away went the old woman to the cow. + +"But the cow said to her, 'If you will go to yonder haystack,[*] and +fetch me a handful of hay, I'll give you the milk.' So away went the +old woman to the haystack; and she brought the hay to the cow. + +"As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman the +milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat. + +"As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill +the rat; the rat began to gnaw the rope; the rope began to hang the +butcher; the butcher began to kill the ox; the ox began to drink the +water; the water began to quench the fire; the fire began to burn the +stick; the stick began to beat the dog; the dog began to bite the pig; +the little pig in a fright jumped over the stile; and so the old woman +got home that night." + + [Footnote *: Or haymakers, proceeding thus in the stead of + the rest of this paragraph:--"And fetch me a wisp of hay, + I'll give you the milk.--So away the old woman went, but the + haymakers said to her,--If you will go to yonder stream, and + fetch us a bucket of water, we'll give you the hay. So away + the old woman went, but when she got to the stream, she found + the bucket was full of holes. So she covered the bottom with + pebbles, and then filled the bucket with water, and away she + went back with it to the haymakers; and they gave her a wisp + of hay."] + + +DXCVII. + +Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse both lived in a house, +Titty Mouse went a leasing, and Tatty Mouse went a leasing, + So they both went a leasing. + +Titty Mouse leased an ear of corn, and Tatty Mouse + leased an ear of corn, + So they both leased an ear of corn. + +Titty Mouse made a pudding, and Tatty Mouse made a pudding, + So they both made a pudding. + +And Tatty Mouse put her pudding into the pot to boil, +But when Titty went to put hers in, the pot tumbled over, + and scalded her to death. + +Then Tatty sat down and wept; then a three legged stool said, Tatty +why do you weep? Titty's dead, said Tatty, and so I weep; then said +the stool, I'll hop, so the stool hopped; then a besom in the corner +of the room said, Stool, why do you hop? Oh! said the stool, Titty's +dead, and Tatty weeps, and so I hop; then said the besom, I'll sweep, +so the besom began to sweep; then said the door, Besom, why do you +sweep? Oh! said the besom, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the +stool hops, and so I sweep; then said the door, I'll jar, so the door +jarred; then said the window, Door, why do you jar? Oh! said the +door, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom +sweeps, and so I jar; then said the window, I'll creak, so the window +creaked; now there was an old form outside the house, and when the +window creaked, the form said, Window, why do you creak? Oh! said the +window, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the +besom sweeps, the door jars, and so I creak; then said the old form, +I'll run round the house, then the old form ran round the house; now +there was a fine large walnut tree growing by the cottage, and the +tree said to the form, Form, why do you run round the house? Oh! said +the form, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the +besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, and so I run round +the house; then said the walnut tree, I'll shed my leaves, so the +walnut tree shed all its beautiful green leaves; now there was a +little bird perched on one of the boughs of the tree, and when all the +leaves fell, it said, Walnut tree, why do you shed your leaves? Oh! +said the tree, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the +besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs +round the house, and so I shed my leaves; then said the little bird, +I'll moult all my feathers, so he moulted all his pretty feathers; now +there was a little girl walking below, carrying a jug of milk for her +brothers' and sisters' supper, and when she saw the poor little bird +moult all its feathers, she said, Little bird, why do you moult all +your feathers? Oh! said the little bird, Titty's dead, and Tatty +weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the +window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree +sheds its leaves, and so I moult all my feathers; then said the little +girl, I'll spill the milk, so she dropt the pitcher and spilt +the milk; now there was an old man just by on the top of a ladder +thatching a rick, and when he saw the little girl spill the milk, he +said, Little girl, what do you mean by spilling the milk, your little +brothers and sisters must go without their supper; then said the +little girl, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the +besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs +round the house, the walnut tree sheds all its leaves, the little bird +moults all its feathers, and so I spill the milk; Oh! said the old +man, then I'll tumble off the ladder and break my neck, so he tumbled +off the ladder and broke his neck; and when the old man broke his +neck, the great walnut tree fell down with a crash, and upset the old +form and house, and the house falling knocked the window out, and the +window knocked the door down, and the door upset the besom, the besom +upset the stool, and poor little Tatty Mouse was buried beneath the +ruins. + + + + +[Illustration] + +SEVENTEENTH CLASS--LOCAL. + + +DXCVIII. + + There was a little nobby colt, + His name was Nobby Gray; + His head was made of pouce straw, + His tail was made of hay; + He could ramble, he could trot, + He could carry a mustard-pot, + Round the town of Woodstock, + Hey, Jenny, hey! + + +DXCIX. + + King's Sutton is a pretty town, + And lies all in a valley; + There is a pretty ring of bells, + Besides a bowling-alley: + Wine and liquor in good store, + Pretty maidens plenty; + Can a man desire more? + There