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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) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<h2>THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/001-1000.jpg"><img src="images/001-320.jpg" alt="family portrait" /></a></div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/002-1000.jpg"><img src="images/002-320.jpg" alt="THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND, Collected by JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL." /></a></div> + +<h2>THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND:</h2> + +<h3>Collected by</h3> + +<h2>JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL.</h2> + +<h1>THE NURSERY RHYMES</h1> + +<h3>OF</h3> + +<h2>ENGLAND.</h2> + +<h3>BY JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL.</h3> + +<h3>WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W. B. SCOTT.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/003-258.jpg"><img src="images/003-58.jpg" alt="glyph - mounted wings and horseshoe" /></a></div> + +<h4>LONDON AND NEW YORK: FREDERICK WARNE AND CO.</h4> + +<h4>1886.</h4> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/004-1000.jpg"><img src="images/004-600.jpg" alt="decorative carving" /></a></div> + +<h2>PREFACE</h2> + +<h5>TO THE</h5> + +<h3>FIFTH EDITION.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/009-rule.png" width="150" height="25" alt="009_ rule" border="0" /></div> + +<p> +<img src="images/004-cap_t-40.png" align="left" hspace="1" alt="T" border="0" /> +<br style="line-height: 90%" /><b>HE</b> 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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="pageiv" id="pageiv"></a>[page iv]</span> +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 <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'doggrel'">doggerel</ins>.</p> + +<p>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 "<i>under</i>" instead +of "<i>over</i> the moon;" while of course the +little dog must be considered as "barking," +not "laughing" at the circumstance.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="pagev" id="pagev"></a>[page v]</span> + +<p>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.</p> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="pagevi" id="pagevi"></a>[page vi]</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="pagevii" id="pagevii"></a>[page vii]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/005-800.jpg"><img src="images/005-500.jpg" alt="nursery rhymes" /></a></div> + +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + +<table summary="Table of Contents" align="center" width="60%" border="0"> +<tr> + <td> </td> + <td class="right1a">PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>FIRST CLASS—HISTORICAL</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>SECOND CLASS—LITERAL</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page14">14</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>THIRD CLASS—TALES</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page22">22</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>FOURTH CLASS—PROVERBS</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page68">68</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>FIFTH CLASS—SCHOLASTIC</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page76">76</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>SIXTH CLASS—SONGS</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page82">82</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>SEVENTH CLASS—RIDDLES</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page119">119</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>EIGHTH CLASS—CHARMS</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page135">135</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>NINTH CLASS—GAFFERS AND GAMMERS</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page141">141</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>TENTH CLASS—GAMES</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page154">154</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td>ELEVENTH CLASS—PARADOXES<span class="pagenum"><a name="pageviii" id="pageviii"></a>[page viii]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page196">196</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>TWELFTH CLASS—LULLABIES</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page205">205</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>THIRTEENTH CLASS—JINGLES</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page213">213</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>FOURTEENTH CLASS—LOVE AND MATRIMONY</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page224">224</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>FIFTEENTH CLASS—NATURAL HISTORY</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page251">251</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>SIXTEENTH CLASS—ACCUMULATIVE STORIES</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page282">282</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>SEVENTEENTH CLASS—LOCAL</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page299">299</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>EIGHTEENTH CLASS—RELICS</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page303">303</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>INDEX</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page317">317</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/006-800.jpg"><img src="images/006-400.jpg" alt="a long way to go" /></a></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page1" id="page1"></a>[page 1]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/007-1000.jpg"><img src="images/007-500.jpg" alt="First Class--Historical" /></a></div> + +<h2>FIRST CLASS—HISTORICAL.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/plain_rule150.png" width="150" height="25" alt="plain rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>I.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/007-cap_o-30.png" width="30" height="55" hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>LD</b> King Cole</p> +<p class="i4">Was a merry old soul,</p> +<p>And a merry old soul was he;</p> +<p>He called for his pipe,</p> +<p>And he called for his bowl,</p> +<p>And he called for his fiddlers three.</p> +<p>Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,</p> +<p>And a very fine fiddle had he;</p> +<p>Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.</p> +<p>Oh, there's none so rare,</p> +<p>As can compare</p> +<p>With King Cole and his fiddlers three!</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1"> +[The traditional Nursery Rhymes of England commence with a legendary +satire on King Cole, who reigned in Britain, as the old chroniclers inform +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page2" id="page2"></a>[page 2]</span> +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:—</p> + +<div class="poem1"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Good King Cole,</p> +<p>He call'd for his bowl,</p> +<p>And he call'd for fidlers three:</p> +<p>And there was fiddle fiddle,</p> +<p>And twice fiddle fiddle,</p> +<p>For 'twas my lady's birth-day;</p> +<p>Therefore we keep holiday,</p> +<p>And come to be merry.]</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>II.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> good king Arthur ruled this land,</p> +<p class="i2">He was a goodly king;</p> +<p>He stole three pecks of barley-meal,</p> +<p class="i2">To make a bag-pudding.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A bag-pudding the king did make,</p> +<p class="i2">And stuff'd it well with plums:</p> +<p>And in it put great lumps of fat,</p> +<p class="i2">As big as my two thumbs.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The king and queen did eat thereof,</p> +<p class="i2">And noblemen beside;</p> +<p>And what they could not eat that night,</p> +<p class="i2">The queen next morning fried.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page3" id="page3"></a>[page 3]</span> + +<h3>III.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Robin Hood</b></span>, Robin Hood,</p> +<p>Is in the mickle wood!</p> +<p>Little John, Little John,</p> +<p>He to the town is gone.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Robin Hood, Robin Hood,</p> +<p class="i2">Is telling his beads,</p> +<p>All in the green wood,</p> +<p class="i2">Among the green weeds.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Little John, Little John,</p> +<p class="i2">If he comes no more,</p> +<p>Robin Hood, Robin Hood,</p> +<p class="i2">He will fret full sore!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>IV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following lines were obtained in Oxfordshire. The story to which it +alludes is related by Matthew Paris.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span> moonshiny night</p> +<p>As I sat high,</p> +<p>Waiting for one</p> +<p>To come by;</p> +<p>The boughs did bend,</p> +<p>My heart did ache</p> +<p>To see what hole the fox did make.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page4" id="page4"></a>[page 4]</span> + +<h3>V.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following perhaps refers to Joanna of Castile, who visited the court of +Henry the Seventh, in the year 1506.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little nut tree, nothing would it bear</p> +<p>But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;</p> +<p>The king of Spain's daughter came to visit me,</p> +<p>And all was because of my little nut tree.</p> +<p>I skipp'd over water, I danced over sea,</p> +<p>And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>VI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>We</b></span> make no spare</p> +<p>Of John Hunkes' mare;</p> +<p>And now I</p> +<p>Think she will die;</p> +<p>He thought it good</p> +<p>To put her in the wood,</p> +<p>To seek where she might ly dry;</p> +<p>If the mare should chance to fale,</p> +<p>Then the crownes would for her sale.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page5" id="page5"></a>[page 5]</span> + +<h3>VII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 19, written in the time of Charles I.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> king of France, and four thousand men,</p> +<p>They drew their swords, and put them up again.</p> +</div></div> + +<h3>VIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> king of France went up the hill,</p> +<p class="i2">With twenty thousand men;</p> +<p>The king of France came down the hill,</p> +<p class="i2">And ne'er went up again.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>IX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> king of France, with twenty thousand men,</p> +<p>Went up the hill, and then came down again;</p> +<p>The king of Spain, with twenty thousand more,</p> +<p>Climb'd the same hill the French had climb'd before.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page6" id="page6"></a>[page 6]</span> + +<h3>X.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> king of France, the king of France,</p> +<p class="i4">with forty thousand men,</p> +<p>Oh, they all went up the hill, and so—came</p> +<p class="i4">back again!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>At</b></span> the siege of Belle-isle</p> +<p>I was there all the while,</p> +<p>All the while, all the while,</p> +<p>At the siege of Belle-isle.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The tune to the following may be found in the 'English Dancing Master,' +1631, p. 37.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> rose is red, the grass is green,</p> +<p>Serve Queen Bess our noble queen;</p> +<p class="i4">Kitty the spinner</p> +<p class="i4">Will sit down to dinner,</p> +<p>And eat the leg of a frog;</p> +<p class="i4">All good people</p> +<p class="i4">Look over the steeple,</p> +<p>And see the cat play with the dog.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page7" id="page7"></a>[page 7]</span> + +<h3>XIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Good</b></span> Queen Bess was a glorious dame,</p> +<p>When bonny King Jemmy from Scotland came;</p> +<p>We'll pepper their bodies,</p> +<p>Their peaceable noddies,</p> +<p>And give them a crack of the crown!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XIV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The word <i>tory</i> 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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ho</b></span>! Master Teague, what is your story?</p> +<p>I went to the wood and kill'd a <i>tory</i>;</p> +<p>I went to the wood and kill'd another;</p> +<p>Was it the same, or was it his brother?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I hunted him in, and I hunted him out,</p> +<p>Three times through the bog, about and about;</p> +<p>When out of a bush I saw his head,</p> +<p>So I fired my gun, and I shot him dead.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Please</b></span> to remember</p> +<p>The fifth of November,</p> +<p class="i2">Gunpowder treason and plot;</p> +<p>I know no reason</p> +<p>Why gunpowder treason</p> +<p class="i2">Should ever be forgot.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page8" id="page8"></a>[page 8]</span> + +<h3>XVI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[Taken from MS. Douce, 357, fol. 124. See Echard's 'History of England,' +book iii, chap. 1.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span> saw, sack-a-day;</p> +<p>Monmouth is a pretie boy,</p> +<p class="i2">Richmond is another,</p> +<p>Grafton is my onely joy,</p> +<p>And why should I these three destroy,</p> +<p class="i2">To please a pious brother!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Over</b></span> the water, and over the lee,</p> +<p>And over the water to Charley.</p> +<p>Charley loves good ale and wine,</p> +<p>And Charley loves good brandy,</p> +<p>And Charley loves a pretty girl,</p> +<p>As sweet as sugar-candy.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Over the water, and over the sea,</p> +<p>And over the water to Charley,</p> +<p>I'll have none of your nasty beef,</p> +<p>Nor I'll have none of your barley;</p> +<p>But I'll have some of your very best flour;</p> +<p>To make a white cake for my Charley.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page9" id="page9"></a>[page 9]</span> + +<h3>XVIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The following is partly quoted in an old song in a MS. at Oxford, Ashmole, +No. 36, fol. 113.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going by Charing Cross,</p> +<p>I saw a black man upon a black horse;</p> +<p>They told me it was King Charles the First;</p> +<p>Oh dear! my heart was ready to burst!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>High</b></span> diddle ding,</p> +<p>Did you hear the bells ring?</p> +<p>The parliament soldiers are gone to the king!</p> +<p>Some they did laugh, some they did cry,</p> +<p>To see the parliament soldiers pass by.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>High</b></span> ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,</p> +<p>The parliament soldiers are gone to the king;</p> +<p>Some with new beavers, some with new bands,</p> +<p>The parliament soldiers are all to be hang'd.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hector Protector</b></span> was dressed all in green;</p> +<p>Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.</p> +<p>The Queen did not like him,</p> +<p>Nor more did the King:</p> +<p>So Hector Protector was sent back again.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page10" id="page10"></a>[page 10]</span> + +<h3>XXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following is a fragment of a song on the subject, which was introduced +by Russell in the character of Jerry Sneak.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Poor</b></span> old Robinson Crusoe!</p> +<p>Poor old Robinson Crusoe!</p> +<p>They made him a coat</p> +<p>Of an old nanny goat,</p> +<p class="i2">I wonder how they could do so!</p> +<p>With a ring a ting tang,</p> +<p>And a ring a ting tang,</p> +<p class="i2">Poor old Robinson Crusoe!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>What</b></span> is the rhyme for <i>poringer?</i></p> +<p>The king he had a daughter fair,</p> +<p>And gave the Prince of Orange her.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following nursery song alludes to William III and George prince of +Denmark.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>William</b></span> and Mary, George and Anne,</p> +<p>Four such children had never a man:</p> +<p>They put their father to flight and shame,</p> +<p>And call'd their brother a shocking bad name.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page11" id="page11"></a>[page 11]</span> + +<h3>XXV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A song on King William the Third.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I walk'd by myself,</p> +<p>And talked to myself,</p> +<p class="i2">Myself said unto me,</p> +<p>Look to thyself,</p> +<p>Take care of thyself,</p> +<p class="i2">For nobody cares for thee.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I answer'd myself,</p> +<p>And said to myself</p> +<p class="i2">In the self-same repartee,</p> +<p>Look to thyself,</p> +<p>Or not look to thyself,</p> +<p class="i2">The self-same thing will be.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXVI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a monkey climb'd up a tree,</p> +<p>When he fell down, then down fell he.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was a crow sat on a stone,</p> +<p>When he was gone, then there was none.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was an old wife did eat an apple,</p> +<p>When she had eat two, she had eat a couple.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page12" id="page12"></a>[page 12]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was a horse going to the mill,</p> +<p>When he went on, he stood not still.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was a butcher cut his thumb,</p> +<p>When it did bleed, then blood did come.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was a lackey ran a race,</p> +<p>When he ran fast, he ran apace.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was a cobbler clowting shoon,</p> +<p>When they were mended, they were done.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was a chandler making candle,</p> +<p>When he them strip, he did them handle.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was a navy went into Spain,</p> +<p>When it return'd it came again.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following may possibly allude to King George and the Pretender.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jim</b></span> and George were two great lords,</p> +<p class="i2">They fought all in a churn;</p> +<p>And when that Jim got George by the nose,</p> +<p class="i2">Then George began to gern.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page13" id="page13"></a>[page 13]</span> + +<h3>XXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> General Monk</p> +<p class="i4">Sat upon a trunk,</p> +<p>Eating a crust of bread;</p> +<p class="i4">There fell a hot coal</p> +<p class="i4">And burnt in his clothes a hole,</p> +<p>Now General Monk is dead.</p> +<p class="i4">Keep always from the fire:</p> +<p class="i4">If it catch your attire,</p> +<p>You too, like Monk, will be dead.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Eighty-eight</b></span> wor Kirby feight,</p> +<p class="i2">When nivver a man was slain;</p> +<p>They yatt their meaat, an drank ther drink</p> +<p class="i2">An sae com merrily heaam agayn.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/008-700.jpg"><img src="images/008-350.jpg" alt="bowl, with bunches of grapes, balancing on sceptre" /></a></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" id="page14"></a>[page 14]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/009-750.jpg"><img src="images/009-400.jpg" alt="Second Class--Literal" /></a></div> + +<h2>SECOND CLASS—LITERAL.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>XXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/007-cap_o-30.png" width="30" height="55" hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>NE</b>, two, three,</p> +<p class="i4">I love coffee,</p> +<p>And Billy loves tea.</p> +<p>How good you be,</p> +<p>One, two, three.</p> +<p>I love coffee,</p> +<p>And Billy loves tea.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>A</b>, <b>B</b>, <b>C</b>, tumble down <b>D</b>,</p> +<p>The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" id="page15"></a>[page 15]</span> + +<h3>XXXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[<i>Finis.</i>] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>F</b> for fig, <b>J</b> for jig,</p> +<p class="i2">And <b>N</b> for knuckle bones,</p> +<p><b>I</b> for John the waterman,</p> +<p class="i2">And <b>S</b> for sack of stones.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><b>1</b>, <b>2</b>, <b>3</b>, <b>4</b>, <b>5</b>!</p> +<p>I caught a hare alive;</p> +<p class="i2"><b>6</b>, <b>7</b>, <b>8</b>, <b>9</b>, <b>10</b>!</p> +<p>I let her go again.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Great A</b></span>, little a,</p> +<p class="i2"><b>B</b>ouncing <b>B</b>!</p> +<p>The cat's in the cupboard,</p> +<p class="i2">And she can't see.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span>'s none;</p> +<p><b>Two</b>'s some;</p> +<p><b>Three</b>'s a many;</p> +<p><b>Four</b>'s a penny;</p> +<p><b>Five</b> is a little hundred.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" id="page16"></a>[page 16]</span> + +<h3>XXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>A</b>, <b>B</b>, <b>C</b>, and <b>D</b>,</p> +<p>Pray, playmates, agree,</p> +<p><b>E</b>, <b>F</b>, and <b>G</b>,</p> +<p>Well so it shall be.</p> +<p><b>J</b>, <b>K</b>, and <b>L</b>,</p> +<p>In peace we will dwell</p> +<p><b>M</b>, <b>N</b>, and <b>O</b>,</p> +<p>To play let us go.</p> +<p><b>P</b>, <b>Q</b>, <b>R</b>, and <b>S</b>,</p> +<p>Love may we possess,</p> +<p><b>W</b>, <b>X</b>, and <b>Y</b>,</p> +<p>Will not quarrel or die.</p> +<p><b>Z</b>, and amperse-and,</p> +<p>Go to school at command.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickery</b></span>, dickery, <b>6</b> and <b>7</b>,</p> +<p>Alabone Crackabone <b>10</b> and <b>11</b>,</p> +<p>Spin span muskidan;</p> +<p>Twiddle 'um twaddle 'um, <b>21</b>.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Apple-pie</b></span>, pudding, and pancake,</p> +<p><b>All</b> begins with an <b>A</b>.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page17" id="page17"></a>[page 17]</span> + +<h3>XXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Miss</b></span> one, two, and three could never agree,</p> +<p>While they gossiped round a tea-caddy.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span>, two,</p> +<p>Buckle my shoe;</p> +<p>Three, four,</p> +<p>Shut the door;</p> +<p>Five, six,</p> +<p>Pick up sticks;</p> +<p>Seven, eight,</p> +<p>Lay them straight;</p> +<p>Nine, ten,</p> +<p>A good fat hen;</p> +<p>Eleven, twelve,</p> +<p>Who will delve?</p> +<p>Thirteen, fourteen,</p> +<p>Maids a courting;</p> +<p>Fifteen, sixteen,</p> +<p>Maids a kissing;</p> +<p>Seventeen, eighteen,</p> +<p>Maids a waiting;</p> +<p>Nineteen, twenty,</p> +<p>My stomach's empty.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page18" id="page18"></a>[page 18]</span> + +<h3>XLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pat-a-cake</b></span>, pat-a-cake, baker's man!</p> +<p>So I will, master, as fast as I can:</p> +<p>Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,</p> +<p>Put in the oven for Tommy and me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XLII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Tom Thumb's Alphabet.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>A</b> was an archer, and shot at a frog,</p> +<p><b>B</b> was a butcher, and had a great dog.</p> +<p><b>C</b> was a captain, all covered with lace,</p> +<p><b>D</b> was a drunkard, and had a red face.</p> +<p><b>E</b> was an esquire, with pride on his brow,</p> +<p><b>F</b> was a farmer, and followed the plough.</p> +<p><b>G</b> was a gamester, who had but ill luck,</p> +<p><b>H</b> was a hunter and hunted a buck.</p> +<p><b>I</b> was an innkeeper, who lov'd to bouse,</p> +<p><b>J</b> was a joiner, and built up a house.</p> +<p><b>K</b> was King William, once governed this land,</p> +<p><b>L</b> was a lady, who had a white hand.</p> +<p><b>M</b> was a miser, and hoarded up gold,</p> +<p><b>N</b> was a nobleman, gallant and bold.</p> +<p><b>O</b> was an oyster wench, and went about town,</p> +<p><b>P</b> was a parson, and wore a black gown.</p> +<p><b>Q</b> was a queen, who was fond of good flip,</p> +<p><b>R</b> was a robber, and wanted a whip.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page19" id="page19"></a>[page 19]</span> +<p><b>S</b> was a sailor, and spent all he got,</p> +<p><b>T</b> was a tinker, and mended a pot.</p> +<p><b>U</b> was an usurer, a miserable elf,</p> +<p><b>V</b> was a vintner, who drank all himself.</p> +<p><b>W</b> was a watchman, and guarded the door.</p> +<p><b>X</b> was expensive, and so became poor.</p> +<p><b>Y</b> was a youth, that did not love school,</p> +<p><b>Z</b> was a zany, a poor harmless fool.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>A</b> was an apple-pie;</p> +<p><b>B</b> bit it;</p> +<p><b>C</b> cut it;</p> +<p><b>D</b> dealt it;</p> +<p><b>E</b> eat it;</p> +<p><b>F</b> fought for it;</p> +<p><b>G</b> got it;</p> +<p><b>H</b> had it;</p> +<p><b>J</b> joined it;</p> +<p><b>K</b> kept it;</p> +<p><b>L</b> longed for it;</p> +<p><b>M</b> mourned for it;</p> +<p><b>N</b> nodded at it;</p> +<p><b>O</b> opened it;</p> +<p><b>P</b> peeped in it;</p> +<p><b>Q</b> quartered it;</p> +<p><b>R</b> ran for it;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page20" id="page20"></a>[page 20]</span> +<p><b>S</b> stole it;</p> +<p><b>T</b> took it;</p> +<p><b>V</b> viewed it;</p> +<p><b>W</b> wanted it;</p> +<p><b>X</b>, <b>Y</b>, <b>Z</b>, and amperse-and,</p> +<p>All wish'd for a piece in hand.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>A</b> for the ape, that we saw at the fair;</p> +<p><b>B</b> for a blockhead, who ne'er shall go there;</p> +<p><b>C</b> for a collyflower, white as a curd;</p> +<p><b>D</b> for a duck, a very good bird;</p> +<p><b>E</b> for an egg, good in pudding or pies;</p> +<p><b>F</b> for a farmer, rich, honest, and wise;</p> +<p><b>G</b> for a gentleman, void of all care;</p> +<p><b>H</b> for the hound, that ran down the hare;</p> +<p><b>I</b> for an Indian, sooty and dark;</p> +<p><b>K</b> for the keeper, that look'd to the park;</p> +<p><b>L</b> for a lark, that soar'd in the air;</p> +<p><b>M</b> for a mole, that ne'er could get there;</p> +<p><b>N</b> for Sir Nobody, ever in fault;</p> +<p><b>O</b> for an otter, that ne'er could be caught;</p> +<p><b>P</b> for a pudding, stuck full of plums;</p> +<p><b>Q</b> was for quartering it, see here he comes;</p> +<p><b>R</b> for a rook, that croak'd in the trees;</p> +<p><b>S</b> for a sailor, that plough'd the deep seas;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page21" id="page21"></a>[page 21]</span> +<p><b>T</b> for a top, that doth prettily spin;</p> +<p><b>V</b> for a virgin of delicate mien;</p> +<p><b>W</b> for wealth, in gold, silver, and pence;</p> +<p><b>X</b> for old Xenophon, noted for sense;</p> +<p><b>Y</b> for a yew, which for ever is green;</p> +<p><b>Z</b> for the zebra, that belongs to the queen.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/010-900.jpg"><img src="images/010-450.jpg" alt="beehive" /></a></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page22" id="page22"></a>[page 22]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/011-1000.jpg"><img src="images/011-500.jpg" alt="Third Class--Tales" /></a></div> + +<h2>THIRD CLASS—TALES.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>XLV.</h3> + +<h3>THE STORY OF CATSKIN.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/011-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="52" hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>HERE</b> once was a gentleman grand,</p> +<p class="i6">Who lived at his country seat;</p> +<p>He wanted an heir to his land,</p> +<p class="i2">For he'd nothing but daughters yet.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His lady's again in the way,</p> +<p class="i2">So she said to her husband with joy,</p> +<p>"I hope some or other fine day,</p> +<p class="i2">To present you, my dear, with a boy."</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page23" id="page23"></a>[page 23]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The gentleman answered gruff,</p> +<p class="i2">"If 't should turn out a maid or a mouse,</p> +<p>For of both we have more than enough,</p> +<p class="i2">She shan't stay to live in my house."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The lady, at this declaration,</p> +<p class="i2">Almost fainted away with pain;</p> +<p>But what was her sad consternation,</p> +<p class="i2">When a sweet little girl came again.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She sent her away to be nurs'd,</p> +<p class="i2">Without seeing her gruff papa;</p> +<p>And when she was old enough,</p> +<p class="i2">To a school she was packed away.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Fifteen summers are fled,</p> +<p class="i2">Now she left good Mrs. Jervis;</p> +<p>To see home she was forbid,—</p> +<p class="i2">She determined to go and seek service.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Her dresses so grand and so gay,</p> +<p class="i2">She carefully rolled in a knob;</p> +<p>Which she hid in a forest away,</p> +<p class="i2">And put on a Catskin robe.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She knock'd at a castle gate,</p> +<p class="i2">And pray'd for charity;</p> +<p>They sent her some meat on a plate,</p> +<p class="i2">And kept her a scullion to be.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page24" id="page24"></a>[page 24]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My lady look'd long in her face,</p> +<p class="i2">And prais'd her great beauty;</p> +<p>I'm sorry I've no better place,</p> +<p class="i2">And you must our scullion be.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So Catskin was under the cook,</p> +<p class="i2">A very sad life she led,</p> +<p>For often a ladle she took,</p> +<p class="i2">And broke poor Catskin's head.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There is now a grand ball to be,</p> +<p class="i2">When ladies their beauties show;</p> +<p>"Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,</p> +<p class="i2">How much I should like to go!"</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"You go with your Catskin robe,</p> +<p class="i2">You dirty impudent slut!</p> +<p>Among the fine ladies and lords,</p> +<p class="i2">A very fine figure you'd cut."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A basin of water she took,</p> +<p class="i2">And dash'd in poor Catskin's face;</p> +<p>But briskly her ears she shook,</p> +<p class="i2">And went to her hiding-place.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She washed every stain from her skin,</p> +<p class="i2">In some crystal waterfall;</p> +<p>Then put on a beautiful dress,</p> +<p class="i2">And hasted away to the ball.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page25" id="page25"></a>[page 25]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When she entered, the ladies were mute,</p> +<p class="i2">Overcome by her figure and face;</p> +<p>But the lord, her young master, at once</p> +<p class="i2">Fell in love with her beauty and grace;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He pray'd her his partner to be,</p> +<p class="i2">She said, "Yes!" with a sweet smiling glance;</p> +<p>All night with no other lady</p> +<p class="i2">But Catskin, our young lord would dance.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?"</p> +<p class="i2">For now was the sad parting time;</p> +<p>But she no other answer would give,</p> +<p class="i2">Than this distich of mystical rhyme,—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="oes">Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,</span></p> +<p><span class="oes">At the sign of the Basin of Water I Dwell.</span></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then she flew from the ball-room, and put</p> +<p class="i2">On her Catskin robe again;</p> +<p>And slipt in unseen by the cook,</p> +<p class="i2">Who little thought where she had been.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The young lord, the very next day,</p> +<p class="i2">To his mother his passion betrayed;</p> +<p>He declared he never would rest,</p> +<p class="i2">Till he'd found out this beautiful maid.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page26" id="page26"></a>[page 26]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There's another grand ball to be,</p> +<p class="i2">Where ladies their beauties show;</p> +<p>"Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,</p> +<p class="i2">How much I should like to go!"</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"You go with your Catskin robe,</p> +<p class="i2">You dirty impudent slut!</p> +<p>Among the fine ladies and lords,</p> +<p class="i2">A very fine figure you'd cut."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>In a rage the ladle she took,</p> +<p class="i2">And broke poor Catskin's head;</p> +<p>But off she went shaking her ears,</p> +<p class="i2">And swift to her forest she fled.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She washed every blood-stain off</p> +<p class="i2">In some crystal waterfall;</p> +<p>Put on a more beautiful dress,</p> +<p class="i2">And hasted away to the ball.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My lord, at the ball-room door,</p> +<p class="i2">Was waiting with pleasure and pain;</p> +<p>He longed to see nothing so much</p> +<p class="i2">As the beautiful Catskin again.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When he asked her to dance, she again</p> +<p class="i2">Said "Yes!" with her first smiling glance;</p> +<p>And again, all the night, my young lord</p> +<p class="i2">With none but fair Catskin did dance.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page27" id="page27"></a>[page 27]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Pray tell me," said he, "where you live?"</p> +<p class="i2">For now 'twas the parting-time;</p> +<p>But she no other answer would give,</p> +<p class="i2">Than this distich of mystical rhyme,—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="oes">Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,</span></p> +<p><span class="oes">At the sign of the Broken-Ladle I dwell.</span></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then she flew from the ball, and put on</p> +<p class="i2">Her Catskin robe again;</p> +<p>And slipt in unseen by the cook,</p> +<p class="i2">Who little thought where she had been.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My lord did again, the next day,</p> +<p class="i2">Declare to his mother his mind,</p> +<p>That he never more happy should be,</p> +<p class="i2">Unless he his charmer should find.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now another grand ball is to be,</p> +<p class="i2">Where ladies their beauties show;</p> +<p>"Mrs. Cook," said Catskin, "dear me,</p> +<p class="i2">How much I should like to go!"</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"You go with your Catskin robe,</p> +<p class="i2">You impudent, dirty slut!</p> +<p>Among the fine ladies and lords,</p> +<p class="i2">A very fine figure you'd cut."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>In a fury she took the skimmer,</p> +<p class="i2">And broke poor Catskin's head;</p> +<p>But heart-whole and lively as ever,</p> +<p class="i2">Away to her forest she fled.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page28" id="page28"></a>[page 28]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She washed the stains of blood</p> +<p class="i2">In some crystal waterfall;</p> +<p>Then put on her most beautiful dress,</p> +<p class="i2">And hasted away to the ball.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>My lord, at the ball-room door,</p> +<p class="i2">Was waiting with pleasure and pain;</p> +<p>He longed to see nothing so much</p> +<p class="i2">As the beautiful Catskin again.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When he asked her to dance, she again</p> +<p class="i2">Said "Yes!" with her first smiling glance;</p> +<p>And all the night long, my young lord</p> +<p class="i2">With none but fair Catskin would dance.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?"</p> +<p class="i2">For now was the parting-time;</p> +<p>But she no other answer would give,</p> +<p class="i2">Than this distich of mystical rhyme,—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="oes">Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,</span></p> +<p><span class="oes">At the sign of the Broken-Skimmer I dwell.</span></p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then she flew from the ball, and threw on</p> +<p class="i2">Her Catskin cloak again;</p> +<p>And slipt in unseen by the cook,</p> +<p class="i2">Who little thought where she had been.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But not by my lord unseen,</p> +<p class="i2">For this time he followed too fast;</p> +<p>And, hid in the forest green,</p> +<p class="i2">Saw the strange things that past.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page29" id="page29"></a>[page 29]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Next day he took to his bed,</p> +<p class="i2">And sent for the doctor to come;</p> +<p>And begg'd him no other than Catskin,</p> +<p class="i2">Might come into his room.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He told him how dearly he lov'd her,</p> +<p class="i2">Not to have her his heart would break:</p> +<p>Then the doctor kindly promised</p> +<p class="i2">To the proud old lady to speak.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There's a struggle of pride and love,</p> +<p class="i2">For she fear'd her son would die;</p> +<p>But pride at the last did yield,</p> +<p class="i2">And love had the mastery.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then my lord got quickly well,</p> +<p class="i2">When he was his charmer to wed;</p> +<p>And Catskin, before a twelvemonth,</p> +<p class="i2">Of a young lord was brought to bed.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>To a wayfaring woman and child,</p> +<p class="i2">Lady Catskin one day sent an alms;</p> +<p>The nurse did the errand, and carried</p> +<p class="i2">The sweet little lord in her arms.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The child gave the alms to the child,</p> +<p class="i2">This was seen by the old lady-mother;</p> +<p>"Only see," said that wicked old woman,</p> +<p class="i2">"How the beggars' brats take to each other!"</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page30" id="page30"></a>[page 30]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>This throw went to Catskin's heart,</p> +<p class="i2">She flung herself down on her knees,</p> +<p>And pray'd her young master and lord</p> +<p class="i2">To seek out her parents would please.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They set out in my lord's own coach;</p> +<p class="i2">They travelled, but nought befel</p> +<p>Till they reach'd the town hard by,</p> +<p class="i2">Where Catskin's father did dwell.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>They put up at the head inn,</p> +<p class="i2">Where Catskin was left alone;</p> +<p>But my lord went to try if her father</p> +<p class="i2">His natural child would own.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When folks are away, in short time</p> +<p class="i2">What great alterations appear;</p> +<p>For the cold touch of death had all chill'd</p> +<p class="i2">The hearts of her sisters dear.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Her father repented too late,</p> +<p class="i2">And the loss of his youngest bemoan'd;</p> +<p>In his old and childless state,</p> +<p class="i2">He his pride and cruelty own'd.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The old gentleman sat by the fire,</p> +<p class="i2">And hardly looked up at my lord;</p> +<p>He had no hopes of comfort</p> +<p class="i2">A stranger could afford.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page31" id="page31"></a>[page 31]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But my lord drew a chair close by,</p> +<p class="i2">And said, in a feeling tone,</p> +<p>"Have you not, sir, a daughter, I pray,</p> +<p class="i2">You never would see or own?"</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The old man alarm'd, cried aloud,</p> +<p class="i2">"A hardened sinner am I!</p> +<p>I would give all my worldly goods,</p> +<p class="i2">To see her before I die."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then my lord brought his wife and child</p> +<p class="i2">To their home and parent's face,</p> +<p>Who fell down and thanks returned</p> +<p class="i2">To God, for his mercy and grace.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The bells, ringing up in the tower,</p> +<p class="i2">Are sending a sound to the heart;</p> +<p>There's a charm in the old church-bells,</p> +<p class="i2">Which nothing in life can impart!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XLVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The tale of Simple Simon forms one of the chap-books, but the following +verses are those generally sung in the nursery.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Simple</b></span> Simon met a pieman</p> +<p class="i2">Going to the fair;</p> +<p>Says Simple Simon to the pieman,</p> +<p class="i2">"Let me taste your ware."</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page32" id="page32"></a>[page 32]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Says the pieman to Simple Simon,</p> +<p class="i2">"Show me first your penny."</p> +<p>Says Simple Simon to the pieman,</p> +<p class="i2">"Indeed I have not any."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Simple Simon went a fishing</p> +<p class="i2">For to catch a whale:</p> +<p>All the water he had got</p> +<p class="i2">Was in his mother's pail.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/012-1000.jpg"><img src="images/012-500.jpg" alt="Punch and Judy" /></a></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Punch</b></span> and Judy,</p> +<p class="i2">Fought for a pie,</p> +<p>Punch gave Judy</p> +<p class="i2">A sad blow on the eye.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page33" id="page33"></a>[page 33]</span> + +<h3>XLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,</p> +<p>He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:</p> +<p>He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,</p> +<p>And they all lived together in a little crooked house.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Solomon Grundy</b></span>,</p> +<p>Born on a Monday,</p> +<p>Christened on Tuesday,</p> +<p>Married on Wednesday,</p> +<p>Took ill on Thursday,</p> +<p>Worse on Friday,</p> +<p>Died on Saturday,</p> +<p>Buried on Sunday:</p> +<p>This is the end</p> +<p>Of Solomon Grundy.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>L.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Robin</b></span> the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,</p> +<p>He eat more meat than fourscore men;</p> +<p>He eat a cow, he eat a calf,</p> +<p>He eat a butcher and a half;</p> +<p>He eat a church, he eat a steeple,</p> +<p>He eat the priest and all the people!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page34" id="page34"></a>[page 34]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4">A cow and a calf,</p> +<p class="i4">An ox and a half,</p> +<p class="i4">A church and a steeple,</p> +<p class="i4">And all the good people,</p> +<p>And yet he complain'd that his stomach wasn't full.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/013-900.jpg"><img src="images/013-450.jpg" alt="...When a bird, called a snipe, Flew away with his pipe...." /></a></div> + +<h3>LI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a fat man of Bombay,</p> +<p>Who was smoking one sunshiny day,</p> +<p>When a bird, called a snipe,</p> +<p>Flew away with his pipe,</p> +<p>Which vex'd the fat man of Bombay.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page35" id="page35"></a>[page 35]</span> + +<h3>LII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6"><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> dear, do you know,</p> +<p class="i6">How a long time ago,</p> +<p class="i8">Two poor little children,</p> +<p class="i6">Whose names I don't know,</p> +<p>Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,</p> +<p>And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6">And when it was night,</p> +<p class="i6">So sad was their plight,</p> +<p class="i8">The sun it went down,</p> +<p class="i6">And the moon gave no light!</p> +<p>They sobb'd and they sigh'd, and they bitterly cried,</p> +<p>And the poor little things, they lay down and died.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6">And when they were dead,</p> +<p class="i6">The Robins so red</p> +<p class="i8">Brought strawberry leaves,</p> +<p class="i6">And over them spread;</p> +<p class="i10">And all the day long,</p> +<p class="i10">They sung them this song,</p> +<p>"Poor babes in the wood! poor babes in the wood!</p> +<p>And don't you remember the babes in the wood?"</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page36" id="page36"></a>[page 36]</span> + +<h3>LIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man, and he had naught,</p> +<p class="i2">And robbers came to rob him;</p> +<p>He crept up to the chimney pot,</p> +<p class="i2">And then they thought they had him.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But he got down on t'other side,</p> +<p class="i2">And then they could not find him;</p> +<p>He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,</p> +<p class="i2">And never look'd behind him.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little man,</p> +<p>And he had a little gun,</p> +<p>And he went to the brook,</p> +<p>And he shot a little rook;</p> +<p>And he took it home</p> +<p>To his old wife Joan,</p> +<p>And told her to make up a fire,</p> +<p>While he went back,</p> +<p>To fetch the little drake;</p> +<p>But when he got there,</p> +<p>The drake was fled for fear,</p> +<p>And like an old novice,</p> +<p>He turn'd back again.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page37" id="page37"></a>[page 37]</span> + +<h3>LV.</h3> + +<h4>THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.</h4> + +<p class="indboth">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,—</p> + +<p class="indboth">"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."</p> + +<p class="indboth">To which the pig answered,—</p> + +<p class="indboth">"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin +<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'shin'">chin</ins>."</p> + +<p class="indboth">The wolf then answered to that,—</p> + +<p class="indboth">"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll +blow your house in."</p> + +<p class="indboth">So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew +his house in, and eat up the little pig.</p> + +<p class="indboth">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,—</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page38" id="page38"></a>[page 38]</span> + +<p class="indboth">"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."</p> + +<p class="indboth">"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin +chin."</p> + +<p class="indboth">"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll +blow your house in."</p> + +<p class="indboth">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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">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,—</p> + +<p class="indboth">"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."</p> + +<p class="indboth">"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin +chin."</p> + +<p class="indboth">"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll +blow your house in."</p> + +<p class="indboth">Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he +huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, +and he huffed; but he could <i>not</i> 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. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page39" id="page39"></a>[page 39]</span> +"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 <i>up to</i> 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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page40" id="page40"></a>[page 40]</span> +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, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page41" id="page41"></a>[page 41]</span> +and rolled down the hill." Then the wolf +was very angry indeed, and declared he +<i>would</i> 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.</p> + +<h3>LVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tommy Tittlemouse</p> +<p>Lived in a little house;</p> +<p>He caught fishes</p> +<p>In other men's ditches.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> King Boggen he built a fine hall.</p> +<p>Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall;</p> +<p>The windows were made of black-puddings and white,</p> +<p>And slated with pancakes—you ne'er saw the like.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page42" id="page42"></a>[page 42]</span> + +<h3>LVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> lion and the unicorn</p> +<p class="i2">Were fighting for the crown;</p> +<p>The lion beat the unicorn</p> +<p class="i2">All round about the town.</p> +<p>Some gave them white bread,</p> +<p class="i2">And some gave them brown;</p> +<p>Some gave them plum-cake,</p> +<p class="i2">And sent them out of town.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a jolly miller</p> +<p>Lived on the river Dee,</p> +<p>He look'd upon his pillow,</p> +<p>And there he saw a flee.</p> +<p>Oh! Mr. Flea,</p> +<p>You have been biting me,</p> +<p>And you must die:</p> +<p class="i2">So he crack'd his bones</p> +<p class="i2">Upon the stones,</p> +<p>And there he let him lie.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tom</b></span>, Tom, the piper's son,</p> +<p>Stole a pig, and away he run!</p> +<p>The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,</p> +<p>And Tom went roaring down the street.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page43" id="page43"></a>[page 43]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/014-1000.jpg"><img src="images/014-500.jpg" alt="Tom Thumb at King Arthur's Court" /></a></div> + +<h3>LXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>In</b></span> Arthur's court Tom Thumb<a id="footnotetag1" name="footnotetag1"></a><a href="#footnote1">*</a> did live,</p> +<p class="i2">A man of mickle might;</p> +<p>The best of all the table round,</p> +<p class="i2">And eke a doughty knight.</p> + </div> </div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page44" id="page44"></a>[page 44]</span> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>His stature but an inch in height,</p> +<p class="i2">Or quarter of a span;</p> +<p>Then think you not this little knight</p> +<p class="i2">Was proved a valiant man?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His father was a ploughman plain,</p> +<p class="i2">His mother milk'd the cow,</p> +<p>Yet how that they might have a son</p> +<p class="i2">They knew not what to do:</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Until such time this good old man</p> +<p class="i2">To learned Merlin goes,</p> +<p>And there to him his deep desires</p> +<p class="i2">In secret manner shows.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>How in his heart he wish'd to have</p> +<p class="i2">A child, in time to come,</p> +<p>To be his heir, though it might be</p> +<p class="i2">No bigger than his thumb.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Of which old Merlin thus foretold,</p> +<p class="i2">That he his wish should have,</p> +<p>And so this son of stature small</p> +<p class="i2">The charmer to him gave.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>No blood nor bones in him should be,</p> +<p class="i2">In shape, and being such</p> +<p>That men should hear him speak, but not</p> +<p class="i2">His wandering shadow touch.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page45" id="page45"></a>[page 45]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But so unseen to go or come,—</p> +<p class="i2">Whereas it pleas'd him still;</p> +<p>Begot and born in half an hour,</p> +<p class="i2">To fit his father's will.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And in four minutes grew so fast</p> +<p class="i2">That he became so tall</p> +<p>As was the ploughman's thumb in height,</p> +<p class="i2">And so they did him call—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc">Tom Thumb</span>, the which the fairy queen</p> +<p class="i2">There gave him to his name,</p> +<p>Who, with her train of goblins grim,</p> +<p class="i2">Unto his christening came.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Whereas she cloth'd him richly brave,</p> +<p class="i2">In garments fine and fair,</p> +<p>Which lasted him for many years</p> +<p class="i2">In seemly sort to wear.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His hat made of an oaken leaf,</p> +<p class="i2">His shirt a spider's web,</p> +<p>Both light and soft for those his limbs</p> +<p class="i2">That were so smally bred.