ain't such a town in twenty. + + +DC. + + The little priest of Felton, + The little priest of Felton, + He kill'd a mouse within his house, + And ne'er a one to help him. + + +DCI. + + [The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in + his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called _Leap + Candle_, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and + Traditions,' p. 96.] + + The tailor of Bicester, + He has but one eye; + He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins, + If he were to try. + + +DCII. + + Dick and Tom, Will and John, + Brought me from Nottingham. + + +DCIII. + + At Brill on the Hill, + The wind blows shrill, + The cook no meat can dress; + At Stow in the Wold + The wind blows cold,-- + I know no more than this. + + +DCIV. + + A man went a hunting at Reigate, + And wished to leap over a high gate; + Says the owner, "Go round, + With your gun and your hound, + For you never shall leap over my gate." + + +DCV. + + Driddlety drum, driddlety drum, + There you see the beggars are come; + Some are here, and some are there, + And some are gone to Chidley fair. + + +DCVI. + + Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born? + In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn. + A half-penny pudding, a penny pie, + A shoulder of mutton, and that love I. + + +DCVII + + My father and mother, + My uncle and aunt, + Be all gone to Norton, + But little Jack and I. + + A little bit of powdered beef, + And a great net of cabbage, + The best meal I have had to-day, + Is a good bowl of porridge. + + +DCVIII. + + I lost my mare in Lincoln lane, + And couldn't tell where to find her, + Till she came home both lame and blind, + With never a tail behind her. + + +DCIX. + + Cripple Dick upon a stick, + And Sandy on a sow, + Riding away to Galloway, + To buy a pound o' woo. + + +DCX. + + Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born? + Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn, + Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn. + + + + +[Illustration] + +EIGHTEENTH CLASS--RELICS. + + +DCXI. + + The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, + Cried "gobble, gobble, gobble:" + The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still, + Went hobble, hobble, hobble. + + +DCXII. + + Hink, minx! the old witch winks, + The fat begins to fry: + There's nobody at home but jumping Joan, + Father, mother, and I. + + +DCXIII. + + Baby and I + Were baked in a pie, + The gravy was wonderful hot: + We had nothing to pay + To the baker that day, + And so we crept out of the pot. + + +DCXIV. + + What are little boys made of, made of, + What are little boys made of? + Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails; + And that's what little boys are made of, made of. + What are little girls made of, made of, made of, + What are little girls made of? + Sugar and spice, and all that's nice; + And that's what little girls are made of, made of. + + +DCXV. + + If a body meet a body, + In a field of fitches; + Can a body tell a body + Where a body itches? + + +DCXVI. + + Charley wag, + Eat the pudding and left the bag. + + +DCXVII. + + Girls and boys, come out to play, + The moon doth shine as bright as day; + Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, + And come with your playfellows into the street. + Come with a whoop, come with a call, + Come with a good will or not at all. + Up the ladder and down the wall, + A halfpenny roll will serve us all. + You find milk, and I'll find flour, + And we'll have a pudding in half an hour. + + +DCXVIII. + + Hannah Bantry in the pantry, + Eating a mutton bone; + How she gnawed it, how she clawed it, + When she found she was alone! + + +DCXIX. + + Rain, rain, go away, + Come again another day; + Little Arthur wants to play. + + +DCXX. + + Little girl, little girl, where have you been? + Gathering roses to give to the queen. + Little girl, little girl, what gave she you? + She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe. + + +DCXXI. + + Hark, hark, + The dogs do bark, + Beggars are coming to town; + Some in jags, + Some in rags, + And some in velvet gowns. + + +DCXXII. + + We're all in the dumps, + For diamonds are trumps; + The kittens are gone to St. Paul's! + The babies are bit, + The moon's in a fit, + And the houses are built without walls. + + +DCXXIII. + + What's the news of the day, + Good neighbour, I pray? + They say the balloon + Is gone up to the moon. + + +DCXXIV. + + Little Mary Ester, + Sat upon a tester, + Eating of curds and whey; + There came a little spider, + And sat him down beside her, + And frightened Mary Ester away. + + +DCXXV. + + Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang? + At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang. + + +DCXXVI. + + Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going? + I'll go with you, if I may. + I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing, + I'm going to help them make hay. + + +DCXXVII. + + To market, to market, a gallop, a trot, + To buy some meat to put in the pot; + Threepence a quarter, a groat a side, + If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died. + + +DCXXVIII. + + Come, let's to bed, + Says Sleepy-head; + Tarry a while, says Slow: + Put on the pot, + Says Greedy-gut, + Let's sup before we go. + + +DCXXIX. + + How many days has my baby to play? + Saturday, Sunday, Monday, + Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, + Saturday, Sunday, Monday. + + +DCXXX. + + Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town, + In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown. + + +DCXXXI. + + Little Tom Tucker + Sings for his supper; + What shall he eat? + White bread and butter. + How shall he cut it + Without e'er a knife? + How will he be married + Without e'er a wife? + + +DCXXXII. + + I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick, + And