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His hose and doublet thistle-down,</p> +<p class="i2">Together weaved full fine;</p> +<p>His stockings of an apple green,</p> +<p class="i2">Made of the outward rind;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page46" id="page46"></a>[page 46]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His garters were two little hairs</p> +<p class="i2">Pull'd from his mother's eye;</p> +<p>His boots and shoes, a mouse's skin,</p> +<p class="i2">Were tann'd most curiously</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Thus like a lusty gallant, he</p> +<p class="i2">Adventured forth to go,</p> +<p>With other children in the streets,</p> +<p class="i2">His pretty tricks to show.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Where he for counters, pins, and points,</p> +<p class="i2">And cherry-stones did play,</p> +<p>Till he amongst those gamesters young</p> +<p class="i2">Had lost his stock away.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Yet could he soon renew the same,</p> +<p class="i2">Whereas most nimbly he</p> +<p>Would dive into their cherry-bags,</p> +<p class="i2">And their partaker be,</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Unseen or felt by any one,</p> +<p class="i2">Until this scholar shut</p> +<p>This nimble youth into a box,</p> +<p class="i2">Wherein his pins he put.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Of whom to be reveng'd, he took,</p> +<p class="i2">In mirth and pleasant game,</p> +<p>Black pots and glasses, which he hung</p> +<p class="i2">Upon a bright sun-beam.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page47" id="page47"></a>[page 47]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The other boys to do the like,</p> +<p class="i2">In pieces broke them quite;</p> +<p>For which they were most soundly whipt;</p> +<p class="i2">Whereat he laughed outright.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And so Tom Thumb restrained was,</p> +<p class="i2">From these his sports and play;</p> +<p>And by his mother after that,</p> +<p class="i2">Compell'd at home to stay.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Until such time his mother went</p> +<p class="i2">A-milking of her kine;</p> +<p>Where Tom unto a thistle fast</p> +<p class="i2">She linked with a twine.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A thread that held him to the same,</p> +<p class="i2">For fear the blustering wind</p> +<p>Should blow him hence,—that so she might</p> +<p class="i2">Her son in safety find.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But mark the hap! a cow came by,</p> +<p class="i2">And up the thistle eat;</p> +<p>Poor Tom withal, that, as a dock,</p> +<p class="i2">Was made the red cow's meat.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Who, being miss'd, his mother went</p> +<p class="i2">Him calling everywhere;</p> +<p>Where art thou, Tom? Where art thou, Tom?</p> +<p class="i2">Quoth he, here, mother, here!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page48" id="page48"></a>[page 48]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Within the red cow's stomach here,</p> +<p class="i2">Your son is swallowed up:</p> +<p>The which into her fearful heart,</p> +<p class="i2">Most careful dolours put.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Meanwhile the cow was troubled much,</p> +<p class="i2">And soon releas'd Tom Thumb;</p> +<p>No rest she had till out her mouth,</p> +<p class="i2">In bad plight he did come.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now after this, in sowing time,</p> +<p class="i2">His father would him have</p> +<p>Into the field to drive his plough,</p> +<p class="i2">And thereupon him gave—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A whip made of a barley-straw,</p> +<p class="i2">To drive the cattle on;</p> +<p>Where, in a furrow'd land new sown,</p> +<p class="i2">Poor Tom was lost and gone.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now by a raven of great strength,</p> +<p class="i2">Away he thence was borne,</p> +<p>And carried in the carrion's beak,</p> +<p class="i2">Even like a grain of corn,</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Unto a giant's castle top,</p> +<p class="i2">In which he let him fall;</p> +<p>Where soon the giant swallowed up</p> +<p class="i2">His body, clothes, and all.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page49" id="page49"></a>[page 49]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But soon the giant spat him out,</p> +<p class="i2">Three miles into the sea;</p> +<p>Whereas a fish soon took him up,</p> +<p class="i2">And bore him thence away.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Which lusty fish was after caught,</p> +<p class="i2">And to king Arthur sent;</p> +<p>Where Tom was found, and made his dwarf,</p> +<p class="i2">Whereas his days he spent.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Long time in lively jollity,</p> +<p class="i2">Belov'd of all the court;</p> +<p>And none like Tom was then esteem'd,</p> +<p class="i2">Among the noble sort.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Amongst his deeds of courtship done,</p> +<p class="i2">His highness did command,</p> +<p>That he should dance a galliard brave</p> +<p class="i2">Upon his queen's left hand.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The which he did, and for the same</p> +<p class="i2">The king his signet gave,</p> +<p>Which Tom about his middle wore,</p> +<p class="i2">Long time a girdle brave.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>How, after this, the king would not</p> +<p class="i2">Abroad for pleasure go</p> +<p>But still Tom Thumb must ride with him,</p> +<p class="i2">Placed on his saddle-bow.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page50" id="page50"></a>[page 50]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Whereon a time when, as it rain'd,</p> +<p class="i2">Tom Thumb most nimbly crept</p> +<p>In at a button-hole, where he</p> +<p class="i2">Within his bosom slept.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And being near his highness' heart,</p> +<p class="i2">He crav'd a wealthy boon,</p> +<p>A liberal gift, the which the king</p> +<p class="i2">Commanded to be done.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>For to relieve his father's wants,</p> +<p class="i2">And mother's, being old;</p> +<p>Which was, so much of silver coin</p> +<p class="i2">As well his arms could hold.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And so away goes lusty Tom,</p> +<p class="i2">With threepence on his back,</p> +<p>A heavy burthen, which might make</p> +<p class="i2">His wearied limbs to crack.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So travelling two days and nights,</p> +<p class="i2">With labour and great pain,</p> +<p>He came into the house whereat</p> +<p class="i2">His parents did remain;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Which was but half a mile in space</p> +<p class="i2">From good king Arthur's court,</p> +<p>The which, in eight and forty hours,</p> +<p class="i2">He went in weary sort.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page51" id="page51"></a>[page 51]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But coming to his father's door,</p> +<p class="i2">He there such entrance had</p> +<p>As made his parents both rejoice,</p> +<p class="i2">And he thereat was glad.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His mother in her apron took</p> +<p class="i2">Her gentle son in haste,</p> +<p>And by the fire-side, within</p> +<p class="i2">A walnut-shell him placed;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Whereas they feasted him three days</p> +<p class="i2">Upon a hazel-nut,</p> +<p>Whereon he rioted so long,</p> +<p class="i2">He them to charges put;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And thereupon grew wond'rous sick,</p> +<p class="i2">Through eating too much meat,</p> +<p>Which was sufficient for a month</p> +<p class="i2">For this great man to eat.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But now his business call'd him forth</p> +<p class="i2">King Arthur's court to see,</p> +<p>Whereas no longer from the same</p> +<p class="i2">He could a stranger be.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But yet a few small April drops</p> +<p class="i2">Which settled in the way,</p> +<p>His long and weary journey forth</p> +<p class="i2">Did hinder and so stay.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page52" id="page52"></a>[page 52]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Until his careful father took</p> +<p class="i2">A birding trunk in sport,</p> +<p>And with one blast, blew this his son</p> +<p class="i2">Into king Arthur's court.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now he with tilts and tournaments</p> +<p class="i2">Was entertained so,</p> +<p>That all the best of Arthur's knights</p> +<p class="i2">Did him much pleasure show:</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>As good Sir Lancelot du Lake,</p> +<p class="i2">Sir Tristain, and Sir Guy;</p> +<p>Yet none compar'd with brave Tom Thumb</p> +<p class="i2">For knightly chivalry.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>In honour of which noble day,</p> +<p class="i2">And for his lady's sake,</p> +<p>A challenge in king Arthur's court</p> +<p class="i2">Tom Thumb did bravely make.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>'Gainst whom these noble knights did run,</p> +<p class="i2">Sir Chinon and the rest,</p> +<p>Yet still Tom Thumb, with matchless might,</p> +<p class="i2">Did bear away the best.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>At last Sir Lancelot du Lake</p> +<p class="i2">In manly sort came in,</p> +<p>And with this stout and hardy knight</p> +<p class="i2">A battle did begin.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page53" id="page53"></a>[page 53]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Which made the courtiers all aghast,</p> +<p class="i2">For there that valiant man,</p> +<p>Through Lancelot's steed, before them all,</p> +<p class="i2">In nimble manner ran.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Yea, horse and all, with spear and shield,</p> +<p class="i2">As hardy he was seen,</p> +<p>But only by king Arthur's self</p> +<p class="i2">And his admired queen;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Who from her finger took a ring,</p> +<p class="i2">Through which Tom Thumb made way,</p> +<p>Not touching it, in nimble sort,</p> +<p class="i2">As it was done in play.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He likewise cleft the smallest hair</p> +<p class="i2">From his fair lady's head,</p> +<p>Not hurting her whose even hand</p> +<p class="i2">Him lasting honours bred.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Such were his deeds and noble acts</p> +<p class="i2">In Arthur's court there shone,</p> +<p>As like in all the world beside</p> +<p class="i2">Was hardly seen or known.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now at these sports he toil'd himself,</p> +<p class="i2">That he a sickness took,</p> +<p>Through which all manly exercise</p> +<p class="i2">He carelessly forsook.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page54" id="page54"></a>[page 54]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When lying on his bed sore sick,</p> +<p class="i2">King Arthur's doctor came,</p> +<p>With cunning skill, by physic's art,</p> +<p class="i2">To ease and cure the same.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His body being so slender small,</p> +<p class="i2">This cunning doctor took</p> +<p>A fine perspective glass, with which</p> +<p class="i2">He did in secret look—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Into his sickened body down,</p> +<p class="i2">And therein saw that Death</p> +<p>Stood ready in his wasted frame</p> +<p class="i2">To cease his vital breath.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His arms and legs consum'd as small</p> +<p class="i2">As was a spider's web,</p> +<p>Through which his dying hour grew on,</p> +<p class="i2">For all his limbs grew dead.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>His face no bigger than an ant's,</p> +<p class="i2">Which hardly could be seen;</p> +<p>The loss of which renowned knight</p> +<p class="i2">Much grieved the king and queen.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And so with peace and quietness</p> +<p class="i2">He left this earth below;</p> +<p>And up into the fairy-land</p> +<p class="i2">His ghost did fading go,</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page55" id="page55"></a>[page 55]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Whereas the fairy-queen receiv'd,</p> +<p class="i2">With heavy mourning cheer,</p> +<p>The body of this valiant knight,</p> +<p class="i2">Whom she esteem'd so dear.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>For with her dancing nymphs in green,</p> +<p class="i2">She fetch'd him from his bed,</p> +<p>With music and sweet melody,</p> +<p class="i2">So soon as life was fled;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>For whom king Arthur and his knights</p> +<p class="i2">Full forty days did mourn;</p> +<p>And, in remembrance of his name,</p> +<p class="i2">That was so strangely born—</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He built a tomb of marble gray,</p> +<p class="i2">And year by year did come</p> +<p>To celebrate ye mournful death</p> +<p class="i2">And burial of Tom Thumb.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Whose fame still lives in England here,</p> +<p class="i2">Amongst the country sort;</p> +<p>Of whom our wives and children small</p> +<p class="i2">Tell tales of pleasant sport.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="footnote"><a id="footnote1" name="footnote1"></a><a href="#footnotetag1">*</a> "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."—<i>A +Comment upon the History of T. T.</i> 1711. A "project for the reprinting +of Tom Thumb, with marginal notes and cuts," is mentioned in the old +play of <i>The Projectours</i>, 1665, p. 41.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page56" id="page56"></a>[page 56]</span> + +<h3>LXII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bryan O'Lin</b></span>, and his wife, and wife's mother,</p> +<p>They all went over a bridge together:</p> +<p>The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,</p> +<p>The deuce go with all! quoth Bryan O'Lin.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Mother Goose, when</p> +<p>She wanted to wander,</p> +<p>Would ride through the air</p> +<p>On a very fine gander.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Mother Goose had a house,</p> +<p>'Twas built in a wood,</p> +<p>Where an owl at the door</p> +<p>For sentinel stood.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>This is her son Jack,</p> +<p>A plain-looking lad,</p> +<p>He is not very good,</p> +<p>Nor yet very bad.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page57" id="page57"></a>[page 57]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She sent him to market,</p> +<p>A live goose he bought,</p> +<p>Here, mother, says he,</p> +<p>It will not go for nought.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Jack's goose and her gander,</p> +<p>Grew very fond;</p> +<p>They'd both eat together,</p> +<p>Or swim in one pond.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Jack found one morning,</p> +<p>As I have been told,</p> +<p>His goose had laid him</p> +<p>An egg of pure gold.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Jack rode to his mother,</p> +<p>The news for to tell,</p> +<p>She call'd him a good boy,</p> +<p>And said it was well.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Jack sold his gold egg</p> +<p>To a rogue of a Jew,</p> +<p>Who cheated him out of</p> +<p>The half of his due.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then Jack went a courting,</p> +<p>A lady so gay,</p> +<p>As fair as the lily,</p> +<p>And sweet as the May.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page58" id="page58"></a>[page 58]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The Jew and the Squire</p> +<p>Came behind his back,</p> +<p>And began to belabour</p> +<p>The sides of poor Jack.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The old Mother Goose,</p> +<p>That instant came in,</p> +<p>And turned her son Jack</p> +<p>Into fam'd Harlequin.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She then with her wand,</p> +<p>Touch'd the lady so fine,</p> +<p>And turn'd her at once</p> +<p>Into sweet Columbine.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The gold egg into the sea</p> +<p>Was thrown then,—</p> +<p>When Jack jump'd in,</p> +<p>And got the egg back again.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The Jew got the goose,</p> +<p>Which he vow'd he would kill,</p> +<p>Resolving at once</p> +<p>His pockets to fill.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Jack's mother came in,</p> +<p>And caught the goose soon,</p> +<p>And mounting its back,</p> +<p>Flew up to the moon.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page59" id="page59"></a>[page 59]</span> + +<h3>LXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>I'll</b></span> tell you a story</p> +<p class="i2">About Jack a Nory,—</p> +<p>And now my story's begun:</p> +<p class="i2">I'll tell you another</p> +<p class="i2">About Jack his brother,—</p> +<p>And now my story's done.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> wise men of Gotham</p> +<p>Went to sea in a bowl:</p> +<p>And if the bowl had been stronger,</p> +<p>My song would have been longer.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same piece, are +often found separated from each other.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Robin</b></span> and Richard were two pretty men;</p> +<p>They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;</p> +<p>Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky,</p> +<p>Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high:</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The bull's in the barn threshing the corn,</p> +<p>The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn,</p> +<p>The cat's at the fire frying of fish,</p> +<p>The dog's in the pantry breading his dish.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page60" id="page60"></a>[page 60]</span> + +<h3>LXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> lady Wind, my lady Wind,</p> +<p>Went round about the house to find</p> +<p class="i2">A chink to get her foot in:</p> +<p>She tried the key-hole in the door,</p> +<p>She tried the crevice in the floor,</p> +<p class="i2">And drove the chimney soot in.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And then one night when it was dark,</p> +<p>She blew up such a tiny spark,</p> +<p class="i2">That all the house was pothered:</p> +<p>From it she raised up such a flame,</p> +<p>As flamed away to Belting Lane,</p> +<p class="i2">And White Cross folks were smothered.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And thus when once, my little dears,</p> +<p>A whisper reaches itching ears,</p> +<p class="i2">The same will come, you'll find:</p> +<p>Take my advice, restrain the tongue,</p> +<p>Remember what old nurse has sung</p> +<p class="i2">Of busy lady Wind!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Abram Brown is dead and gone,</p> +<p class="i2">You'll never see him more;</p> +<p>He used to wear a long brown coat,</p> +<p class="i2">That button'd down before.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page61" id="page61"></a>[page 61]</span> + +<h3>LXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A dog</b></span> and a cock,</p> +<p>A journey once took,</p> +<p class="i2">They travell'd along till 'twas late;</p> +<p>The dog he made free</p> +<p>In the hollow of a tree,</p> +<p class="i2">And the cock on the boughs of it sate.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The cock nothing knowing,</p> +<p>In the morn fell a crowing,</p> +<p class="i2">Upon which comes a fox to the tree;</p> +<p>Says he, I declare,</p> +<p>Your voice is above,</p> +<p class="i2">All the creatures I ever did see.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh! would you come down</p> +<p>I the fav'rite might own,</p> +<p class="i2">Said the cock, there's a porter below;</p> +<p>If you will go in,</p> +<p>I promise I'll come down.</p> +<p class="i2">So he went—and was worried for it too.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tom Tittlemouse,</p> +<p>Lived in a bell-house;</p> +<p>The bell-house broke,</p> +<p>And Tom Tittlemouse woke.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page62" id="page62"></a>[page 62]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/015-900.jpg"><img src="images/015-450.jpg" alt="Tommy kept a Chandler's shop" /></a></div> + +<h3>LXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tommy</b></span> kept a chandler's shop,</p> +<p>Richard went to buy a mop,</p> +<p>Tommy gave him such a knock,</p> +<p>That sent him out of his chandler's shop,</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> I was a little girl, about seven years old,</p> +<p>I hadn't got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page63" id="page63"></a>[page 63]</span> +<p>So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,</p> +<p>And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown.</p> +<p>I went into the woods and built me a kirk,</p> +<p>And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work;</p> +<p>The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone,</p> +<p>The dove, with her rough bill, brought me them home;</p> +<p>The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,</p> +<p>The bullfinch play'd the organ, and we made merry work.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pemmy</b></span> was a pretty girl,</p> +<p class="i2">But Fanny was a better;</p> +<p>Pemmy looked like any churl,</p> +<p class="i2">When little Fanny let her.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Pemmy had a pretty nose,</p> +<p class="i2">But Fanny had a better;</p> +<p>Pemmy oft would come to blows,</p> +<p class="i2">But Fanny would not let her.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page64" id="page64"></a>[page 64]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Pemmy had a pretty doll,</p> +<p class="i2">But Fanny had a better;</p> +<p>Pemmy chatter'd like a poll,</p> +<p class="i2">When little Fanny let her.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Pemmy had a pretty song,</p> +<p class="i2">But Fanny had a better;</p> +<p>Pemmy would sing all day long,</p> +<p class="i2">But Fanny would not let her.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Pemmy lov'd a pretty lad,</p> +<p class="i2">And Fanny lov'd a better;</p> +<p>And Pemmy wanted for to wed,</p> +<p class="i2">But Fanny would not let her.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A tale for the 1st of March.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Taffy</b></span> was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief;</p> +<p>Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef:</p> +<p>I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home;</p> +<p>Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page65" id="page65"></a>[page 65]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;</p> +<p>Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin:</p> +<p>I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,</p> +<p>I took up a poker and flung it at his head.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Jack Horner sat in the corner,</p> +<p class="i2">Eating a Christmas pie;</p> +<p>He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,</p> +<p class="i2">And said, "What a good boy am I!"</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a king and he had three daughter,</p> +<p>And they all lived in a basin of water;</p> +<p class="i2">The basin bended,</p> +<p class="i2">My story's ended.</p> +<p>If the basin had been stronger,</p> +<p>My story would have been longer.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page66" id="page66"></a>[page 66]</span> + +<h3>LXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> man in the moon,</p> +<p class="i2">Came tumbling down,</p> +<p>And ask'd his way to Norwich,</p> +<p class="i2">He went by the south,</p> +<p class="i2">And burnt his mouth</p> +<p>With supping cold pease-porridge.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Our</b></span> saucy boy Dick,</p> +<p>Had a nice little stick</p> +<p class="i2">Cut from a hawthorn tree;</p> +<p>And with this pretty stick,</p> +<p>He thought he could beat</p> +<p class="i2">A boy much bigger than he.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But the boy turned round,</p> +<p>And hit him a rebound,</p> +<p class="i2">Which did so frighten poor Dick,</p> +<p>That, without more delay,</p> +<p>He ran quite away,</p> +<p class="i2">And over a hedge he jumped quick.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Moss</b></span> was a little man, and a little mare did buy,</p> +<p>For kicking and for sprawling none her could come nigh;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page67" id="page67"></a>[page 67]</span> +<p>She could trot, she could amble, and could canter here and there,</p> +<p>But one night she strayed away—so Moss lost his mare.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Moss got up next morning to catch her fast asleep,</p> +<p>And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep.</p> +<p>Dead in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there,</p> +<p>So I'll tell you by and bye, how Moss caught his mare.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Rise! stupid, rise! he thus to her did say;</p> +<p>Arise, you beast, you drowsy beast, get up without delay,</p> +<p>For I must ride you to the town, so don't lie sleeping there;</p> +<p>He put the halter round her neck—so Moss caught his mare.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/016-570.jpg"><img src="images/016-300.jpg" alt="flowers and grapes" /></a></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page68" id="page68"></a>[page 68]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/017-1000.jpg"><img src="images/017-500.jpg" alt="Fourth Class--Proverbs" /></a></div> + +<h2>FOURTH CLASS—PROVERBS.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>LXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/017-cap_s-30.png" width="30" height="67" hspace="1" alt="S" border="0" /></div> + <br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>T.</b> Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,</p> +<p class="i4">For forty days it will remain:</p> +<p>St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,</p> +<p>For forty days 'twill rain na mair.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> make your candles last for a',</p> +<p class="i2">You wives and maids give ear-o!</p> +<p>To put 'em out's the only way,</p> +<p class="i2">Says honest John Boldero.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page69" id="page69"></a>[page 69]</span> + +<h3>LXXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> wishes were horses,</p> +<p class="i2">Beggars would ride;</p> +<p>If turnips were watches,</p> +<p class="i2">I would wear one by my side.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Hours of sleep.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Nature</b></span> requires five,</p> +<p class="i2">Custom gives seven!</p> +<p>Laziness takes nine,</p> +<p class="i2">And Wickedness eleven.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> straws on a staff,</p> +<p>Would make a baby cry and laugh.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span> a pin and pick it up,</p> +<p>All the day you'll have good luck;</p> +<p>See a pin and let it lay,</p> +<p>Bad luck you'll have all the day!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Go</b></span> to bed first, a golden purse;</p> +<p>Go to bed second, a golden pheasant;</p> +<p>Go to bed third, a golden bird!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page70" id="page70"></a>[page 70]</span> + +<h3>LXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> the wind is in the east,</p> +<p>'Tis neither good for man nor beast;</p> +<p>When the wind is in the north,</p> +<p>The skilful fisher goes not forth;</p> +<p>When the wind is in the south,</p> +<p>It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;</p> +<p>When the wind is in the west,</p> +<p>Then 'tis at the very best.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bounce Buckram</b></span>, velvet's dear;</p> +<p>Christmas comes but once a year.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>LXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A man</b></span> of words and not of deeds,</p> +<p>Is like a garden full of weeds;</p> +<p>And when the weeds begin to grow,</p> +<p>It's like a garden full of snow;</p> +<p>And when the snow begins to fall,</p> +<p>It's like a bird upon the wall;</p> +<p>And when the bird away does fly,</p> +<p>It's like an eagle in the sky;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page71" id="page71"></a>[page 71]</span> +<p>And when the sky begins to roar,</p> +<p>It's like a lion at the door;</p> +<p>And when the door begins to crack,</p> +<p>It's like a stick across your back;</p> +<p>And when your back begins to smart,</p> +<p>It's like a penknife in your heart;</p> +<p>And when your heart begins to bleed,</p> +<p>You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A man</b></span> of words and not of deeds,</p> +<p>Is like a garden full of weeds;</p> +<p>For when the weeds begin to grow,</p> +<p>Then doth the garden overflow.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XCI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;</p> +<p>Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;</p> +<p>Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;</p> +<p>Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;</p> +<p>Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;</p> +<p>Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XCII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A pullet</b></span> in the pen</p> +<p>Is worth a hundred in the fen!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page72" id="page72"></a>[page 72]</span> + +<h3>XCIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>He</b></span> that would thrive</p> +<p>Must rise at five;</p> +<p>He that hath thriven</p> +<p>May lie till seven;</p> +<p>And he that by the plough would thrive,</p> +<p>Himself must either hold or drive.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XCIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following is quoted in Miege's 'Great French Dictionary,' +fol. Lond. 1687, 2d part.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A swarm</b></span> of bees in May</p> +<p>Is worth a load of hay;</p> +<p>A swarm of bees in June</p> +<p>Is worth a silver spoon;</p> +<p>A swarm of bees in July</p> +<p>Is not worth a fly.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XCV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>They</b></span> that wash on Monday</p> +<p class="i2">Have all the week to dry;</p> +<p>They that wash on Tuesday</p> +<p class="i2">Are not so much awry;</p> +<p>They that wash on Wednesday</p> +<p class="i2">Are not so much to blame;</p> +<p>They that wash on Thursday,</p> +<p class="i2">Wash for shame;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page73" id="page73"></a>[page 73]</span> +<p>They that wash on Friday,</p> +<p class="i2">Wash in need;</p> +<p>And they that wash on Saturday,</p> +<p class="i2">Oh! they're sluts indeed.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XCVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Needles</b></span> and pins, needles and pins,</p> +<p>When a man marries his trouble begins.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XCVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[In Suffolk, children are frequently reminded of the decorum due to the +Sabbath by the following lines.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Yeow</b></span> mussent sing a' Sunday,</p> +<p class="i2">Becaze it is a sin,</p> +<p>But yeow may sing a' Monday</p> +<p class="i2">Till Sunday cums agin.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XCVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A sunshiny</b></span> shower,</p> +<p>Won't last half an hour.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>XCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> the days grow longer,</p> +<p>The storms grow stronger.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>C.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> the days lengthen,</p> +<p>So the storms strengthen.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page74" id="page74"></a>[page 74]</span> + +<h3>CI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>He</b></span> that goes to see his wheat in May,</p> +<p>Comes weeping away.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> mackerel's cry,</p> +<p>Is never long dry.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>In July</b></span>,</p> +<p>Some reap rye;</p> +<p class="i4">In August,</p> +<p>If one will not the other must.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Proverbial many years ago, when the guinea in gold was of a higher value +than its nominal representative in silver,] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A guinea</b></span> it would sink,</p> +<p class="i2">And a pound it would float;</p> +<p>Yet I'd rather have a guinea,</p> +<p class="i2">Than your one pound note.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>For</b></span> every evil under the sun,</p> +<p>There is a remedy, or there is none.</p> +<p>If there be one, try and find it;</p> +<p>If there be none, never mind it.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page75" id="page75"></a>[page 75]</span> + +<h3>CVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> art of good driving 's a paradox quite,</p> +<p class="i2">Though custom has prov'd it so long;</p> +<p>If you go to the left, you're sure to go right,</p> +<p class="i2">If you go to the right, you go wrong.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Friday</b></span> night's dream</p> +<p class="i2">On the Saturday told,</p> +<p>Is sure to come true,</p> +<p class="i2">Be it never so old.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> the sand doth feed the clay,</p> +<p>England woe and well-a-day!</p> +<p>But when the clay doth feed the sand,</p> +<p>Then it is well with Angle-land.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> fair maid who, the first of May,</p> +<p>Goes to the fields at break of day,</p> +<p>And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree</p> +<p>Will ever after handsome be.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page76" id="page76"></a>[page 76]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/018-900.jpg"><img src="images/018-450.jpg" alt="Fifth Class--Scholastic" /></a></div> + +<h2>FIFTH CLASS—SCHOLASTIC.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/018-cap_a1-30.png" width="30" height="51" hspace="1" alt="A" border="0" /></div> + <br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b> DILLER,</b> a dollar,</p> +<p class="i6">A ten o'clock scholar,</p> +<p>What makes you come so soon?</p> +<p>You used to come at ten o'clock,</p> +<p>But now you come at noon.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tell</b></span> tale, tit!</p> +<p>Your tongue shall be slit,</p> +<p>And all the dogs in the town</p> +<p>Shall have a little bit.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page77" id="page77"></a>[page 77]</span> + +<h3>CXII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>In</b></span> fir tar is,</p> +<p>In oak none is.</p> +<p>In mud eel is,</p> +<p>In clay none is.</p> +<p>Goat eat ivy,</p> +<p>Mare eat oats.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The dominical letters attached to the first days of the several months are +remembered by the following lines.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>At</b></span> Dover Dwells George Brown Esquire,</p> +<p>Good Christopher Finch, And David Friar.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="center1">[An ancient and graver example, fulfilling the same purpose, runs as +follows.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Astra</b></span> Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos,</p> +<p>Gratia Christicolæ Feret Aurea Dona Fideli.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Birch</b></span> and green holly, boys,</p> +<p class="i2">Birch and green holly.</p> +<p>If you get beaten, boys,</p> +<p class="i2">'Twill be your own folly.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page78" id="page78"></a>[page 78]</span> + +<h3>CXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> V and I together meet,</p> +<p>They make the number Six compleat.</p> +<p>When I with V doth meet once more,</p> +<p>Then 'tis they Two can make but Four</p> +<p>And when that V from I is gone,</p> +<p>Alas! poor I can make but One.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Multiplication</b></span> is vexation,</p> +<p class="i2">Division is as bad;</p> +<p>The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,</p> +<p class="i2">And Practice drives me mad.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXVII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Thirty</b></span> days hath September,</p> +<p>April, June, and November;</p> +<p>February has twenty-eight alone,</p> +<p>All the rest have thirty-one,</p> +<p>Excepting leap-year, that's the time</p> +<p>When February's days are twenty-nine.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page79" id="page79"></a>[page 79]</span> + +<h3>CXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> story's ended,</p> +<p>My spoon is bended:</p> +<p>If you don't like it,</p> +<p>Go to the next door,</p> +<p>And get it mended.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXIX.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[On arriving at the end of a book, boys have a practice of reciting the +following absurd lines, which form the word <i>finis</i> backwards and forwards, +by the initials of the words,]—</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Father</b></span> Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's son—</p> +<p>Son Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's Father.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="center1">[To get to father Johnson, therefore, was to reach the end of the book.] +</p> + +<h3>CXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> rose is red, the grass is green;</p> +<p>And in this book my name is seen.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Cross</b></span> patch,</p> +<p class="i2">Draw the latch,</p> +<p>Sit by the fire and spin;</p> +<p class="i2">Take a cup,</p> +<p class="i2">And drink it up,</p> +<p>Then call your neighbours in.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page80" id="page80"></a>[page 80]</span> + +<h3>CXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Come</b></span> when you're called,</p> +<p class="i2">Do what you're bid,</p> +<p>Shut the door after you,</p> +<p class="i2">Never be chid.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Speak</b></span> when you're spoken to,</p> +<p class="i2">Come when one call;</p> +<p>Shut the door after you,</p> +<p class="i2">And turn to the wall!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I love</b></span> my love with an <b>A</b>, because he's <b>A</b>greeable.</p> +<p>I hate him because he's <b>A</b>varicious.</p> +<p>He took me to the Sign of the <b>A</b>corn,</p> +<p>And treated me with <b>A</b>pples.</p> +<p>His name's <b>A</b>ndrew,</p> +<p>And he lives at <b>A</b>rlington.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A laconic reply to a person who indulges much in supposition.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6"><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> ifs and ands,</p> +<p class="i6">Were pots and pans,</p> +<p>There would be no need for tinkers!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page81" id="page81"></a>[page 81]</span> + +<h3>CXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Mistress</b></span> Mary, quite contrary,</p> +<p class="i2">How does your garden grow?</p> +<p>With cockle-shells, and silver bells,</p> +<p class="i2">And mussels all a row.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Doctor</b></span> Faustus was a good man,</p> +<p>He whipt his scholars now and then;</p> +<p>When he whipp'd them he made them dance,</p> +<p>Out of Scotland into France,</p> +<p>Out of France into Spain,</p> +<p>And then he whipp'd them back again!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Greek bill of fare.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Legomoton</b></span>,</p> +<p>Acapon,</p> +<p>Alfagheuse,</p> +<p>Pasti venison.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> I was a little boy, I had but little wit</p> +<p>It is some time ago, and I've no more yet;</p> +<p>Nor ever ever shall, until that I die,</p> +<p>For the longer I live, the more fool am I.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page82" id="page82"></a>[page 82]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/019-1000.jpg"><img src="images/019-500.jpg" alt="Sixth Class--Songs" /></a></div> + +<h2>SIXTH CLASS—SONGS.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/007-cap_o-30.png" width="30" height="55" hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div> + <br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>H</b>, where are you going,</p> +<p class="i4">My pretty maiden fair,</p> +<p>With your red rosy cheeks,</p> +<p class="i2">And your coal-black hair?</p> +<p>I'm going a-milking,</p> +<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she;</p> +<p>And it's dabbling in the dew,</p> +<p class="i2">Where you'll find me.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>May I go with you,</p> +<p class="i2">My pretty maiden fair, &c.</p> +<p>Oh, you may go with me,</p> +<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she, &c.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page83" id="page83"></a>[page 83]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>If I should chance to kiss you,</p> +<p class="i2">My pretty maiden fair, &c.</p> +<p>The wind may take it off again,</p> +<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And what is your father,</p> +<p class="i2">My pretty maiden fair, &c.</p> +<p>My father is a farmer,</p> +<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And what is your mother,</p> +<p class="i2">My pretty maiden fair, &c.</p> +<p>My mother is a dairy-maid,</p> +<p class="i2">Kind sir, says she, &c.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Polly</b></span> put the kettle on,</p> +<p>Polly put the kettle on,</p> +<p>Polly put the kettle on,</p> +<p class="i2">And let's drink tea.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Sukey take it off again,</p> +<p>Sukey take it off again,</p> +<p>Sukey take it off again,</p> +<p class="i2">They're all gone away.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page84" id="page84"></a>[page 84]</span> + +<h3>CXXXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[This is the version generally given in nursery collections, but is somewhat +different in the 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. iv, p. 148.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span> misty moisty morning</p> +<p>When cloudy was the weather,</p> +<p>There I met an old man</p> +<p>Clothed all in leather;</p> +<p>Clothed all in leather,</p> +<p>With cap under his chin,—</p> +<p>How do you do, and how do you do,</p> +<p>And how do you do again!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> fox and his wife they had a great strife,</p> +<p>They never eat mustard in all their whole life;</p> +<p>They eat their meat without fork or knife,</p> +<p class="i2">And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;</p> +<p>The stars they were shining, and all things bright;</p> +<p>Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night</p> +<p class="i2">For me to go through the town, e-ho!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The fox when he came to yonder stile,</p> +<p>He lifted his lugs and he listened a while!</p> +<p>Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile</p> +<p class="i2">From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page85" id="page85"></a>[page 85]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,</p> +<p>Who should he see but the farmer's drake;</p> +<p>I love you well for your master's sake,</p> +<p class="i2">And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack,</p> +<p>Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat;</p> +<p>You'll grease my beard and ride on my back</p> +<p class="i2">From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,</p> +<p>She opened the casement, and popped out her head;</p> +<p>Oh! husband, oh! husband, the gray goose is dead,</p> +<p class="i2">And the fox is gone through the town, oh!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then the old man got up in his red cap,</p> +<p>And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;</p> +<p>But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,</p> +<p class="i2">And ran thro' the town, the town, oh!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When he got to the top of the hill,</p> +<p>He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,</p> +<p>For joy that he was safe</p> +<p class="i2">Thro' the town, oh!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page86" id="page86"></a>[page 86]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When the fox came back to his den,</p> +<p>He had young ones both nine and ten,</p> +<p>"You're welcome home, daddy, you may go again,</p> +<p>If you bring us such nice meat</p> +<p class="i2">From the town, oh!"</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tom Dogget,</p> +<p class="i2">What dost thou mean,</p> +<p>To kill thy poor Colly</p> +<p class="i2">Now she's so lean?</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly,</p> +<p class="i2">Colly, my cow,</p> +<p>For Colly will give me</p> +<p class="i2">No more milk now.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I had better have kept her,</p> +<p class="i2">'Till fatter she had been,</p> +<p>For now, I confess,</p> +<p class="i2">She's a little too lean.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>First in comes the tanner</p> +<p class="i2">With his sword by his side,</p> +<p>And he bids me five shillings</p> +<p class="i2">For my poor cow's hide.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page87" id="page87"></a>[page 87]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then in comes the tallow-chandler,</p> +<p class="i2">Whose brains were but shallow,</p> +<p>And he bids me two-and-sixpence</p> +<p class="i2">For my cow's tallow.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then in comes the huntsman</p> +<p class="i2">So early in the morn,</p> +<p>He bids me a penny</p> +<p class="i2">For my cow's horn.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then in comes the tripe-woman,</p> +<p class="i2">So fine and so neat,</p> +<p>She bids me three half-pence</p> +<p class="i2">For my cow's feet.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then in comes the butcher,</p> +<p class="i2">That nimble-tongu'd youth,</p> +<p>Who said she was carrion,</p> +<p class="i2">But he spoke not the truth.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The skin of my cowly</p> +<p class="i2">Was softer than silk,</p> +<p>And three times a-day</p> +<p class="i2">My poor cow would give milk.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page88" id="page88"></a>[page 88]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She every year</p> +<p class="i2">A fine calf did me bring,</p> +<p>Which fetcht me a pound,</p> +<p class="i2">For it came in the spring.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But now I have kill'd her,</p> +<p class="i2">I can't her recall;</p> +<p>I will sell my poor Colly,</p> +<p class="i2">Hide, horns, and all.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The butcher shall have her,</p> +<p class="i2">Though he gives but a pound,</p> +<p>And he knows in his heart</p> +<p class="i2">That my Colly was sound.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And when he has bought her</p> +<p class="i2">Let him sell all together,</p> +<p>The flesh for to eat,</p> +<p class="i2">And the hide for leather.</p> +<p>Sing, oh poor Colly, &c.*</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="footnote">* A different version of the above, commencing, My Billy Aroms, is current +in the nurseries of Cornwall. One verse runs as follows: +</p> + +<div class="poem1"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>In comes the horner,</p> +<p class="i2">Who roguery scorns,</p> +<p>And gives me three farthings</p> +<p class="i2">For poor cowly's horns.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="footnote">This is better than our reading, and it concludes thus:</p> + +<div class="poem1"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>There's an end to my cowly,</p> +<p class="i2">Now she's dead and gone;</p> +<p>For the loss of my cowly,</p> +<p class="i2">I sob and I mourn.</p> + </div> </div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page89" id="page89"></a>[page 89]</span> + +<h3>CXXXV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A north-country song.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Says</b></span> t'auld man tit oak tree,</p> +<p>Young and lusty was I when I kenn'd thee;</p> +<p>I was young and lusty, I was fair and clear,</p> +<p>Young and lusty was I mony a lang year;</p> +<p>But sair fail'd am I, sair fail'd now,</p> +<p>Sair fail'd am I sen I kenn'd thou.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>You</b></span> shall have an apple,</p> +<p class="i2">You shall have a plum,</p> +<p>You shall have a rattle-basket,</p> +<p class="i2">When your dad comes home.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Up</b></span> at Piccadilly oh!</p> +<p class="i2">The coachman takes his stand,</p> +<p>And when he meets a pretty girl,</p> +<p class="i2">He takes her by the hand;</p> +<p class="i4">Whip away for ever oh!</p> +<p class="i4">Drive away so clever oh!</p> +<p class="i4">All the way to Bristol oh!</p> +<p>He drives her four-in-hand.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page90" id="page90"></a>[page 90]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/020-1100.jpg"><img src="images/020-550.jpg" alt="Sing a Song of Sixpence" /></a></div> + +<h3>CXXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The first line of this nursery rhyme is quoted in Beaumont and +Fletcher's <i>Bonduca</i>, Act v, sc. 2. It is probable also that Sir Toby alludes +to this song in <i>Twelfth Night</i>, Act. ii, sc. 2, when he says, "Come on; there +is sixpence for you; let's have a song." In <i>Epulario, or the Italian banquet</i>, +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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Sing</b></span> a song of sixpence,</p> +<p class="i2">A bag full of rye;</p> +<p>Four and twenty blackbirds</p> +<p class="i2">Baked in a pie;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When the pie was open'd,</p> +<p class="i2">The birds began to sing;</p> +<p>Was not that a dainty dish,</p> +<p class="i2">To set before the king?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page91" id="page91"></a>[page 91]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The king was in his counting-house</p> +<p class="i2">Counting out his money;</p> +<p>The queen was in the parlour</p> +<p class="i2">Eating bread and honey;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The maid was in the garden</p> +<p class="i2">Hanging out the clothes,</p> +<p>There came a little blackbird,</p> +<p class="i2">And snapt off her nose.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Jenny was so mad,</p> +<p class="i2">She didn't know what to do;</p> +<p>She put her finger in her ear,</p> +<p class="i2">And crackt it right in two.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Lend</b></span> me thy mare to ride a mile?</p> +<p>She is lamed, leaping over a stile.</p> +<p>Alack! and I must keep the fair!</p> +<p>I'll give thee money for thy mare.</p> +<p>Oh, oh! say you so?</p> +<p>Money will make the mare to go!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>About</b></span> the bush, Willy,</p> +<p class="i2">About the bee-hive,</p> +<p>About the bush, Willy,</p> +<p class="i2">I'll meet thee alive.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page92" id="page92"></a>[page 92]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then to my ten shillings,</p> +<p class="i2">Add you but a groat,</p> +<p>I'll go to Newcastle,</p> +<p class="i2">And buy a new coat.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Five and five shillings,</p> +<p class="i2">Five and a crown;</p> +<p>Five and five shillings,</p> +<p class="i2">Will buy a new gown.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Five and five shillings,</p> +<p class="i2">Five and a groat;</p> +<p>Five and five shillings,</p> +<p class="i2">Will buy a new coat.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A pretty</b></span> little girl in a round-eared cap</p> +<p>I met in the streets t'other day;</p> +<p class="i4">She gave me such a thump,</p> +<p class="i4">That my heart it went bump;</p> +<p>I thought I should have fainted away!</p> +<p>I thought I should have fainted away!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father he died, but I can't tell you how,</p> +<p>He left me six horses to drive in my plough:</p> +<p class="i4">With my wing wang waddle oh,</p> +<p class="i4">Jack sing saddle oh,</p> +<p class="i4">Blowsey boys <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'buble'">bubble</ins> oh,</p> +<p class="i4">Under the broom.