I can weave diaper thin, + I can weave diaper out of doors + And I can weave diaper in. + + +DCXXXIII. + + [The following is quoted in the song of Mad Tom. See my + introduction to Shakespeare's Mids. Night's Dream, p. 55.] + + The man in the moon drinks claret, + But he is a dull Jack-a-Dandy; + Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot, + He should learn to drink cider and brandy. + + +DCXXXIV. + + [A marching air.] + + Darby and Joan were dress'd in black, + Sword and buckle behind their back; + Foot for foot, and knee for knee, + Turn about Darby's company. + + +DCXXXV. + + Barber, barber, shave a pig, + How many hairs will make a wig? + "Four and twenty, that's enough." + Give the barber a pinch of snuff. + + +DCXXXVI. + + If all the seas were one sea, + What a _great_ sea that would be! + And if all the trees were one tree, + What a _great_ tree that would be! + And if all the axes were one axe, + What a _great_ axe that would be! + And if all the men were one man, + What a _great_ man he would be! + And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe, + And cut down the _great_ tree, + And let it fall into the _great_ sea, + What a splish splash _that_ would be! + + +DCXXXVII. + + I had a little moppet, + I put it in my pocket, + And fed it with corn and hay; + Then came a proud beggar, + And swore he would have her, + And stole little moppet away. + + +DCXXXVIII. + + The barber shaved the mason, + As I suppose + Cut off his nose, + And popp'd it in a basin. + + +DXXXCIX. + + Little Tommy Tacket, + Sits upon his cracket; + Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket; + Make him coat and jacket, + Trowsers to the knee. + And if you will not have him, you may let him be. + + +DCXL. + + Peg, peg, with a wooden leg, + Her father was a miller: + He tossed the dumpling at her head, + And said he could not kill her. + + +DCXLI. + + Parson Darby wore a black gown, + And every button cost half-a-crown; + From port to port, and toe to toe, + Turn the ship and away we go! + + +DCXLII. + + When Jacky's a very good boy, + He shall have cakes and a custard; + But when he does nothing but cry, + He shall have nothing but mustard. + + +DCXLIII. + + Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! + That the miller may grind his corn; + That the baker may take it, + And into rolls make it, + And send us some hot in the morn. + + +DCXLIV. + + The quaker's wife got up to bake, + Her children all about her, + She gave them every one a cake, + And the miller wants his moulter. + + +DCXLV. + + Wash, hands, wash, + Daddy's gone to plough, + If you want your hands wash'd, + Have them wash'd now. + + [A formula for making young children submit to the operation + of having their hands washed. _Mutatis mutandis_, the lines + will serve as a specific for everything of the kind, as + brushing hair, &c.] + + +DCXLVI. + + My little old man and I fell out, + I'll tell you what 'twas all about: + I had money, and he had none, + And that's the way the row begun. + + +DCXLVII. + + Who comes here? + A grenadier. + What do you want? + A pot of beer. + Where is your money? + I've forgot. + Get you gone, + You drunken sot! + + +DCXLVIII. + + Go to bed, Tom! + Go to bed, Tom! + Drunk or sober, + Go to bed, Tom! + + +DCXLIX. + + As I went over the water, + The water went over me, + I heard an old woman crying, + Will you buy some furmity? + + +DCL. + + High diddle doubt, my candle out, + My little maid is not at home: + Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog, + And fetch my little maid home. + + +DCLI. + + Around the green gravel the grass grows green, + And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen; + Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk, + And write their names with a pen and ink. + + +DCLII. + + As I was going to sell my eggs, + I met a man with bandy legs, + Bandy legs and crooked toes, + I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose. + + +DCLIII. + + Old Sir Simon the king, + And young Sir Simon the 'squire, + And old Mrs. Hickabout + Kicked Mrs. Kickabout + Round about our coal fire! + + +DCLIV. + + A good child, a good child, + As I suppose you be, + Never laughed nor smiled + At the tickling of your knee. + + +DCLV. + + Jacky, come give me thy fiddle + If ever thou mean to thrive; + Nay, I'll not give my fiddle, + To any man alive. + + If I should give my fiddle, + They'll think that I'm gone mad, + For many a joyful day + My fiddle and I have had. + + +DCLVI. + + Blenky my nutty-cock, + Blenk him away; + My nutty-cock's never + Been blenk'd to-day. + What wi' carding and spinning on't wheel, + We've never had time to blenk nutty-cock weel; + But let to-morrow come ever so sune, + My nutty-cock it sall be blenk'd by nune. + + +DCLVII. + + To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake, + Back again, back again, baby is late; + To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun, + Back again, back again, market is done. + + +DCLVIII. + + St. Thomas's-day is past and gone, + And Christmas is a-most a-come, + Maidens arise, + And make your pies, + And save poor tailor Bobby some. + + +DCLIX. + + How do you do, neighbour? + Neighbour, how do you do? + I am pretty well, + And how does Cousin Sue do? + She's pretty well, + And sends her duty to you, + So does bonnie Nell. + Good lack, how does she do? + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: INDEX] + + + Page + + A, B, C, and D, 16 + + A, B, C, tumble down D, 14 + + About the bush, Willy, 91 + + A carrion crow sat on an oak, 115 + + A cat came fiddling out of a barn, 219 + + A cow and a calf, 228 + + A diller, a dollar, 76 + + A dog and a cock, 61 + + A duck and a drake, 164 + + A for the ape, that we saw at the fair, 20 + + A good child, a good child, 314 + + A guinea it would sink, 174 + + A kid, a kid, my father bought, 288 + + A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, 271 + + A little old man and I fell out, 144 + + A little old man of Derby, 153 + + All of a row, 258 + + A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig, 262 + + A man of words and not of deeds, 70 + + A man of words and not of deeds, 71 + + A man went a hunting at Reigate, 301 + + A pie sate on a pear-tree, 259 + + Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake, 16 + + A pretty little girl in a round-eared cap, 92 + + A pullet in the pen, 71 + + A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose, 132 + + Around the green gravel the grass grows green, 314 + + Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, 123 + + As I look'd out o' my chamber window, 120 + + As I walk'd by myself, 11 + + As I was going along, long, long, 107 + + As I was going by Charing Cross, 9 + + As I was going o'er London Bridge, 121 + + As I was going o'er London Bridge, 133 + + As I was going o'er Tipple Tine, 122 + + As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge, 130 + + As I was going to St. Ives, 133 + + As I was going to sell my eggs, 314 + + As I was going up Pippen-hill, 224 + + As I was going up the hill, 106 + + As I was walking o'er Little Moorfields, 96 + + As I went over Lincoln Bridge, 131 + + As I went over the water, 313 + + As I went over the water, 256 + + As I went through the garden gap, 132 + + As I went to Bonner, 264 + + As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, 132 + + As soft as silk, as white as milk, 122 + + As the days grow longer, 73 + + As the days lengthen, 73 + + As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin, 265 + + As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, 229 + + Astra Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos, 77 + + A sunshiny shower, 73 + + A swarm of bees in May, 72 + + At Brill on the Hill, 301 + + At Dover dwells George Brown Esquire, 77 + + A thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching, 138 + + At the siege of Belle-isle, 6 + + Awake, arise, pull out your eyes, 158 + + Awa', birds, away! 117 + + A was an apple-pie, 19 + + A was an archer, and shot at a frog, 18 + + + Baby and I, 304 + + Bah, bah, black sheep, 279 + + Barber, barber, shave a pig, 309 + + Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur, 267 + + Barney Bodkin broke his nose, 204 + + Bat, bat, 172 + + Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 246 + + Betty Pringle had a little pig, 266 + + Birch and green holly, boys, 77 + + Birds of a feather flock together, 232 + + Black we are, but much admired, 129 + + Black within, and red without, 130 + + Blenky my nutty-cock, 315 + + Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!, 312 + + Blue eye beauty, 250 + + Bonny lass, canny lass, wilta be mine?, 246 + + Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear, 70 + + Bow, wow, wow, 270 + + Brave news is come to town, 225 + + Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother, 56 + + Buff says Buff to all his men, 158 + + Burnie bee, burnie bee, 254 + + Buz, quoth the blue fly, 105 + + Bye, baby bumpkin, 207 + + Bye, baby bunting, 210 + + Bye, O my baby, 209 + + + Can you make me a cambric shirt, 241 + + Catch him, crow! carry him, kite!, 260 + + Charley wag, 305 + + Charley Warley had a cow, 278 + + Clap hands, clap hands, 172 + + Clap hands, clap hands!, 176 + + Cock a doodle doo, 214 + + Cock-a-doodle-do, 274 + + Cock Robin got up early, 266 + + Come, butter, come, 136 + + Come dance a jig, 220 + + Come, let's to bed, 308 + + Come when you're called, 80 + + Congeal'd water and Cain's brother, 128 + + Cripple Dick upon a stick, 302 + + Croak! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think, 257 + + Cross patch, 79 + + Cuckoo, cherry tree, 173 + + Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?, 250 + + Curr dhoo, curr dhoo, 277 + + Cuckoo, Cuckoo, 260 + + Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk, 135 + + + Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town, 308 + + Dame, get up and bake your pies, 118 + + Dame, what makes your ducks to die?, 272 + + Dance, little baby, dance up high, 206 + + Dance, Thumbkin, dance, 155 + + Dance to your daddy, 206 + + Danty baby diddy, 208 + + Darby and Joan were dress'd in black, 309 + + Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John, 216 + + Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe, 217 + + Dick and Tom, Will and John, 300 + + Dickery, Dickery, dare, 261 + + Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see, 231 + + Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty, 215 + + Ding, dong, bell, 213 + + Ding, dong, darrow, 221 + + Doctor Faustus was a good man, 81 + + Doodle, doodle, doo, 221 + + Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan, 219 + + Draw a pail of water, 160 + + Driddlety drum, driddlety drum, 301 + + + Eat, birds, eat, and make no waste, 264 + + Eggs, butter, bread, 180 + + Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight, 13 + + Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess, 132 + + Elsie Marley is grown so fine, 97 + + Every lady in this land, 124 + + Eye winker, 193 + + + Father Johnson Nicholas Johnson's son, 79 + + Father Short came down the lane, 152 + + Feedum, fiddledum fee, 217 + + F for fig, J for Jig, 15 + + Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee, 218 + + Flour of England, fruit of Spain, 124 + + Flowers, flowers, high-do, 183 + + Formed long ago, yet made to-day, 131 + + For every evil under the sun, 74 + + Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, 256 + + Fox, a fox, a lummalary, 193 + + Friday night's dream, 75 + + + Gay go up and gay go down, 156 + + Gilly silly Jarter, 218 + + Girls and boys, come out to play, 305 + + Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em, 210 + + Good horses, bad horses, 175 + + Good Queen Bess was a glorious dame, 7 + + Goosey, goosey, gander, 281 + + Goosy, goosy, gander, 281 + + Go to bed first, a golden purse, 69 + + Go to bed Tom!, 313 + + Gray goose and gander, 257 + + Great A, little a, 15 + + Green cheese, yellow laces, 169 + + + Handy Spandy, Jack a dandy, 216 + + Hannah Bantry in the pantry, 305 + + Hark, hark, 306 + + Hector Protector was dressed all in green, 9 + + Heetum peetum penny pie, 188 + + Hemp-seed I set, 233 + + Here am I, little jumping Joan, 200 + + Here come I, 194 + + Here comes a lusty wooer, 249 + + Here comes a poor woman from baby-land, 183 + + Here goes my lord, 168 + + Here sits the Lord Mayor, 181 + + Here stands a post, 177 + + Here we come a piping, 184 + + He that goes to see his wheat in May, 74 + + He that would thrive, 72 + + Hey! diddle, diddle, 219 + + Hey! diddle, diddle, 222 + + Hey diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet, 218 + + Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?, 214 + + Hey, dorolot, dorolot, 219 + + Hey, my kitten, my kitten, 208 + + Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, 120 + + Hic, hoc, the carrion crow, 116 + + Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7, 16 + + Hickety, pickety, my black hen, 261 + + Hickory (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3), 174 + + Hickup, hickup, go away, 140 + + Hickup, snicup, 140 + + Hie hie, says Anthony, 262 + + Higglepy, Piggleby, 275 + + Higgledy piggledy, 126 + + High diddle ding, 9 + + High diddle doubt, my candle out, 313 + + High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding, 9 + + High, ding, cockatoo-moody, 222 + + Higher than a house, higher than a tree, 129 + + Highty cock O!, 173 + + Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green, 133 + + Hink, minx! the old witch winks, 303 + + Ho! Master Teague, what is your story?, 7 + + Hot-cross Buns!, 104 + + How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou?, 270 + + How does my lady's garden grow?, 106 + + How do you do, neighbour, 316 + + How many days has my baby to play?, 308 + + How many miles is it to Babylon?, 176 + + Hub a dub dub, 218 + + Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck, 122 + + Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall, 129 + + Hurly, burly, trumpet trase, 276 + + Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?, 280 + + Hush, hush, hush, hush, 207 + + Hush-a-bye a ba lamb, 209 + + Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, 209 + + Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep, 211 + + Hush thee, my babby, 207 + + Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, 205 + + Hyder iddle diddle dell, 217 + + + I am a gold lock, 165 + + I am a pretty wench, 232 + + I can make diet bread, 184 + + I doubt, I doubt my fire is out, 237 + + I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick, 309 + + I charge my daughters every one, 159 + + If a body meet a body, 304 + + If all the world was apple-pie, 198 + + If all the seas were one sea, 310 + + If a man who turnips cries, 204 + + If I'd as much money as I could spend, 117 + + If ifs and ands, 80 + + If wishes were horses, 69 + + If you love me, pop and fly, 135 + + If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger, 71 + + If you with me will go, my love, 236 + + I had a little castle upon the sea-side, 134 + + I had a little cow, 278 + + I had a little cow, to save her, 269 + + I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell, 252 + + I had a little dog, and they called him Buff, 258 + + I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen, 274 + + I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod, 253 + + I had a little husband, 240 + + I had a little moppet, 310 + + I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear, 4 + + I had a little pony, 279 + + I had two pigeons bright and gay, 266 + + I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep, 125 + + I have been to market, my lady, my lady, 108 + + I like little pussy, her coat is so warm, 277 + + I'll away yhame, 277 + + I'll buy you a tartan bonnet, 212 + + I'll sing you a song, 118 + + I'll tell you a story, 59 + + I lost my mare in Lincoln Lane, 302 + + I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable, 80 + + I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence, 102 + + I married my wife by the light of the moon, 243 + + In Arthur's court, Tom Thumb did live, 43 + + In fir tar is, 77 + + In July, 74 + + In marble walls as white as milk, 125 + + Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, 164 + + In the month of February, 269 + + I saw a peacock with a fiery tail, 201 + + I saw a ship a-sailing, 203 + + I sell you the key of the king's garden, 282 + + Is John Smith within?, 163 + + It's once I courted as pretty a lass, 225 + + I've a glove in my hand, 192 + + I went into my grandmother's garden, 121 + + I went to the toad that lies under the wall, 136 + + I went to the wood and got it, 119 + + I went up one pair of stairs, 168 + + I won't be my father's Jack, 208 + + I would if I cou'd, 198 + + + Jack and Jill went up the hill, 246 + + Jack be nimble, 166 + + Jack in the pulpit, out and in, 231 + + Jack Sprat, 275 + + Jack Sprat could eat no fat, 233 + + Jack Sprat's pig, 267 + + Jacky, come give me thy fiddle, 101 + + Jacky, come give me thy fiddle, 315 + + Jeanie, come tie my, 94 + + Jim and George were two great lords, 12 + + John Ball shot them all, 283 + + John, come sell thy fiddle, 231 + + John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!, 114 + + Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf, 262 + + Johnny shall have a new bonnet, 95 + + + King's Sutton is a pretty town, 300 + + + Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home, 272 + + Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home, 263 + + Legomoton, 81 + + Leg over leg, 280 + + Lend me thy mare to ride a mile?, 91 + + Let us go to the wood, says