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page93" id="page93"></a>[page 93]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow;</p> +<p>I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:</p> +<p class="i4">With my, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;</p> +<p>I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:</p> +<p class="i4">With my, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;</p> +<p>A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:</p> +<p class="i4">With my, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;</p> +<p>He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:</p> +<p class="i4">With my, &c.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Bo-peep has lost her sheep,</p> +<p class="i2">And can't tell where to find them;</p> +<p>Leave them alone, and they'll come home,</p> +<p class="i2">And bring their tails behind them.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,</p> +<p class="i2">And dreamt she heard them bleating;</p> +<p>But when she awoke, she found it a joke,</p> +<p class="i2">For they still were all fleeting.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page94" id="page94"></a>[page 94]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then up she took her little crook,</p> +<p class="i2">Determin'd for to find them;</p> +<p>She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,</p> +<p class="i2">For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jeanie</b></span> come tie my,</p> +<p>Jeanie come tie my,</p> +<p>Jeanie come tie my bonnie cravat;</p> +<p>I've tied it behind,</p> +<p>I've tied it before,</p> +<p>And I've tied it so often, I'll tie it no more.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Trip</b></span> upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,</p> +<p>My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;</p> +<p>She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly,</p> +<p>For fear the young men should do me some harm.</p> +<p class="i2">Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,</p> +<p class="i2">What naughty tricks they put upon me:</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page95" id="page95"></a>[page 95]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">They broke my pitcher,</p> +<p class="i4">And spilt the water,</p> +<p class="i2">And huff'd my mother,</p> +<p class="i4">And chid her daughter,</p> +<p>And kiss'd my sister instead of me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1"> +[From 'Histrio-mastix, or, the Player Whipt,' 4to, Lond. 1610. Mr. Rimbault +tells me this is common in Yorkshire.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Some</b></span> up, and some down,</p> +<p class="i4">There's players in the town,</p> +<p>You wot well who they be;</p> +<p class="i4">The sun doth arise,</p> +<p class="i4">To three companies,</p> +<p>One, two, three, four, make wee!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4">Besides we that travel,</p> +<p class="i4">With pumps full of gravel,</p> +<p>Made all of such running leather:</p> +<p class="i4">That once in a week,</p> +<p class="i4">New masters we seek,</p> +<p>And never can hold together.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Johnny</b></span> shall have a new bonnet,</p> +<p class="i2">And Johnny shall go to the fair,</p> +<p>And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon</p> +<p class="i2">To tie up his bonny brown hair.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page96" id="page96"></a>[page 96]</span> +<p>And why may not I love Johnny?</p> +<p class="i2">And why may not Johnny love me?</p> +<p>And why may not I love Johnny</p> +<p class="i2">As well as another body?</p> +<p>And here's a leg for a stocking,</p> +<p class="i2">And here is a leg for a shoe,</p> +<p>And he has a kiss for his daddy,</p> +<p class="i2">And two for his mammy, I trow.</p> +<p>And why may not I love Johnny?</p> +<p class="i2">And why may not Johnny love me?</p> +<p>And why may not I love Johnny,</p> +<p class="i2">As well as another body?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was walking o'er little Moorfields,</p> +<p>I saw St. Paul's a running on wheels,</p> +<p class="i12"> With a fee, fo, fum.</p> +<p>Then for further frolics I'll go to France.</p> +<p>While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance,</p> +<p class="i12"> With a fee, fo fum.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> north wind doth blow,</p> +<p class="i4">And we shall have snow,</p> +<p>And what will poor Robin do then?</p> +<p class="i16"> Poor thing!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page97" id="page97"></a>[page 97]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4">He'll sit in a barn,</p> +<p class="i4">And to keep himself warm,</p> +<p>Will hide his head under his wing.</p> +<p class="i16"> Poor thing!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CL.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[From W. Wager's play, called 'The longer thou livest, the more foole thou +art,' 4to, Lond.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> white dove sat on the castle wall,</p> +<p>I bend my bow and shoot her I shall;</p> +<p>I put her in my glove both feathers and all;</p> +<p>I laid my bridle upon the shelf,</p> +<p>If you will any more, sing it yourself.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Elsie</b></span> Marley is grown so fine,</p> +<p>She won't get up to serve the swine,</p> +<p>But lies in bed till eight or nine,</p> +<p>And surely she does take her time.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?</p> +<p>The wife who sells the barley, honey;</p> +<p>She won't get up to serve her swine,</p> +<p>And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page98" id="page98"></a>[page 98]</span> + +<h3>CLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>London</b></span> bridge is broken down,</p> +<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p> +<p>London bridge is broken down,</p> +<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>How shall we build it up again?</p> +<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p> +<p>How shall we build it up again?</p> +<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Silver and gold will be stole away,</p> +<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p> +<p>Silver and gold will be stole away,</p> +<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Build it up again with iron and steel,</p> +<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p> +<p>Build it up with iron and steel,</p> +<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Iron and steel will bend and bow,</p> +<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p> +<p>Iron and steel will bend and bow,</p> +<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Build it up with wood and clay,</p> +<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p> +<p>Build it up with wood and clay,</p> +<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page99" id="page99"></a>[page 99]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Wood and clay will wash away,</p> +<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p> +<p>Wood and clay will wash away,</p> +<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Build it up with stone so strong,</p> +<p class="i2">Dance o'er my lady lee;</p> +<p>Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,</p> +<p class="i2">With a gay lady.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Father of the Pye,</p> +<p>I cannot sing, my lips are dry;</p> +<p>But when my lips are very well wet,</p> +<p>Then I can sing with the Heigh go Bet!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="center1">[This appears to be an old hunting song. <i>Go bet</i> is a very ancient sporting +phrase, equivalent to <i>go along</i>. It occurs in Chaucer, Leg. Dido, 288.] +</p> + +<h3>CLIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Part of this is in a song called 'Jockey's Lamentation,' in the 'Pills to +Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. v, p. 317.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tom</b></span> he was a piper's son,</p> +<p>He learn'd to play when he was young,</p> +<p>But all the tunes that he could play,</p> +<p>Was, "Over the hills and far away;"</p> +<p>Over the hills, and a great way off,</p> +<p>And the wind will blow my top-knot off.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page100" id="page100"></a>[page 100]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,</p> +<p>That he pleas'd both the girls and boys,</p> +<p>And they stopp'd to hear him play,</p> +<p>"Over the hills and far away."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,</p> +<p>That those who heard him could never keep still;</p> +<p>Whenever they heard they began for to dance,</p> +<p>Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>As Dolly was milking her cow one day,</p> +<p>Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;</p> +<p>So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"</p> +<p>Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,</p> +<p>He used his pipe, and she used her legs;</p> +<p>She danced about till the eggs were all broke,</p> +<p>She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page101" id="page101"></a>[page 101]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,</p> +<p>Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;</p> +<p>He took out his pipe and played them a tune,</p> +<p>And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/021-1000.jpg"><img src="images/021-500.jpg" alt="Tom he was a piper's son" /></a></div> + +<h3>CLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jacky</b></span>, come give me thy fiddle,</p> +<p class="i2">If ever thou mean to thrive:</p> +<p>Nay; I'll not give my fiddle</p> +<p class="i2">To any man alive.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page102" id="page102"></a>[page 102]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>If I should give my fiddle,</p> +<p class="i2">They'll think that I'm gone mad;</p> +<p>For many a joyful day</p> +<p class="i2">My fiddle and I have had.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Of</b></span> all the gay birds that e'er I did see,</p> +<p>The owl is the fairest by far to me;</p> +<p>For all the day long she sits on a tree,</p> +<p>And when the night comes away flies she.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I love</b></span> sixpence, pretty little sixpence,</p> +<p class="i2">I love sixpence better than my life;</p> +<p>I spent a penny of it, I spent another,</p> +<p class="i2">And took fourpence home to my wife.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence,</p> +<p class="i2">I love fourpence better than my life;</p> +<p>I spent a penny of it, I spent another,</p> +<p class="i2">And I took twopence home to my wife.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page103" id="page103"></a>[page 103]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence,</p> +<p class="i2">I love twopence better than my life;</p> +<p>I spent a penny of it, I spent another,</p> +<p class="i2">And I took nothing home to my wife.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing,</p> +<p class="i2">What will nothing buy for my wife?</p> +<p>I have nothing, I spend nothing,</p> +<p class="i2">I love nothing better than my wife.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Merry</b></span> are the bells, and merry would they ring,</p> +<p>Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;</p> +<p>With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,</p> +<p>And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose,</p> +<p>Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;</p> +<p>Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,</p> +<p>With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page104" id="page104"></a>[page 104]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Merry have we met, and merry have we been,</p> +<p>Merry let us part, and merry meet again;</p> +<p>With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,</p> +<p>And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> maid Mary</p> +<p>She minds her dairy,</p> +<p class="i4">While I go a hoing and mowing each morn,</p> +<p>Merrily run the reel</p> +<p>And the little spinning wheel</p> +<p class="i4">Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Hot</b></span>-cross Buns!</p> +<p class="i4">Hot-cross Buns!</p> +<p>One a penny, two a penny</p> +<p class="i4">Hot-cross Buns!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4">Hot-cross Buns!</p> +<p class="i4">Hot-cross Buns!</p> +<p>If ye have no daughters,</p> +<p class="i4">Give them to your sons.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page105" id="page105"></a>[page 105]</span> + +<h3>CLXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Wooley</b></span> Foster has gone to sea,</p> +<p>With silver buckles at his knee,</p> +<p>When he comes back he'll marry me,—</p> +<p class="i4">Bonny Wooley Foster!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Wooley Foster has a cow,</p> +<p>Black and white about the mow,</p> +<p>Open the gates and let her through,</p> +<p class="i4">Wooley Foster's ain cow!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Wooley Foster has a hen,</p> +<p>Cockle button, cockle ben,</p> +<p>She lay eggs for gentlemen,</p> +<p class="i4">But none for Wooley Foster!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following catch is found in Ben Jonson's 'Masque of Oberon,' and is a +most common nursery song at the present day.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Buz</b></span>, quoth the blue fly,</p> +<p class="i2">Hum, quoth the bee,</p> +<p>Buz and hum they cry,</p> +<p class="i2">And so do we:</p> +<p>In his ear, in his nose,</p> +<p class="i2">Thus, do you see?</p> +<p>He ate the dormouse,</p> +<p class="i2">Else it was he.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page106" id="page106"></a>[page 106]</span> + +<h3>CLXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going up the hill,</p> +<p class="i2">I met with Jack the piper,</p> +<p>And all the tunes that he could play</p> +<p class="i2">Was "Tie up your petticoats tighter."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I tied them once, I tied them twice,</p> +<p class="i2">I tied them three times over;</p> +<p>And all the songs that he could sing</p> +<p class="i2">Was "Carry me safe to Dover."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> were two birds sat on a stone,</p> +<p class="i2">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;</p> +<p>One flew away, and then there was one,</p> +<p class="i2">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;</p> +<p>The other flew after, and then there was none,</p> +<p class="i2">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;</p> +<p>And so the poor stone was left all alone,</p> +<p class="i2">Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>How</b></span> does my lady's garden grow?</p> +<p>How does my lady's garden grow?</p> +<p>With cockle shells, and silver bells,</p> +<p>And pretty maids all of a row.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page107" id="page107"></a>[page 107]</span> + +<h3>CLXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a jolly miller</p> +<p class="i2">Lived on the river Dee:</p> +<p>He worked and sung from morn till night,</p> +<p class="i2">No lark so blithe as he,</p> +<p>And this the burden of his song</p> +<p class="i2">For ever used to be—</p> +<p>I jump mejerrime jee!</p> +<p class="i2">I care for nobody—no! not I,</p> +<p>Since nobody cares for me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going along, long, long,</p> +<p>A singing a comical song, song, song,</p> +<p>The lane that I went was so long, long, long,</p> +<p>And the song that I sung was as long, long, long,</p> +<p>And so I went singing along.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Where</b></span> are you going, my pretty maid?</p> +<p>I'm going a-milking, sir, she said.</p> +<p>May I go with you, my pretty maid?</p> +<p>You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.</p> +<p>What is your father, my pretty maid?</p> +<p>My father's a farmer, sir, she said.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page108" id="page108"></a>[page 108]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?</p> +<p>Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said.</p> +<p>Will you be constant, my pretty maid?</p> +<p>That I can't promise you, sir, she said.</p> +<p>Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid!</p> +<p>Nobody asked you, sir! she said.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXIX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Song on the bells of Derby on foot-ball morning, a custom now discontinued:] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pancakes</b></span> and fritters,</p> +<p>Say All Saints and St. Peters;</p> +<p>When will the <i>ball</i> come,</p> +<p>Say the bells of St. Alkmun;</p> +<p>At two they will throw,</p> +<p>Says Saint Werabo;</p> +<p>O! very well,</p> +<p>Says little Michel.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I have</b></span> been to market, my lady, my lady;</p> +<p>Then you've not been to the fair, says pussy, says pussy;</p> +<p>I bought me a rabbit, my lady, my lady;</p> +<p>Then you did not buy a hare, says pussy, says pussy;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page109" id="page109"></a>[page 109]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I roasted it, my lady, my lady;</p> +<p>Then you did not boil it, says pussy, says pussy;</p> +<p>I eat it, my lady, my lady;</p> +<p>And I'll eat you, says pussy, says pussy.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father left me three acres of land,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing ivy, sing ivy;</p> +<p>My father left me three acres of land,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I ploughed it with a ram's horn,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing ivy, sing ivy;</p> +<p>And sowed it all over with one pepper corn,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I harrowed it with a bramble bush,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing ivy, sing ivy;</p> +<p>And reaped it with my little penknife,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I got the mice to carry it to the barn,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing ivy, &c.</p> +<p>And thrashed it with a goose's quill,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing holly, &c.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page110" id="page110"></a>[page 110]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I got the cat to carry it to the mill,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing ivy, &c.</p> +<p>The miller he swore he would have her paw,</p> +<p>And the cat she swore she would scratch his face,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The original of the following is to be found in 'Deuteromelia, or the +second part of <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Músicks'">Musicks</ins> Melodie,' 4to, Lond. 1609, where the music is also +given.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> blind mice, see how they run!</p> +<p>They all ran after the farmer's wife,</p> +<p>Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife,</p> +<p>Did you ever see such fools in your life?</p> +<p class="i18">Three blind mice.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a frog liv'd in a well,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, Kitty alone;</p> +<p>There was a frog liv'd in a well,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, and I!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page111" id="page111"></a>[page 111]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There was a frog liv'd in a well,</p> +<p class="i2">And a farce* mouse in a mill, [*merry</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, Kitty alone,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, and I.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>This frog he would a wooing ride,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &c.</p> +<p>This frog he would a wooing ride,</p> +<p>And on a snail he got astride,</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &c.</p> +<p>He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,</p> +<p>And there he did both knock and call,</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &c.</p> +<p>Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,</p> +<p>To see if thou canst fancy me,</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Quoth she, answer I'll give you none,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &c.</p> +<p>Quoth she, answer I'll give you none,</p> +<p>Until my uncle Rat come home,</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &c.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page112" id="page112"></a>[page 112]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And when her uncle Rat came home,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &c.</p> +<p>And when her uncle Rat came home,</p> +<p>Who's been here since I've been gone?</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &c.</p> +<p>Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,</p> +<p>That's been here since you've been gone,</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The frog he came whistling through the brook,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, &c.</p> +<p>The frog he came whistling through the brook,</p> +<p>And there he met with a dainty duck,</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone, Kitty alone;</p> +<p>This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,</p> +<p>So there's an end of my history book.</p> +<p class="i2">Cock me cary, Kitty alone,</p> +<p class="i2">Kitty alone and I.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page113" id="page113"></a>[page 113]</span> + +<h3>CLXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,</p> +<p>There was a man in our toone, and his name was Billy Pod;</p> +<p>And he played upon an old razor, an old razor, an old razor,</p> +<p>And he played upon an old razor, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, the good roast beef, the good roast beef,</p> +<p>And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, and his name was Billy Pod;</p> +<p>And he played upon an old razor, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe,</p> +<p>And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, and his name was Billy Pod;</p> +<p>And he played upon an old razor, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps,</p> +<p>And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, and his name was Billy Pod;</p> +<p>And he played upon an old razor, &c.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page114" id="page114"></a>[page 114]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And there was a man in tither toone, in tither toone, in tither toone,</p> +<p>And there was a man in tither toone, and his name was Edrin Drum;</p> +<p>And he played upon an old laadle, an old laadle, an old laadle,</p> +<p>And he played upon an old laadle, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And he eat up all the good roast beef, the good roast beef, &c. &c.</p> +<p>And he eat up all the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, &c. &c.</p> +<p>And he eat up all the bawbie baps, &c. and his name was Edrin Drum.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>John Cook</b></span> had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!</p> +<p>Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!</p> +<p>And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page115" id="page115"></a>[page 115]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!</p> +<p>His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!</p> +<p>If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A carrion</b></span> crow sat on an oak,</p> +<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</p> +<p>Watching a tailor shape his cloak;</p> +<p class="i2">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</p> +<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Wife, bring me my old bent bow,</p> +<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</p> +<p>That I may shoot yon carrion crow;</p> +<p class="i2">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</p> +<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The tailor he shot and missed his mark,</p> +<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do;</p> +<p>And shot his own sow quite through the heart;</p> +<p class="i2">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</p> +<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page116" id="page116"></a>[page 116]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Wife, bring brandy in a spoon;</p> +<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,</p> +<p>For our old sow is in a swoon,</p> +<p class="i2">Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,</p> +<p class="i2">Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/022-1100.jpg"><img src="images/022-550.jpg" alt="A carrion crow sat on an oak" /></a></div> + +<h3>CLXXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Another version from MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 17, written in the time of +Charles I.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hic</b></span> hoc, the carrion crow,</p> +<p>For I have shot something too low:</p> +<p>I have quite missed my mark,</p> +<p>And shot the poor sow to the heart;</p> +<p>Wife, bring treacle in a spoon,</p> +<p>Or else the poor sow's heart will down.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page117" id="page117"></a>[page 117]</span> + +<h3>CLXXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Song of a little boy while passing his hour of solitude in a corn-field.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Awa'</b></span> birds, away!</p> +<p>Take a little, and leave a little,</p> +<p>And do not come again;</p> +<p>For if you do,</p> +<p>I will shoot you through,</p> +<p>And there is an end of you.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> I'd as much money as I could spend,</p> +<p>I never would cry old chairs to mend;</p> +<p>Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;</p> +<p>I never would cry old chairs to mend.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>If I'd as much money as I could tell,</p> +<p>I never would cry old clothes to sell;</p> +<p>Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;</p> +<p>I never would cry old clothes to sell.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Whistle</b></span>, daughter, whistle, whistle daughter dear;</p> +<p>I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear.</p> +<p>Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound;</p> +<p>I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page118" id="page118"></a>[page 118]</span> + +<h3>CLXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I'll</b></span> sing you a song,</p> +<p>Though not very long,</p> +<p class="i2">Yet I think it as pretty as any,</p> +<p>Put your hand in your purse,</p> +<p>You'll never be worse,</p> +<p class="i2">And give the poor singer a penny.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Dame</b></span>, get up and bake your pies,</p> +<p>Bake your pies, bake your pies;</p> +<p>Dame, get up and bake your pies,</p> +<p>On Christmas-day in the morning.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Dame, what makes your maidens lie,</p> +<p>Maidens lie, maidens lie;</p> +<p>Dame, what makes your maidens lie,</p> +<p>On Christmas-day in the morning?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Dame, what makes your ducks to die,</p> +<p>Ducks to die, ducks to die;</p> +<p>Dame, what makes your ducks to die,</p> +<p>On Christmas-day in the morning?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,</p> +<p>Cannot fly, cannot fly;</p> +<p>Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,</p> +<p>On Christmas-day in the morning.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page119" id="page119"></a>[page 119]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/023-850.jpg"><img src="images/023-430.jpg" alt="Seventh Class--Riddles" /></a></div> + +<h2>SEVENTH CLASS—RIDDLES.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CLXXXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Ann.]</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/011-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="52" hspace="1" alt="T" border="0" /></div> + <br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>HERE</b> was a girl in our towne,</p> +<p class="i4">Silk an' satin was her gowne,</p> +<p>Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,</p> +<p>Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A thorn.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I went</b></span> to the wood and got it,</p> +<p>I sat me down and looked at it;</p> +<p>The more I looked at it the less I liked it,</p> +<p>And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page120" id="page120"></a>[page 120]</span> + +<h3>CLXXXV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Sunshine.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hick-a-more</b></span>, Hack-a-more,</p> +<p>On the king's kitchen-door;</p> +<p>All the king's horses,</p> +<p>And all the king's men,</p> +<p>Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,</p> +<p>Off the king's kitchen-door!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A pen.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> I was taken from the fair body,</p> +<p class="i2">They then cut off my head,</p> +<p class="i2">And thus my shape was altered;</p> +<p>It's I that make peace between king and king,</p> +<p class="i2">And many a true lover glad:</p> +<p>All this I do and ten times more,</p> +<p class="i2">And more I could do still,</p> +<p>But nothing can I do,</p> +<p class="i2">Without my guider's will.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Snuff.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I look'd out o' my chamber window</p> +<p class="i2">I heard something fall;</p> +<p>I sent my maid to pick it up,</p> +<p class="i2">But she couldn't pick it all.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page121" id="page121"></a>[page 121]</span> + +<h3>CLXXXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A tobacco-pipe.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I went</b></span> into my grandmother's garden,</p> +<p>And there I found a farthing.</p> +<p>I went into my next door neighbour's,</p> +<p>There I bought a pipkin and a popkin—</p> +<p>A slipkin and a slopkin,</p> +<p>A nailboard, a sailboard,</p> +<p>And all for a farthing.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CLXXXIX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Gloves.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going o'er London Bridge,</p> +<p>I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Made</b></span> in London,</p> +<p>Sold at York,</p> +<p>Stops a bottle</p> +<p>And <i>is</i> a cork.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXCI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ten</b></span> and ten and twice eleven,</p> +<p>Take out six and put in seven;</p> +<p>Go to the green and fetch eighteen,</p> +<p>And drop one a coming.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page122" id="page122"></a>[page 122]</span> + +<h3>CXCII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A walnut.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> soft as silk, as white as milk,</p> +<p>As bitter as gall, a thick wall,</p> +<p>And a green coat covers me all.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXCIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A swarm of bees.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going o'er Tipple Tine,</p> +<p>I met a flock of bonny swine;</p> +<p class="i2">Some green-lapp'd,</p> +<p class="i2">Some green-back'd;</p> +<p>They were the very bonniest swine</p> +<p>That e'er went over Tipple Tine.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXCIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[An egg.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Humpty</b></span> Dumpty lay in a beck,*</p> +<p>With all his sinews round his neck;</p> +<p>Forty doctors and forty wrights</p> +<p>Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty to rights!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="footnote1">* A brook.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page123" id="page123"></a>[page 123]</span> + +<h3>CXCV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A storm of wind.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Arthur</b></span> O'Bower has broken his band,</p> +<p>He comes roaring up the land;—</p> +<p>The King of Scots, with all his power,</p> +<p>Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXCVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Tobacco.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Make</b></span> three-fourths of a cross,</p> +<p class="i2">And a circle complete;</p> +<p>And let two semicircles</p> +<p class="i2">On a perpendicular meet;</p> +<p>Next add a triangle</p> +<p class="i2">That stands on two feet;</p> +<p>Next two semicircles,</p> +<p class="i2">And a circle complete.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXCVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a king met a king</p> +<p class="i2">In a narrow lane,</p> +<p>Says this king to that king,</p> +<p class="i2">"Where have you been?"</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page124" id="page124"></a>[page 124]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Oh! I've been a hunting</p> +<p class="i2">With my dog and my doe."</p> +<p>"Pray lend him to me,</p> +<p class="i2">That I may do so."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"There's the dog <i>take</i> the dog."</p> +<p class="i2">"What's the dog's name?"</p> +<p>"I've told you already."</p> +<p class="i2">"Pray tell me again."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXCVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A plum-pudding.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Flour</b></span> of England, fruit of Spain,</p> +<p>Met together in a shower of rain;</p> +<p>Put in a bag tied round with a string,</p> +<p>If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CXCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Every</b></span> lady in this land</p> +<p>Has twenty nails upon each hand,</p> +<p>Five and twenty hands and feet,</p> +<p>All this is true without deceit.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Twelve</b></span> pears hanging high,</p> +<p>Twelve knights riding by;</p> +<p>Each knight took a pear,</p> +<p>And yet left eleven there!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page125" id="page125"></a>[page 125]</span> + +<h3>CCI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A star.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I have</b></span> a little sister, they call her peep, peep;</p> +<p>She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;</p> +<p>She climbs the mountains high, high, high;</p> +<p>Poor little creature she has but one eye.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A needle and thread.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> mother Twitchett had but one eye,</p> +<p>And a long tail which she let fly;</p> +<p>And every time she went over a gap,</p> +<p>She left a bit of her tail in a trap.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[An egg.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>In</b></span> marble walls as white as milk,</p> +<p>Lined with a skin as soft as silk;</p> +<p>Within a fountain crystal clear,</p> +<p>A golden apple doth appear.</p> +<p>No doors there are to this strong-hold.</p> +<p>Yet things break in and steal the gold.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page126" id="page126"></a>[page 126]</span> + +<h3>CCIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A horse-shoer.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>What</b></span> shoe-maker makes shoes without leather,</p> +<p>With all the four elements put together?</p> +<p class="i2">Fire and water, earth and air;</p> +<p class="i2">Ev'ry customer has two pair.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Currants.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Higgledy</b></span> piggledy</p> +<p class="i2">Here we lie,</p> +<p>Pick'd and pluck'd,</p> +<p class="i2">And put in a pie.</p> +<p>My first is snapping, snarling, growling,</p> +<p>My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.</p> +<p>Higgledy piggledy</p> +<p class="i2">Here we lie,</p> +<p>Pick'd and pluck'd,</p> +<p class="i2">And put in a pie.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Thomas</b></span> a Tattamus took two Ts,</p> +<p>To tie two tups to two tall trees,</p> +<p>To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus!</p> +<p>Tell me how many Ts there are in all <span class="sc">THAT</span>.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page127" id="page127"></a>[page 127]</span> + +<h3>CCVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The man had one eye, and the tree two apples upon it.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man who had no eyes,</p> +<p>He went abroad to view the skies;</p> +<p>He saw a tree with apples on it,</p> +<p>He took no apples off, yet left no apples on it.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Cleopatra.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> moon nine days old,</p> +<p>The next sign to cancer;</p> +<p>Pat rat without a tail;—</p> +<p>And now, sir, for your answer,</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCIX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A candle.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Nancy Etticoat,</p> +<p>In a white petticoat,</p> +<p>And a red nose;</p> +<p>The longer she stands,</p> +<p>The shorter she grows.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page128" id="page128"></a>[page 128]</span> + +<h3>CCX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Pair of tongs.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Long</b></span> legs, crooked thighs,</p> +<p>Little head and no eyes.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 16, written in the time of Charles I.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> were three sisters in a hall,</p> +<p>There came a knight amongst them all;</p> +<p>Good morrow, aunt, to the one,</p> +<p>Good morrow, aunt, to the other,</p> +<p>Good morrow, gentlewoman, to the third,</p> +<p class="i2">If you were my aunt,</p> +<p class="i4">As the other two be,</p> +<p class="i2">I would say good morrow,</p> +<p class="i4">Then, aunts, all three.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Isabel.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Congeal'd</b></span > water and Cain's brother,</p> +<p>That was my lover's name, and no other.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Teeth and Gums.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Thirty</b></span> white horses upon a red hill,</p> +<p>Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page129" id="page129"></a>[page 129]</span> + +<h3>CCXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Coals.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Black</b></span> we are, but much admired;</p> +<p>Men seek for us till they are tired.</p> +<p>We tire the horse, but comfort man</p> +<p>Tell me this riddle if you can.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Star.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Higher</b></span> than a house, higher than a tree;</p> +<p>Oh, whatever can that be?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[An Egg.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Humpty dumpty</b></span> sate on a wall,</p> +<p>Humpty dumpty had a great fall;</p> +<p>Three score men and three score more</p> +<p>Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The allusion to Oliver Cromwell satisfactorily fixes the date of the riddle to +belong to the seventeenth century. The answer is, a rainbow.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Purple</b></span>, yellow, red, and green,</p> +<p>The king cannot reach it nor the queen;</p> +<p>Nor can old Noll, whose power's so great:</p> +<p>Tell me this riddle while I count eight.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page130" id="page130"></a>[page 130]</span> + +<h3>CCXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pease</b></span>-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,</p> +<p>Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.</p> +<p>Spell me <i>that</i> without a P,</p> +<p>And a clever scholar you will be.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going o'er Westminster bridge,</p> +<p class="i2">I met with a Westminster scholar;</p> +<p>He pulled off his cap <i>an' drew</i> off his glove,</p> +<p class="i2">And wished me a very good morrow.</p> +<p class="i4">What is his name?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Chimney.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Black</b></span> within, and red without;</p> +<p>Four corners round about.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man rode through our town,</p> +<p class="i2">Gray Grizzle was his name;</p> +<p>His saddle-bow was gilt with gold,</p> +<p class="i2">Three times I've named his name.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page131" id="page131"></a>[page 131]</span> + +<h3>CCXXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Hedgehog.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went over Lincoln bridge</p> +<p>I met mister Rusticap;</p> +<p>Pins and needles on his back,</p> +<p>A going to Thorney fair.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[One leg is a leg of mutton; two legs, a man; three legs, a stool; four legs, +a dog.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Two</b></span> legs sat upon three legs,</p> +<p>With one leg in his lap;</p> +<p>In comes four legs,</p> +<p>And runs away with one leg.</p> +<p>Up jumps two legs,</p> +<p>Catches up three legs,</p> +<p>Throws it after four legs,</p> +<p>And makes him bring back one leg.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Bed.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Formed</b></span> long ago, yet made to-day,</p> +<p class="i2">Employed while others sleep;</p> +<p>What few would like to give away,</p> +<p class="i2">Nor any wish to keep.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page132" id="page132"></a>[page 132]</span> + +<h3>CCXXV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Cinder-sifter.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A riddle</b></span>, a riddle, as I suppose,</p> +<p>A hundred eyes, and never a nose.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Well.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> round as an apple, as deep as a cup,</p> +<p>And all the king's horses can't pull it up.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Cherry.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went through the garden gap,</p> +<p>Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!</p> +<p>A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,</p> +<p>If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Elizabeth</b></span>, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess,</p> +<p>They all went together to seek a bird's nest.</p> +<p>They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,</p> +<p>They all took one, and left four in.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page133" id="page133"></a>[page 133]</span> + +<h3>CCXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going to St. Ives,</p> +<p>I met a man with seven wives,</p> +<p>Every wife had seven sacks,</p> +<p>Every sack had seven cats,</p> +<p>Every cat had seven kits:</p> +<p>Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,</p> +<p>How many were there going to St. Ives?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The Holly Tree.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Highty</b></span>, tighty, paradighty clothed in green,</p> +<p>The king could not read it, no more could the queen;</p> +<p>They sent for a wise man out of the East,</p> +<p>Who said it had horns, but was not a beast!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span>, see! what shall I see?</p> +<p>A horse's head where his tail should be.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A fire-brand with sparks on it.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going o'er London Bridge,</p> +<p class="i2">And peep'd through a nick,</p> +<p>I saw four and twenty ladies</p> +<p class="i2">Riding on a stick!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page134" id="page134"></a>[page 134]</span> + +<h3>CCXXXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[An Icicle.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Lives</b></span> in winter,</p> +<p>Dies in summer,</p> +<p>And grows with its root upwards!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> I went up sandy hill,</p> +<p>I met a sandy boy;</p> +<p>I cut his throat, I sucked his blood,</p> +<p>And left his skin a hanging-o.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little castle upon the sea-side,</p> +<p>One half was water, the other was land;</p> +<p>I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found;</p> +<p>I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.</p> +<p>The cup was gold, filled with wine;</p> +<p>Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> father Graybeard,</p> +<p class="i2">Without tooth or tongue;</p> +<p>If you'll give me your finger,</p> +<p class="i2">I'll give you my thumb.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page135" id="page135"></a>[page 135]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/024-1150.jpg"><img src="images/024-570.jpg" alt="Eighth Class--Charms" /></a></div> + +<h2>EIGHTH CLASS—CHARMS.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CCXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/024-cap_c-30.png" width="30" height="62" hspace="1" alt="C" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 87%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>USHY</b> cow bonny, let down thy milk,</p> +<p class="i4">And I will give thee a gown of silk;</p> +<p class="i4">A gown of silk and a silver tee,</p> +<p class="i4">If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXXXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Said to pips placed in the fire; a species of divination practised by +children.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> you love me, pop and fly;</p> +<p>If you hate me, lay and die.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page136" id="page136"></a>[page 136]</span> + +<h3>CCXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I went</b></span> to the toad that lies under the wall,</p> +<p>I charmed him out, and he came at my call;</p> +<p>I scratch'd out the eyes of the owl before,</p> +<p>I tore the bat's wing, what would you have more.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXL.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Matthew</b></span>, Mark, Luke, and John,</p> +<p>Guard the bed that I lay on!</p> +<p class="i2">Four corners to my bed,</p> +<p class="i2">Four angels round my head;</p> +<p>One to watch, one to pray,</p> +<p>And two to bear my soul away!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXLI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Come</b></span>, butter, come,</p> +<p>Come, butter, come!</p> +<p>Peter stands at the gate,</p> +<p>Waiting for a butter'd cake;</p> +<p>Come, butter, come!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page137" id="page137"></a>[page 137]</span> + +<h3>CCXLII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;</p> +<p>For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;</p> +<p>But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,</p> +<p>The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,</p> +<p>He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine:</p> +<p>Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine</p> +<p>He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,</p> +<p>As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:</p> +<p>'Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,</p> +<p>He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page138" id="page138"></a>[page 138]</span> + +<h3>CCXLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A Thatcher</b></span> of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching;</p> +<p>Did a thatcher of Thatchwood go to Thatchet a thatching?</p> +<p>If a thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching,</p> +<p>Where's the thatching the thatcher of Thatchwood has thatch'd?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXLIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Sometimes 'off a pewter plate' is added at the end of each line.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Peter</b></span> Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;</p> +<p>A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;</p> +<p>If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,</p> +<p>Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father he left me, just as he was able,</p> +<p>One bowl, one bottle, one lable,</p> +<p>Two bowls, two bottles, two lables,</p> +<p>Three, &c. [<i>And so on ad. lib. in one breath.</i>]</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page139" id="page139"></a>[page 139]</span> + +<h3>CCXLVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Robert Rowley</b></span> rolled a round roll round,</p> +<p>A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round;</p> +<p>Where rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXLVII.</h3> + +<p class="indboth1"><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> 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.</p> + +<h3>CCXLVIII.</h3> + +<p class="indboth1"><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> crooked cripples went through +Cripplegate, and through Cripplegate went +three crooked cripples.</p> + +<h3>CCXLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Swan</b></span> swam over the sea—</p> +<p class="i2">Swim, swan, swim;</p> +<p>Swan swam back again,</p> +<p class="i2">Well swam swan,</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page140" id="page140"></a>[page 140]</span> + +<h3>CCL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickup</b></span>, hickup, go away!</p> +<p>Come again another day;</p> +<p>Hickup, hickup, when I bake,</p> +<p>I'll give to you a butter-cake.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickup</b></span>, snicup,</p> +<p>Rise up, right up!</p> +<p>Three drops in the cup</p> +<p>Are good for the hiccup.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/025-750.jpg"><img src="images/025-400.jpg" alt="Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk" /></a></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page141" id="page141"></a>[page 141]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/026-1150.jpg"><img src="images/026-570.jpg" alt="Ninth Class--Gaffers and Gammers" /></a></div> + +<h2>NINTH CLASS—GAFFERS AND GAMMERS.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CCLII.</h3> +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/041-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="54" hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>HERE</b> was an old woman, as I've heard tell,</p> +<p class="i4">She went to market her eggs for to sell;</p> +<p>She went to market all on a market-day,</p> +<p>And she fell asleep on the king's highway.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,</p> +<p>He cut her petticoats all round about;</p> +<p>He cut her petticoats up to the knees,</p> +<p>Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page142" id="page142"></a>[page 142]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When this little woman first did wake,</p> +<p>She began to shiver and she began to shake,</p> +<p>She began to wonder and she began to cry,</p> +<p>"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,</p> +<p>I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;</p> +<p>If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,</p> +<p>And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Home went the little woman all in the dark,</p> +<p>Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;</p> +<p>He began to bark, so she began to cry,</p> +<p>"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman who lived in a shoe,</p> +<p>She had so many children she didn't know what to do;</p> +<p>She gave them some broth without any bread,</p> +<p>She whipped them all well and put them to bed.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page143" id="page143"></a>[page 143]</span> + +<h3>CCLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?</p> +<p>Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing.</p> +<p>Old woman, old woman, shall I love you dearly?</p> +<p>Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman sat spinning,</p> +<p>And that's the first beginning;</p> +<p>She had a calf,</p> +<p>And that's half;</p> +<p>She took it by the tail,</p> +<p>And threw it over the wall,</p> +<p>And that's all.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman, her name it was Peg;</p> +<p>Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork-leg.</p> +<p>The neighbours all pitch'd her into the water,</p> +<p>Her leg was drown'd first, and her head follow'd a'ter.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page144" id="page144"></a>[page 144]</span> + +<h3>CCLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A little</b></span> old man and I fell out;</p> +<p>How shall we bring this matter about?</p> +<p>Bring it about as well as you can,</p> +<p>Get you gone, you little old man!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman,</p> +<p class="i2">And she sold puddings and pies;</p> +<p>She went to the mill,</p> +<p class="i2">And the dust flew in her eyes:</p> +<p>Hot pies and cold pies to sell!</p> +<p class="i2">Wherever she goes,—</p> +<p>You may follow her by the smell.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,</p> +<p class="i2">She would go to Stoken Church fair;</p> +<p>And then old Father Peter said he would meet her</p> +<p class="i2">Before she got half-way there.