this pig, 170 + + Little Bob Robin, 268 + + Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, 93 + + Little boy blue, come blow up your horn, 281 + + Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?, 301 + + Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin, 277 + + Little Dicky Dilver, 221 + + Little General Monk, 13 + + Little girl, little girl, where have you been?, 306 + + Little Jack a dandy, 217 + + Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor, 234 + + Little Jack Jingle, 229 + + Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, 65 + + Little John Jiggy Jag, 245 + + Little King Boggen he built a fine hall, 41 + + Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?, 302 + + Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?, 232 + + Little Mary Ester, 307 + + Little Nancy Etticoat, 127 + + Little Poll Parrot, 254 + + Little Robin Red-breast, 261 + + Little Robin Red-breast, 262 + + Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, 273 + + Little Tee wee, 215 + + Little Tom Dandy, 247 + + Little Tom Dogget, 86 + + Little Tommy Tacket, 311 + + Little Tommy Tittlemouse, 41 + + Little Tom Tittlemouse, 61 + + Little Tom Tucker, 308 + + Lives in winter, 134 + + Lock the dairy door, 279 + + London bridge is broken down, 98 + + Long Legs, crooked thighs, 128 + + Love your own, kiss your own, 248 + + + Madam, I am come to court you, 244 + + Made in London, 121 + + Make three-fourths of a cross, 123 + + Margaret wrote a letter, 248 + + Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep, 163 + + Master I have, and I am his man, 237 + + Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, 136 + + May my geese fly over your barn?, 190 + + Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, 103 + + Miss one, two, and three could never agree, 17 + + Mistress Mary, quite contrary, 81 + + Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy, 66 + + Multiplication is vexation, 78 + + My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy, 210 + + My dear, do you know, 35 + + My father and mother, 302 + + My father he died, but I can't tell you how, 92 + + My father he left me, just as he was able, 138 + + My father left me three acres of land, 109 + + My father was a Frenchman, 180 + + My grandmother sent me a new-fashioned, &c., 139 + + My lady Wind, my lady Wind, 60 + + My little old man and I fell out, 312 + + My maid Mary, 104 + + My mother and your mother, 195 + + My story's ended, 79 + + My true love lives far from me, 201 + + + Nature requires five, 69 + + Needles and pins, needles and pins, 73 + + Now we dance, looby, looby, looby, 190 + + Number number nine, this hoop's mine, 168 + + + Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see, 102 + + Oh, dear, what can the matter be?, 152 + + Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello, 245 + + Oh, where are you going, 82 + + Old Abram Brown is dead and gone, 60 + + Old Betty Blue, 146 + + Old father Graybeard, 134 + + Old Father of the Pye, 99 + + Old King Cole, 1 + + Old Mother Goose, when, 56 + + Old mother Hubbard, 146 + + Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag, 144 + + Old Sir Simon the king, 314 + + Old mother Twitchett had but one eye, 125 + + Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?, 143 + + Once I saw a little bird, 263 + + Once upon a time there was an old sow, 37 + + On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit, 276 + + One, 2, 3, 4, 5, 15 + + One-ery, two-ery, 154 + + One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum, 167 + + One misty moisty morning, 84 + + One moonshiny night, 3 + + One's none, 15 + + One old Oxford ox opening oysters, 175 + + One to make ready, 156 + + One, two, 17 + + One, two, three, 14 + + On Saturday night, 237 + + O rare Harry Parry, 249 + + O that I was where I would be, 196 + + O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller, 229 + + Our saucy boy Dick, 66 + + Over the water, and over the lee, 8 + + + Pancakes and fritters, 108 + + Parson Darby wore a black gown, 311 + + Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!, 18 + + Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold, 130 + + Pease-pudding hot, 158 + + Peg, Peg, wish a wooden leg, 311 + + Pemmy was a pretty girl, 63 + + Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper, 138 + + Peter White will ne'er go right, 196 + + Pit, Pat, well-a-day, 253 + + Pitty Patty Polt, 270 + + Please to remember, 7 + + Polly, put the kettle on, 83 + + Poor old Robinson Crusoe!, 10 + + Pretty John Watts, 275 + + Punch and Judy, 32 + + Purple, yellow, red, and green, 129 + + Pussey cat sits by the fire, 274 + + Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot, 220 + + Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings, 267 + + Pussy cat Mole, 264 + + Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been, 257 + + Pussy sat by the fire-side, 261 + + Pussy sits behind the fire, 269 + + + Queen Anne, queen Anne, you sit in the sun, 161 + + + Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie, 211 + + Rain, Rain, go away, 305 + + Riddle me, riddle me, ree, 263 + + Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, 165 + + Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, 166 + + Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, 170 + + Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross, 170 + + Ride baby, ride, 210 + + Ring me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3), 170 + + Ring the bell!, 182 + + Robert Barnes, fellow fine, 260 + + Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round, 139 + + Robin-a-Bobin bent his bow, 271 + + Robin and Richard were two pretty men, 59 + + Robin Hood, Robin Hood, 3 + + Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben, 33 + + Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green, 209 + + Rock well my cradle, 212 + + Rompty-iddity, row, row, row, 222 + + Rosemary green, 232 + + Round about, round about, 222 + + Rowley Powley, pudding and pie, 248 + + Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out, 280 + + + Saw ye aught of my love a coming from ye market, 240 + + Says t'auld man tit oak tree, 89 + + See a pin and pick it up, 69 + + See, saw, Margery Daw, 164 + + See, saw, Margery Daw, 165 + + See, saw, Margery Daw, 276 + + See, saw, sack-a-day, 8 + + See-saw, jack a daw, 176 + + See-saw sacradown, 177 + + See, see? what shall I see?, 133 + + Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang, 307 + + Shoe the colt, 265 + + Shoe the colt, shoe!, 180 + + Sieve my lady's oatmeal, 161 + + Simple Simon met a pieman, 31 + + Sing a song of sixpence, 90 + + Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl, 216 + + Sing, sing, what shall I sing?, 215 + + Solomon Grundy, 33 + + Some little mice sat in a barn to spin, 255 + + Some up, and some down, 95 + + Snail, snail, come out of your hole, 254 + + Snail, snail, put out your horns, 272 + + Snail, snail, shut out your horns, 273 + + Sneel, snaul, 254 + + Speak when you're spoken to, 80 + + St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, 68 + + St. Thomas's-day is past and gone, 316 + + Swan swam over the sea, 139 + + Sylvia, sweet as morning air, 226 + + + Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, 64 + + Tell tale, tit!, 76 + + Ten and ten and twice eleven, 121 + + The art of good driving 's a paradox quite, 75 + + The barber shaved the mason, 310 + + The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire, 253 + + The cock doth crow, 258 + + The cuckoo's a fine bird, 251 + + The cuckoo's a vine bird, 252 + + The dog of the kill, 195 + + The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?, 270 + + The fair maid who, the first of May, 75 + + The first day of Christmas, 184 + + The fox and his wife they had a great strife, 84 + + The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, 303 + + The king of France, and four thousand men, 5 + + The king of France, the king of France, with forty thousand men, 6 + + The king of France went up the hill, 5 + + The king of France, with twenty thousand men, 5 + + The keys of Canterbury, 234 + + The lion and the unicorn, 42 + + The little priest of Felton, 300 + + The man in the moon, 66 + + The mackerel's cry, 74 + + The man in the moon drinks claret, 309 + + The man in the wilderness asked me, 199 + + The moon nine days old, 127 + + The north wind doth blow, 96 + + The old woman and her pig, 292 + + The pettitoes are little feet, 278 + + The quaker's wife got up to bake, 312 + + There once was a gentleman grand, 22 + + There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, 33 + + There was a fat man of Bombay, 34 + + There was a frog lived in a well, 110 + + There was a girl in our towne, 119 + + There was a jolly miller, 42 + + There was a jolly miller, 107 + + There was a king, and he had three daughters, 65 + + There was a king met a king, 123 + + There was a little boy and a little girl, 228 + + There was a little boy went into a barn, 273 + + There was a little Guinea-pig, 200 + + There was a little maid, and she was afraid, 243 + + There was a little man, 36 + + There was a little man, 227 + + There was a little nobby colt, 299 + + There was a little one-eyed gunner, 264 + + There was a little pretty lad, 247 + + There was a man, and he had naught, 36 + + There was a man and he was mad, 203 + + There was a man, and his name was Dob, 190 + + There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone, 113 + + There was a man of Newington, 197 + + There was a man rode through our town, 130 + + There was a man who had no eyes, 127 + + There was a monkey climb'd up a tree, 11 + + There was an old crow, 259 + + There was an old man, 152 + + There was an old man of Tobago, 152 + + There was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row, 145 + + There was an old man, who lived in a wood, 150 + + There was an old woman, 144 + + There was an old woman, 144 + + There was an old woman, 149 + + There was an old woman, and what do you think?, 199 + + There was an old woman, as I've heard tell, 141 + + There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all, 153 + + There was an old woman had nothing, 200 + + There was an old woman had three cows, 276 + + There was an old woman had three sons, 150 + + There was an old woman, her name it was Peg, 143 + + There was an old woman in Surrey, 153 + + There was an old woman of Leeds, 145 + + There was an old woman of Norwich, 153 + + There was an old woman sat spinning, 143 + + There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket, 145 + + There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, 142 + + There was an owl lived in an oak, 258 + + There was a piper, he'd a cow, 265 + + There were three jovial Welshmen, 161 + + There were three sisters in a hall, 128 + + There were two birds sat on a stone, 106 + + There were two blackbirds, 167 + + The robin and the wren, 268 + + The rose is red, the grass is green, 6 + + The rose is red, the grass is green, 79 + + The sow came in with the saddle, 255 + + The tailor of Bicester, 300 + + The white dove sat on the castle wall, 97 + + The winds, they did blow, 268 + + They that wash on Monday, 72 + + Thirty days hath September, 78 + + Thirty white horses upon a red hill, 128 + + This is the house that Jack built, 285 + + This is the key of the kingdom, 174 + + This is the way the ladies ride, 189 + + This pig went to market, 172 + + This pig went to market, 182 + + This pig went to the barn, 183 + + Thomas and Annis met in the dark, 239 + + Thomas a Tattamus took two T's, 126 + + Three blind mice, see how they run!, 110 + + Three children sliding on the ice, 197 + + Three crooked cripples went through Cripplegate, 139 + + Three straws on a staff, 69 + + Three wise men of Gotham, 59 + + Thumb bold, 193 + + Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn, 182 + + Tiddle liddle lightum, 216 + + Tip, top, tower, 168 + + Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse, 295 + + Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!, 198 + + To Beccles! to Beccles!, 191 + + To make your candles last for a', 68 + + To market ride the gentlemen, 169 + + To market, to market, 206 + + To market, to market, 211 + + To market, to market, a gallop, a trot, 307 + + To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, 221 + + To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake, 315 + + Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, 167 + + Tom he was a piper's son, 99 + + Tommy kept a chandler's shop, 62 + + Tommy Trot a man of law, 230 + + Tom shall have a new bonnet, 207 + + Tom, Tom, the piper's son, 42 + + Trip and go, heave and hoe, 189 + + Trip trap over the grass, 177 + + Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes, 94 + + 'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'Twas a holiday, 256 + + Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee, 220 + + Twelve huntsmen with horns and hounds, 159 + + Twelve pears hanging high, 124 + + Two broken tradesmen, 171 + + Two legs sat upon three legs, 131 + + + Up at Piccadilly oh!, 89 + + Up hill and down dale, 231 + + Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window, 198 + + Up street, and down street, 244 + + + Wash hands, wash, 312 + + We are three brethren out of Spain, 178 + + Weave the diaper tick-a-tick tick, 166 + + We make no spare, 4 + + We're all dry with drinking on't, 230 + + We're all in the dumps, 306 + + What are little boys made of, 304 + + What care I how black I be, 226 + + What do they call you?, 255 + + What is the rhyme for poringer?, 10 + + What shoe-maker makes shoes without leather, 126 + + What's the news of the day, 306 + + When a Twister a twisting will twist him a twist, 137 + + When good king Arthur ruled this land, 2 + + When I was a little boy, I had but little wit, 81 + + When I was a little girl, about seven years old, 62 + + When I was taken from the fair body, 120 + + When I went up sandy hill, 134 + + When Jacky's a very good boy, 311 + + When shall we be married, 229 + + When the sand doth feed the clay, 75 + + When the snow is on the ground, 259 + + When the wind is in the east, 70 + + When V and I together meet, 78 + + Where are you going, my pretty maid?, 107 + + Where have you been all the day, 226 + + Where have you been to-day, Billy, my son, 242 + + Where was a sugar and fretty, 212 + + Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle, daughter dear, 117 + + Who comes here?, 313 + + Who goes round my house this night?, 155 + + Who is going round my sheepfold?, 173 + + Whoop, whoop, and hollow, 167 + + Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going, 307 + + Willy, Willy Wilkin, 225 + + William and Mary, George and Anne, 10 + + Wooley Foster has gone to sea, 105 + + + Yeow mussent sing a' Sunday, 73 + + Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window, 238 + + Young lambs to sell, 211 + + You shall have an apple, 89 + + +[Illustration: END] + + + * * * * * + + +Transcriber' Note: + +This book contains a lot of dialect, which has been retained. + +page 2: 'fidlers' agrees with scan; retained, despite 'fiddle' in same +poem. 17th century and older spelling was not necessarily standardised, +even within the same sentence. + +page 42: 'flee' is followed by 'Mr. Flea'. But 'flee' rhymes with 'Dee', +and has been retained. + +page 75, and Index: "driving 's": +"The art of good driving 's a paradox quite," agrees with both scans, +and has been retained. + +CCCLI. +The second small print explanatory note did not contain quote marks, +and they have not been added. + +CCCLIII. +The missing opening and closing quote marks in the explanatory note +are implied by the first quote marks ("Eleven going for twelve."), +but have not been added. + +CCCXCII. + +'did'nt' retained: "O then my poor baby did'nt cry!" + +CCCCXXXII. + +'would'nt' retained: "The miller would'nt have her," + + +Colons have been used extensively throughout the book, where, perhaps +a semi-colon would be used today. The colons have been retained, as +they seem to suggest a subtle nuance of meaning. + + +A few obvious punctuation errors have been repaired. +Old-fashioned, but correct, punctuation (which agrees with the scans) +has been retained. + + +There are, however, some apparently genuine typographical or +printer's errors. + + +Errata + +page iv: 'doggrel' corrected to 'doggerel': "the place of the ancient +doggerel" + +page 37: 'shin' corrected to 'chin': "No, no, by the hair of my chiny +chin chin." + +page 92: 'buble' corrected to 'bubble': "Jack sing saddle oh, + Blowsey boys bubble oh," + +page 110: Músicks' corrected to Musicks (accent not on orig. book cover) +(http://www.pbm.com/~lindahl/ravenscroft/deuteromelia/deut_01small.html) + +page 158: 'here' corrected to 'hear': "And hear what time of day;" + +page 222: 'scarely' corrected to 'scarcely': "that our endeavours are +scarcely likely to be attended with success." + +page 317: 'sat' corrected to 'sate': + "A pie sate on a pear-tree, 259" + +page 321: 'came' corrected to 'come': + "Girls and boys, come out to play, 305" + +page 332: 'thay' corrected to 'they': + "What do they call you?, 255" + + +Sundry "Index" entries have been relocated for consistency. + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Nursery Rhymes of England, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND *** + +***** This file should be named 32415-8.txt or 32415-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/2/4/1/32415/ + +Produced by David Edwards, Lesley Halamek and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Internet Archive) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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