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman</p> +<p class="i2">Lived under a hill;</p> +<p>And if she's not gone,</p> +<p class="i2">She lives there still.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page145" id="page145"></a>[page 145]</span> + +<h3>CCLXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman toss'd up in a basket</p> +<p class="i2">Nineteen times as high as the moon;</p> +<p>Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,</p> +<p class="i2">For in her hand she carried a broom.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,</p> +<p class="i2">O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?</p> +<p>To brush the cobwebs off the sky!</p> +<p class="i2">Shall I go with thee? Aye, by and by.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row,</p> +<p>He had five hens and a name for them, oh!</p> +<p>Bill and Ned and Battock,</p> +<p>Cut-her-foot and Pattock,</p> +<p>Chuck, my lady Prattock,</p> +<p>Go to thy nest and lay.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman of Leeds</p> +<p>Who spent all her time in good deeds;</p> +<p class="i2">She worked for the poor</p> +<p class="i2">Till her fingers were sore,</p> +<p>This pious old woman of Leeds!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page146" id="page146"></a>[page 146]</span> + +<h3>CCLXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Betty Blue</p> +<p class="i4">Lost a holiday shoe,</p> +<p>What can old Betty do?</p> +<p class="i4">Give her another</p> +<p class="i4">To match the other,</p> +<p>And then she may swagger in two.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> mother Hubbard</p> +<p>Went to the cupboard,</p> +<p class="i2">To get her poor dog a bone;</p> +<p>But when she came there</p> +<p class="i2">The cupboard was bare,</p> +<p>And so the poor dog had none.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the baker's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him some bread,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">The poor dog was dead.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the joiner's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him a coffin,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">The poor dog was laughing.<a id="footnotetag2" name="footnotetag2"></a><a href="#footnote2">*</a></p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page147" id="page147"></a>[page 147]</span> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>She took a clean dish</p> +<p class="i2">To get him some tripe,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">He was smoking his pipe.</p> + </div></div> +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/027-1000.jpg"><img src="images/027-500.jpg" alt="He was smoking his pipe" /></a></div> + <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the fishmonger's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him some fish,</p> +<p>And when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">He was licking the dish.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the ale-house</p> +<p class="i2">To get him some beer,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">The dog sat in a chair.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page148" id="page148"></a>[page 148]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the tavern</p> +<p class="i2">For white wine and red,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">The dog stood on his head.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the hatter's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him a hat,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">He was feeding the cat.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the barber's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him a wig,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">He was dancing a jig.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the fruiterer's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him some fruit,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">He was playing the flute.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the tailor's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him a coat,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">He was riding a goat.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the cobbler's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him some shoes,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">He was reading the news.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page149" id="page149"></a>[page 149]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the sempstress</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him some linen,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">The dog was spinning.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the hosier's</p> +<p class="i2">To buy him some hose,</p> +<p>But when she came back</p> +<p class="i2">He was dress'd in his clothes.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The dame made a curtsey,</p> +<p class="i2">The dog made a bow;</p> +<p>The dame said, your servant,</p> +<p class="i2">The dog said, bow, wow.</p> + </div> </div> + + <p class="footnote"><a id="footnote2" name="footnote2"></a><a href="#footnotetag2">*</a> Probably <i>loffing</i> or <i>loffin'</i>, to complete the rhyme. So in Shakspeare's +'Mids. Night's Dream,' act ii, sc. 1: +</p> + +<div class="poem1"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"And then the whole quire hold their hips, and <i>loffe</i>."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman</p> +<p class="i2">Lived under a hill,</p> +<p>She put a mouse in a bag,</p> +<p class="i2">And sent it to mill;</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The miller declar'd</p> +<p class="i2">By the point of his knife,</p> +<p>He never took toll</p> +<p class="i2">Of a mouse in his life.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page150" id="page150"></a>[page 150]</span> + +<h3>CCLXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman had three sons,</p> +<p>Jerry, and James, and John:</p> +<p>Jerry was hung, James was drowned,</p> +<p>John was lost and never was found,</p> +<p>And there was an end of the three sons,</p> +<p>Jerry, and James, and John!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old man, who lived in a wood,</p> +<p class="i2">As you may plainly see;</p> +<p>He said he could do as much work in a day,</p> +<p class="i2">As his wife could do in three.</p> +<p>With all my heart, the old woman said,</p> +<p class="i2">If that you will allow,</p> +<p>To-morrow you'll stay at home in my stead,</p> +<p class="i2">And I'll go drive the plough:</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>But you must milk the Tidy cow,</p> +<p class="i2">For fear that she go dry;</p> +<p>And you must feed the little pigs</p> +<p class="i2">That are within the sty;</p> +<p>And you must mind the speckled hen,</p> +<p class="i2">For fear she lay away;</p> +<p>And you must reel the spool of yarn</p> +<p class="i2">That I spun yesterday.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page151" id="page151"></a>[page 151]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The old woman took a staff in her hand,</p> +<p class="i2">And went to drive the plough:</p> +<p>The old man took a pail in his hand,</p> +<p class="i2">And went to milk the cow;</p> +<p>But Tidy hinched, and Tidy flinched,</p> +<p class="i2">And Tidy broke his nose,</p> +<p>And Tidy gave him such a blow,</p> +<p class="i2">That the blood ran down to his toes.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>High! Tidy! ho! Tidy! high!</p> +<p class="i2">Tidy! do stand still;</p> +<p>If ever I milk you, Tidy, again,</p> +<p class="i2">'Twill be sore against my will!</p> +<p>He went to feed the little pigs,</p> +<p class="i2">That were within the sty;</p> +<p>He hit his head against the beam,</p> +<p class="i2">And he made the blood to fly.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He went to mind the speckled hen,</p> +<p class="i2">For fear she'd lay astray,</p> +<p>And he forgot the spool of yarn</p> +<p class="i2">His wife spun yesterday.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>So he swore by the sun, the moon, and the stars,</p> +<p class="i2">And the green leaves on the tree,</p> +<p>If his wife didn't do a day's work in her life,</p> +<p class="i2">She should ne'er be ruled by he.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page152" id="page152"></a>[page 152]</span> + +<h3>CCLXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old man of Tobago,</p> +<p>Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago;</p> +<p class="i2">Till, much to his bliss,</p> +<p class="i2">His physician said this—</p> +<p>"To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Oh</b></span>, dear, what can the matter be?</p> +<p>Two old women got up in an apple tree;</p> +<p>One came down,</p> +<p>And the other staid till Saturday.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old man,</p> +<p>And he had a calf,</p> +<p class="i2">And that's half;</p> +<p>He took him out of the stall,</p> +<p>And put him on the wall;</p> +<p class="i2">And that's all.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Father Short</b></span> came down the lane,</p> +<p class="i2">Oh! I'm obliged to hammer and smite</p> +<p class="i2">From four in the morning till eight at night,</p> +<p>For a bad master, and a worse dame.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page153" id="page153"></a>[page 153]</span> + +<h3>CCLXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,</p> +<p>Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small:</p> +<p>A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,</p> +<p>And down at one gulp house and old woman went.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman of Norwich,</p> +<p>Who lived upon nothing but porridge;</p> +<p class="i2">Parading the town,</p> +<p class="i2">She turned cloak into gown,</p> +<p>This thrifty old woman of Norwich.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A little</b></span> old man of Derby,</p> +<p>How do you think he served me?</p> +<p>He took away my bread and cheese,</p> +<p>And that is how he served me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman in Surrey,</p> +<p>Who, was morn, noon, and night in a hurry;</p> +<p class="i4">Call'd her husband a fool,</p> +<p class="i4">Drove the children to school,</p> +<p>The worrying old woman of Surrey.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page154" id="page154"></a>[page 154]</span> +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/028-900.jpg"><img src="images/028-450.jpg" alt="Tenth Class--Games" /></a></div> + +<h2>TENTH CLASS—GAMES.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CCLXXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/007-cap_o-30.png" width="30" height="55" hspace="1" alt="O" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"><b>NE-ERY</b>, two-ery,</p> +<p class="i4">Ziccary zan;</p> +<p>Hollow bone, crack a bone,</p> +<p class="i2">Ninery, ten:</p> +<p>Spittery spot,</p> +<p class="i2">It must be done;</p> +<p>Twiddleum twaddleum,</p> +<p class="i2">Twenty-one.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page155" id="page155"></a>[page 155]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Hink spink, the puddings stink,</p> +<p class="i2">The fat begins to fry,</p> +<p>Nobody at home, but jumping Joan,</p> +<p class="i2">Father, mother, and I.</p> +<p>Stick, stock, stone dead,</p> +<p class="i2">Blind man can't see,</p> +<p>Every knave will have a slave,</p> +<p class="i2">You or I must be he.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Who</b></span> goes round my house this night?</p> +<p class="i2">None but cruel Tom!</p> +<p>Who steals all the sheep at night?</p> +<p class="i2">None but this poor one.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Dance</b></span>, Thumbkin, dance,</p> +<p class="i6">[<i>Keep the thumb in motion.</i></p> +<p>Dance, ye merrymen, every one:</p> +<p class="i6">[<i>All the fingers in motion.</i></p> +<p>For Thumbkin, he can dance alone,</p> +<p class="i6">[<i>The thumb only moving</i>.</p> +<p>Thumbkin, he can dance alone,</p> +<p class="i6">[<i>Ditto.</i></p> +<p>Dance, Foreman, dance,</p> +<p class="i6">[<i>The first finger moving.</i></p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page156" id="page156"></a>[page 156]</span> +<p>Dance, ye merrymen, every one;</p> +<p class="i6">[<i>The whole moving.</i></p> +<p>But Foreman, he can dance alone,</p> +<p>Foreman, he can dance alone.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[and So on With the Others—naming the 2d Finger Longman—the 3d +Finger Ringman—and the 4th Finger Littleman. Littleman Cannot Dance +Alone.]</p> +</div> + +<h3>CCLXXX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following is used by schoolboys, when two are starting to run a race.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span> to make ready,</p> +<p class="i2">And two to prepare;</p> +<p>Good luck to the rider,</p> +<p class="i2">And away goes the mare.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Gay</b></span> go up and gay go down,</p> +<p class="i2">To ring the bells of London town.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Bull's eyes and targets,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Brickbats and tiles,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Giles'.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Halfpence and farthings,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Martin's.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Oranges and lemons,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Clement's.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page157" id="page157"></a>[page 157]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Pancakes and fritters,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells of St. Peter's.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Two sticks and an apple,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells at Whitechapel.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Old Father Baldpate,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the slow bells at Aldgate.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">You owe me ten shillings,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells at St. Helen's.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Pokers and tongs,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells at St. John's.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Kettles and pans,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells at St. Ann's.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">When will you pay me?</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells at Old Bailey.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">When I grow rich,</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells at Shoreditch.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">Pray when will that be?</p> +<p class="i2">Say the bells of Stepney.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">I am sure I don't know,</p> +<p class="i2">Says the great bell at Bow.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Here comes a candle to light you to bed,</p> +<p>And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page158" id="page158"></a>[page 158]</span> + +<h3>CCLXXXII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Buff</b></span> says Buff to all his men,</p> +<p>And I say Buff to you again;</p> +<p>Buff neither laughs nor smiles,</p> +<p>But carries his face</p> +<p>With a very good grace,</p> +<p>And passes the stick to the very next place!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Game with the hands.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pease-pudding</b></span> hot,</p> +<p class="i2">Pease-pudding cold,</p> +<p>Pease-pudding in the pot,</p> +<p class="i2">Nine days old.</p> +<p>Some like it hot,</p> +<p class="i2">Some like it cold,</p> +<p>Some like it in the pot,</p> +<p class="i2">Nine days old.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Awake</b></span>, arise, pull out your eyes,</p> +<p class="i2">And <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'here'">hear</ins> what time of day;</p> +<p>And when you have done, pull out your tongue,</p> +<p class="i2">And see what you can say.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page159" id="page159"></a>[page 159]</span> + +<h3>CCLXXXV.</h3> + +<h3>GAME OF THE GIPSY.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[One child is selected for Gipsy, one for Mother, and one for Daughter +Sue. The Mother says,—</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I charge</b></span> my daughters every one</p> +<p>To keep good house while I am gone.</p> +<p>You and <i>you</i> (<i>points</i>) but specially <i>you</i>,</p> +<p>[<i>Or sometimes</i>, but specially <i>Sue</i>.]</p> +<p>Or else I'll beat you black and blue.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1"> +[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.]</p> +</div> + +<h3>CCLXXXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[This game begins thus: Take this—What's this?—A gaping, wide-mouthed, +waddling frog, &c.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Twelve</b></span> huntsmen with horns and hounds,</p> +<p>Hunting over other men's grounds!</p> +<p>Eleven ships sailing o'er the main,</p> +<p>Some bound for France and some for Spain:</p> +<p>I wish them all safe home again:</p> +<p>Ten comets in the sky,</p> +<p>Some low and some high;</p> +<p>Nine peacocks in the air,</p> +<p>I wonder how they all came there,</p> +<p>I do not know and I do not care;</p> +<p>Eight joiners in joiner's hall,</p> +<p>Working with the tools and all;</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page160" id="page160"></a>[page 160]</span> +<p>Seven lobsters in a dish,</p> +<p>As fresh as any heart could wish;</p> +<p>Six beetles against the wall,</p> +<p>Close by an old woman's apple stall;</p> +<p>Five puppies of our dog Ball,</p> +<p>Who daily for their breakfast call;</p> +<p>Four horses stuck in a bog,</p> +<p>Three monkeys tied to a clog;</p> +<p>Two pudding-ends would choke a dog.</p> +<p>With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>a.</b></span></span> <span class="sc"><b>Draw</b></span> a pail of water,</p> +<p class="i4">For my lady's daughter;</p> +<p class="i4">My father's a king, and my mother's a queen,</p> +<p class="i4">My two little sisters are dress'd in green,</p> +<p class="i4">Stamping grass and parsley,</p> +<p class="i4">Marigold leaves and daisies.</p> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>b.</b></span></span> One rush, two rush,</p> +<p class="i4">Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page161" id="page161"></a>[page 161]</span> + +<h3>CCLXXXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is usually found +by itself in the small books of children's rhymes.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Sieve</b></span> my lady's oatmeal,</p> +<p class="i2">Grind my lady's flour,</p> +<p>Put it in a chesnut,</p> +<p class="i2">Let it stand an hour;</p> +<p>One may rush, two may rush,</p> +<p>Come, my girls, walk under the bush.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCLXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Queen Anne</b></span>, queen Anne, you sit in the sun,</p> +<p>As fair as a lily, as white as a wand.</p> +<p>I send you three letters, and pray read one,</p> +<p>You must read one, if you can't read all,</p> +<p>So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> were three jovial Welshmen,</p> +<p class="i2">As I have heard them say,</p> +<p>And they would go a-hunting</p> +<p class="i2">Upon St. David's day.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>All the day they hunted,</p> +<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p> +<p>But a ship a-sailing,</p> +<p class="i2">A-sailing with the wind.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page162" id="page162"></a>[page 162]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>One said it was a ship,</p> +<p class="i2">The other he said, nay;</p> +<p>The third said it was a house,</p> +<p class="i2">With the chimney blown away.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And all the night they hunted,</p> +<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p> +<p>But the moon a-gliding,</p> +<p class="i2">A-gliding with the wind.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>One said it was the moon,</p> +<p class="i2">The other he said, nay;</p> +<p>The third said it was a cheese,</p> +<p class="i2">And half o't cut away.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And all the day they hunted,</p> +<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p> +<p>But a hedgehog in a bramble bush,</p> +<p class="i2">And that they left behind.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The first said it was a hedgehog,</p> +<p class="i2">The second he said, nay;</p> +<p>The third it was a pincushion,</p> +<p class="i2">And the pins stuck in wrong way.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And all the night they hunted,</p> +<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p> +<p>But a hare in a turnip field,</p> +<p class="i2">And that they left behind.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page163" id="page163"></a>[page 163]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The first said it was a hare,</p> +<p class="i2">The second he said, nay;</p> +<p>The third said it was a calf,</p> +<p class="i2">And the cow had run away.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And all the day they hunted,</p> +<p class="i2">And nothing could they find</p> +<p>But an owl in a holly tree,</p> +<p class="i2">And that they left behind.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>One said it was an owl,</p> +<p class="i2">The other he said, nay;</p> +<p>The third said 'twas an old man,</p> +<p class="i2">And his beard growing grey.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXCI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Is</b></span> John Smith within?—</p> +<p>Yes, that he is.</p> +<p>Can he set a shoe?—</p> +<p>Ay, marry, two,</p> +<p>Here a nail, there a nail,</p> +<p>Tick, tack, too.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXCII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Margery</b></span> Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep,</p> +<p>They met together in Grace-church Street;</p> +<p>In and out, in and out, over the way,</p> +<p>Oh! says Johnny, 'tis chop-nose day.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page164" id="page164"></a>[page 164]</span> + +<h3>CCXCIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Intery</b></span>, mintery, cutery-corn,</p> +<p>Apple seed and apple thorn;</p> +<p>Wine, brier, limber-lock,</p> +<p>Five geese in a flock,</p> +<p>Sit and sing by a spring,</p> +<p><span class="sc">O-u-t</span>, and in again.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXCIV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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 <i>v</i>. Clatter.']</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>A duck</b></span> and a drake,</p> +<p class="i4">A nice barley-cake,</p> +<p>With a penny to pay the old baker;</p> +<p class="i4">A hop and a scotch,</p> +<p class="i4">Is another notch,</p> +<p>Slitherum, slatherum, take her.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXCV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span>, Saw, Margery Daw,</p> +<p>Sold her bed and lay upon straw;</p> +<p>Was not she a dirty slut,</p> +<p>To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page165" id="page165"></a>[page 165]</span> + +<h3>CCXCVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span>, saw, Margery Daw,</p> +<p class="i2">Little Jackey shall have a new master;</p> +<p>Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day,</p> +<p class="i2">Because he can't work any faster.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXCVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>1. I am</b></span> a gold lock.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> I am a gold key.</p> +<p><b>1.</b> I am a silver lock.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> I am a silver key.</p> +<p><b>1.</b> I am a brass lock.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> I am a brass key.</p> +<p><b>1.</b> I am a lead lock.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> I am a lead key.</p> +<p><b>1.</b> I am a monk lock.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> I am a monk key!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCXCVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span> a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</p> +<p>To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse;</p> +<p>It trots behind, and it ambles before,</p> +<p>And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page166" id="page166"></a>[page 166]</span> + +<h3>CCXCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span> a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</p> +<p class="i2">To see what Tommy can buy;</p> +<p>A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,</p> +<p class="i2">And a twopenny apple-pie.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack</b></span> be nimble,</p> +<p class="i2">And Jack be quick:</p> +<p>And Jack jump over</p> +<p class="i2">The candle-stick.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Weave</b></span> the diaper tick-a-tick tick,</p> +<p>Weave the diaper tick—</p> +<p>Come this way, come that</p> +<p>As close as a mat,</p> +<p>Athwart and across, up and down, round about,</p> +<p>And forwards, and backwards, and inside, and out;</p> +<p>Weave the diaper thick-a-thick thick,</p> +<p>Weave the diaper thick!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page167" id="page167"></a>[page 167]</span> + +<h3>CCCII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Used in Somersetshire in counting out the game of pee-wip or pee wit.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>One-ery</b></span>, two-ery, hickary, hum,</p> +<p>Fillison, follison, Nicholson, John,</p> +<p>Quever, quauver, Irish Mary,</p> +<p>Stenkarum, stankarum, buck!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Whoop</b></span>, whoop, and hollow,</p> +<p>Good dogs won't follow,</p> +<p>Without the hare cries "pee wit."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tom</b></span> Brown's two little Indian boys,</p> +<p class="i2">One ran away,</p> +<p class="i2">The other wouldn't stay,—</p> +<p>Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> were two blackbirds,</p> +<p class="i4">Sitting on a hill,</p> +<p>The one nam'd Jack,</p> +<p class="i4">The other nam'd Jill;</p> +<p class="i2">Fly away Jack!</p> +<p class="i2">Fly away Jill!</p> +<p class="i2">Come again Jack!</p> +<p class="i2">Come again Jill!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page168" id="page168"></a>[page 168]</span> + +<h3>CCCVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tip</b></span>, top, tower,</p> +<p>Tumble down in an hour.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>1.</b> <span class="sc"><b> I went</b></span> up one pair of stairs.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> Just like me.</p> +<p><b>1.</b> I went up two pair of stairs.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> Just like me.</p> +<p><b>1.</b> I went into a room.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> Just like me.</p> +<p><b>1.</b> I looked out of a window.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> Just like me.</p> +<p><b>1.</b> And there I saw a monkey.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> Just like me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Number</b></span> number nine, this hoop's mine;</p> +<p>Number number ten, take it back again.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> goes my lord</p> +<p>A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,</p> +<p class="i2">Here goes my lady</p> +<p>A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page169" id="page169"></a>[page 169]</span> +<p class="i4">Here goes my young master</p> +<p class="i2">Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch:</p> +<p class="i4">Here goes my young miss,</p> +<p class="i2">An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!</p> +<p>The footman lays behind to tipple ale and wine,</p> +<p>And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCX.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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."]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Green</b></span> cheese, yellow laces,</p> +<p>Up and down the market-places,</p> +<p class="i2">Turn, cheeses, turn!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market ride the gentlemen,</p> +<p class="i2">So do we, so do we;</p> +<p>Then comes the country clown,</p> +<p class="i2">Hobbledy gee, Hobbledy gee;</p> +<p>First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim;</p> +<p>Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;</p> +<p>Then comes the country clowns, gallop-a-trot.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page170" id="page170"></a>[page 170]</span> + +<h3>CCCXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span> a cock-horse to Coventry-cross;</p> +<p class="i2">To see what Emma can buy;</p> +<p>A penny white cake I'll buy for her sake,</p> +<p class="i2">And a twopenny tart or a pie.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span> a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</p> +<p>To see an old lady upon a white horse,</p> +<p>Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,</p> +<p>And so she makes music wherever she goes.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Song set to five toes.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>1.</b> <span class="sc"><b>Let</b></span> us go to the wood, says this pig;</p> +<p><b>2.</b> What to do there? says that pig;</p> +<p><b>3.</b> To look for my mother, says this pig;</p> +<p><b>4.</b> What to do with her? says that pig;</p> +<p><b>5.</b> Kiss her to death, says this pig.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ring</b></span> me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3),</p> +<p>As I go round (4), ring by ring (5),</p> +<p>A virgin (6) goes a maying (7),</p> +<p>Here's a flower (8), and there's a flower (9),</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page171" id="page171"></a>[page 171]</span> +<p>Growing in my lady's garden (10),</p> +<p>If you set your foot awry (11),</p> +<p>Gentle John will make you cry (12),</p> +<p>If you set your foot amiss (13),</p> +<p>Gentle John (14) will give you a kiss.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The child upon whom (14) falls is then taken out, and forced to select +one of the other sex. The middle child then proceeds.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> [lady or gentleman] is none of ours,</p> +<p>Has put [him or her] self in [the selected child's] power,</p> +<p>So clap all hands, and ring all bells, and make the wedding o'er.</p> +<p class="i36">[<i>All clap hands.</i>]</p> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<h3>CCCXVI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>"Two</b></span> broken tradesmen,</p> +<p class="i2">Newly come over,</p> +<p>The one from France and Scotland,</p> +<p class="i2">The other from Dover."</p> +<p>"What's your trade?"</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page172" id="page172"></a>[page 172]</span> + +<h3>CCCXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Clap</b></span> hands, clap hands,</p> +<p class="i2">Hie Tommy Randy,</p> +<p>Did you see my good man?</p> +<p class="i2">They call him Cock-a-bandy.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Silken Stockings on his legs,</p> +<p class="i2">Silver buckles glancin',</p> +<p>A sky-blue bonnet on his head,</p> +<p class="i2">And oh, but he is handsome.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A song set to five fingers.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>1.</b> <span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> pig went to market;</p> +<p><b>2.</b> This pig staid at home;</p> +<p><b>3.</b> This pig had a bit of meat;</p> +<p><b>4.</b> And this pig had none;</p> +<p><b>5.</b> This pig said, Wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXIX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Children hunting bats.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bat</b></span>, bat, (<i>clap hands</i>,)</p> +<p>Come under my hat,</p> +<p class="i2">And I'll give you a slice of bacon;</p> +<p>And when I bake,</p> +<p>I'll give you a cake,</p> +<p class="i2">If I am not mistaken.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page173" id="page173"></a>[page 173]</span> + +<h3>CCCXX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A game at ball.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Cuckoo</b></span>, cherry tree,</p> +<p>Catch a bird, and give it to me;</p> +<p>Let the tree be high or low,</p> +<p>Let it hail, rain, or snow.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Two of the strongest children are selected, <span class="sc">a</span> and <span class="sc">b</span>; <span class="sc">a</span> stands within a +ring of the children, <span class="sc">b</span> being outside.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>a.</b></span> <span class="sc"><b>Who</b></span> is going round my sheepfold?</p> +<p><span class="sc"><b>b.</b></span> Only poor old Jacky Lingo.</p> +<p><span class="sc"><b>a.</b></span> Don't steal any of my black sheep.</p> +<p><span class="sc"><b>b.</b></span> No, no more I will, only by one,</p> +<p class="i2"> Up, says Jacky Lingo. (<i>Strikes one.</i>)</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The child struck leaves the ring, and takes hold of <span class="sc">b</span> behind; <span class="sc">b</span> 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; <span class="sc">a</span> then +tries to get them back; <span class="sc">b</span> runs away with them; they try to shelter themselves +behind <span class="sc">b</span>; <span class="sc">a</span> drags them off, one by one, setting them against a wall, +until he has recovered all. A regular tearing game, as children say.]</p> +</div> + +<h3>CCCXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i10"><span class="sc"><b>Highty</b></span> cock O!</p> +<p class="i10">To London we go,</p> +<p class="i10">To York we ride;</p> +<p>And Edward has pussy-cat tied to his side;</p> +<p>He shall have little dog tied to the other,</p> +<p>And then he goes trid trod to see his grandmother.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page174" id="page174"></a>[page 174]</span> + +<h3>CCCXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> is the key of the kingdom.</p> +<p>In that kingdom there is a city.</p> +<p>In that city there is a town.</p> +<p>In that town there is a street.</p> +<p>In that street there is a lane.</p> +<p>In that lane there is a yard.</p> +<p>In that yard there is a house.</p> +<p>In that house there is a room.</p> +<p>In that room there is a bed.</p> +<p>On that bed there is a basket.</p> +<p>In that basket there are some flowers.</p> +<p>Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, &c. &c.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[Children stand round, and are counted one by one, by means of this +rhyme. The child upon whom the last number falls is <i>out</i>, 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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickory</b></span> (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3),</p> +<p>The mouse ran up the clock (4),</p> +<p>The clock struck one (5),</p> +<p>The mouse was gone (6);</p> +<p><span class="sc">O (7), u (8), t</span> (9), spells <span class="sc">OUT</span>!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page175" id="page175"></a>[page 175]</span> + +<h3>CCCXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>One</b></span> old Oxford ox opening oysters;</p> +<p>Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tadbury;</p> +<p>Three tall tigers tippling tenpenny tea;</p> +<p>Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;</p> +<p>Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;</p> +<p>Six sportsmen shooting snipes;</p> +<p>Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;</p> +<p>Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;</p> +<p>Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;</p> +<p>Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinderboxes with ten tenpenny tacks;</p> +<p>Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;</p> +<p>Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following lines are sung by children when starting for a race.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Good</b></span> horses, bad horses,</p> +<p class="i2">What is the time of day?</p> +<p>Three o'clock, four o'clock,</p> +<p class="i2">Now fare you away.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page176" id="page176"></a>[page 176]</span> + +<h3>CCCXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>See-saw</b></span>, jack a daw,</p> +<p>What is a craw to do wi' her?</p> +<p>She has not a stocking to put on her,</p> +<p>And the craw has not one for to gi' her.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>How</b></span> many miles is it to Babylon?—</p> +<p>Threescore miles and ten.</p> +<p>Can I get there by candle-light?—</p> +<p>Yes, and back again!</p> +<p>If your heels are nimble and light,</p> +<p>You may get there by candle-light.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Clap</b></span> hands, clap hands!</p> +<p class="i2">Till father comes home;</p> +<p>For father's got money,</p> +<p class="i2">But mother's got none.</p> +<p class="i6">Clap hands, &c.</p> +<p class="i8">Till father, &c.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page177" id="page177"></a>[page 177]</span> + +<h3>CCCXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>See-saw</b></span> sacradown,</p> +<p>Which is the way to London town?</p> +<p>One foot up, and the other down,</p> +<p>And that is the way to London town.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> stands a post,</p> +<p>Who put it there?</p> +<p>A better man than you;</p> +<p>Touch it if you dare!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A stands with a row of girls (her daughters) behind her; B, a suitor, +advances.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>b.</b></span></span> <span class="sc"><b>Trip</b></span> trap over the grass: If you please will you let one of your [eldest] daughters come,</p> +<p class="i4">Come and dance with me?</p> +<p class="i4">I will give you pots and pans, I will give you brass,</p> +<p class="i4">I will give you anything for a pretty lass.</p> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>a.</b></span></span> says, "No."</p> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>b.</b></span></span> I will give you gold and silver, I will give you pearl,</p> +<p class="i4">I will give you anything for a pretty girl.</p> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>a.</b></span></span> Take one, take one, the fairest you may see.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page178" id="page178"></a>[page 178]</span> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b>b.</b></span></span> The fairest one that I can see</p> +<p class="i4">Is pretty Nancy,—come to me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="center1">[B carries one off, and says:] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">You shall have a duck, my dear,</p> +<p class="i2">And you shall have a drake,</p> +<p class="i2">And you shall have a young man apprentice for your sake.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="center1">[Children say:] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>If this young man should happen to die,</p> +<p class="i2">And leave this poor woman a widow,</p> +<p>The bells shall all ring, and the birds shall all sing,</p> +<p class="i2">And we'll all clap hands together.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="center1">[So it is repeated until the whole are taken.] +</p> + +<h3>CCCXXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The "Three Knights of Spain" is a game played in nearly the same +manner as the preceding. The <i>dramatis personæ</i> 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.]</p> +</div> + +<h5><i>Suitors.</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>We</b></span> are three brethren out of Spain,</p> +<p>Come to court your daughter Jane.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h5><i>Mother.</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>My daughter Jane she is too young,</p> +<p>And has not learned her mother tongue.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page179" id="page179"></a>[page 179]</span> + +<h5><i>Suitors.</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Be she young, or be she old,</p> +<p>For her beauty she must be sold.</p> +<p>So fare you well, my lady gay,</p> +<p>We'll call again another day.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h5><i>Mother.</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,</p> +<p>And rub thy spurs till they be bright.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h5><i>Suitors.</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Of my spurs take you no thought,</p> +<p>For in this town they were not bought,</p> +<p>So fare you well, my lady gay,</p> +<p>We'll call again another day.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h5><i>Mother.</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,</p> +<p>And take the fairest in your sight.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h5><i>Suitor.</i></h5> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>The fairest maid that I can see,</p> +<p>Is pretty Nancy,—come to me.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Here comes your daughter safe and sound,</p> +<p>Every pocket with a thousand pound;</p> +<p>Every finger with a gay gold ring;</p> +<p>Please to take your daughter in.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page180" id="page180"></a>[page 180]</span> + +<h3>CCCXXXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A game on the slate.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Eggs</b></span>, butter, bread,</p> +<p>Stick, stock, stone dead!</p> +<p>Stick him up, stick him down,</p> +<p>Stick him in the old man's crown!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXXV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father was a Frenchman,</p> +<p class="i2">He bought for me a fiddle,</p> +<p>He cut me here, he cut me here,</p> +<p class="i2">He cut me right in the middle.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Patting the foot on the five toes.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Shoe</b></span> the colt, shoe!</p> +<p class="i2">Shoe the wild mare;</p> +<p>Put a sack on her back,</p> +<p class="i2">See if she'll bear.</p> +<p>If she'll bear,</p> +<p class="i2">We'll give her some grains;</p> +<p>If she won't bear,</p> +<p class="i2">We'll dash out her brains!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page181" id="page181"></a>[page 181]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/029-860.jpg"><img src="images/029-430.jpg" alt="" /></a></div> + +<h3>CCCXXXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Game on a child's features.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> sits the Lord Mayor . . <i>forehead</i>.</p> +<p class="i2">Here sit his two men . . . <i>eyes</i>.</p> +<p>Here sits the cock . . . . <i>right cheek</i>.</p> +<p class="i2">Here sits the hen . . . . <i>left cheek</i>.</p> +<p>Here sit the little chickens . . <i>tip of nose</i>.</p> +<p class="i2">Here they run in . . . . <i>mouth</i>.</p> +<p>Chinchopper, chinchopper,</p> +<p class="i2">Chinchopper, chin! . . . <i>chuck the chin</i>.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page182" id="page182"></a>[page 182]</span> + +<h3>CCCXXXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A play with the face. The child exclaims:] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ring</b></span> the bell! . . . <i>giving a lock of its hair a pull.</i></p> +<p>Knock at the door! . <i>tapping its forehead.</i></p> +<p>Draw the latch! . . <i>pulling up its nose.</i></p> +<p>And walk in! . . . <i>opening its mouth and putting in its finger.</i></p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXXXIX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[An exercise during which the fingers of the child are enumerated.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Thumbikin</b></span>, Thumbikin, broke the barn,</p> +<p>Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn.</p> +<p>Long back'd Gray</p> +<p>Carried it away.</p> +<p>Old Mid-man sat and saw,</p> +<p>But Peesy-weesy paid for a'.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> pig went to market,</p> +<p class="i2">Squeak mouse, mouse, mousey;</p> +<p>Shoe, shoe, shoe the wild colt,</p> +<p class="i2">And here's my own doll, Dowsy.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page183" id="page183"></a>[page 183]</span> + +<h3>CCCXLI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[From Yorkshire. A game to alarm children.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Flowers</b></span>, flowers, high-do!</p> +<p>Sheeny, greeny, rino!—</p> +<p class="i2">Sheeny greeny,</p> +<p class="i2">Sheeny greeny,</p> +<p>Rum tum fra!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><b>1.</b> <span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> pig went to the barn.</p> +<p><b>2.</b> This eat all the corn.</p> +<p><b>3.</b> This said he would tell.</p> +<p><b>4.</b> This said he wasn't well.</p> +<p><b>5.</b> This went week, week, week, over the door sill.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXLIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> comes a poor woman from baby-land,</p> +<p>With three small children in her hand:</p> +<p>One can brew, the other can bake,</p> +<p>The other can make a pretty round cake.</p> +<p>One can sit in the garden and spin,</p> +<p>Another can make a fine bed for the king;</p> +<p>Pray ma'am will you take one in?</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page184" id="page184"></a>[page 184]</span> + +<h3>CCCXLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I can</b></span> make diet bread,</p> +<p class="i2">Thick and thin;</p> +<p>I can make diet bread,</p> +<p class="i2">Fit for the king.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> we come a piping,</p> +<p>First in spring, and then in May;</p> +<p>The queen she sits upon the sand,</p> +<p>Fair as a lily, white as a wand:</p> +<p>King John has sent you letters three,</p> +<p>And begs you'll read them unto me.—</p> +<p>We can't read one without them all,</p> +<p>So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXLVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> first day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The second day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Two turtle doves and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page185" id="page185"></a>[page 185]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The third day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The fourth day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The fifth day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Five gold rings,</p> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The sixth day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Six geese a laying,</p> +<p>Five gold rings,</p> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page186" id="page186"></a>[page 186]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The seventh day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p> +<p>Six geese a laying,</p> +<p>Five gold rings,</p> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The eighth day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Eight maids a milking,</p> +<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p> +<p>Six geese a laying,</p> +<p>Five gold rings,</p> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The ninth day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Nine drummers drumming,</p> +<p>Eight maids a milking,</p> +<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p> +<p>Six geese a laying,</p> +<p>Five gold rings,</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page187" id="page187"></a>[page 187]</span> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The tenth day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Ten pipers piping,</p> +<p>Nine drummers drumming,</p> +<p>Eight maids a milking,</p> +<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p> +<p>Six geese a laying,</p> +<p>Five gold rings,</p> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The eleventh day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Eleven ladies dancing,</p> +<p>Ten pipers piping,</p> +<p>Nine drummers drumming,</p> +<p>Eight maids a milking,</p> +<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p> +<p>Six geese a laying,</p> +<p>Five gold rings,</p> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page188" id="page188"></a>[page 188]</span> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The twelfth day of Christmas,</p> +<p>My true love sent to me</p> +<p>Twelve lords a leaping,</p> +<p>Eleven ladies dancing,</p> +<p>Ten pipers piping,</p> +<p>Nine drummers drumming,</p> +<p>Eight maids a milking,</p> +<p>Seven swans a swimming,</p> +<p>Six geese a laying,</p> +<p>Five gold rings,</p> +<p>Four colly birds,</p> +<p>Three French hens,</p> +<p>Two turtle doves, and</p> +<p>A partridge in a pear tree.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<h3>CCCXLVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A game on the fingers.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Heetum</b></span> peetum penny pie,</p> +<p>Populorum gingum gie;</p> +<p>East, West, North, South,</p> +<p>Kirby, Kendal, Cock him out!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page189" id="page189"></a>[page 189]</span> + +<h3>CCCXLVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A game-rhyme.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Trip</b></span> and go, heave and hoe,</p> +<p>Up and down, to and fro;</p> +<p>From the town to the grove</p> +<p>Two and two let us rove,</p> +<p>A-maying, a-playing;</p> +<p>Love hath no gainsaying;</p> +<p>So merrily trip and go,</p> +<p>So merrily trip and go!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>This</b></span> is the way the ladies ride;</p> +<p class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tree,</p> +<p class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tree!</p> +<p>This is the way the ladies ride,</p> +<p class="i4">Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>This is the way the gentlemen ride;</p> +<p class="i4">Gallop-a-trot,</p> +<p class="i4">Gallop-a-trot!</p> +<p>This is the way the gentlemen ride,</p> +<p class="i4">Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>This is the way the farmers ride;</p> +<p class="i4">Hobbledy-hoy,</p> +<p class="i4">Hobbledy-hoy!</p> +<p>This is the way the farmers ride,</p> +<p class="i4">Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page190" id="page190"></a>[page 190]</span> + +<h3>CCCL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man, and his name was Dob,</p> +<p>And he had a wife, and her name was Mob,</p> +<p>And he had a dog, and he called it Cob,</p> +<p>And she had a cat, called Chitterabob.</p> +<p class="i8">Cob, says Dob,</p> +<p class="i8">Chitterabob, says Mob,</p> +<p class="i8">Cob was Dob's dog,</p> +<p class="i8">Chitterabob Mob's cat.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Two children sit opposite to each other; the first turns her fingers one +over the other, and says:] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>"May</b></span> my geese fly over your barn?"</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="center1">[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:] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Fly over his barn and eat all his corn."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Now</b></span> we dance looby, looby, looby,</p> +<p>Now we dance looby, looby, light,</p> +<p>Shake your right hand a little</p> +<p>And turn you round about.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now we dance looby, looby, looby,</p> +<p>Shake your right hand a little,</p> +<p>Shake your left hand a little,</p> +<p>And turn you round about.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page191" id="page191"></a>[page 191]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now we dance looby, looby, looby,</p> +<p>Shake your right hand a little,</p> +<p>Shake your left hand a little,</p> +<p>Shake your right foot a little,</p> +<p>And turn you round about.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now we dance looby, looby, looby,</p> +<p>Shake your right hand a little,</p> +<p>Shake your left hand a little,</p> +<p>Shake your right foot a little,</p> +<p>Shake your left foot a little,</p> +<p>And turn you round about.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now we dance looby, looby, looby,</p> +<p>Shake your right hand a little,</p> +<p>Shake your left hand a little,</p> +<p>Shake your right foot a little,</p> +<p>Shake your left foot a little,</p> +<p>Shake your head a little,</p> +<p>And turn you round about.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="center1">[Children dance round first, then stop and shake the hand, &c. then turn +slowly round, and then dance in a ring again.] +</p> + +<h3>CCCLIII.</h3> + +<h3>THE OLD DAME.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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:] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Children.</i> To Beccles! to Beccles!</p> +<p class="i8"> To buy a bunch of nettles!</p> +<p class="i8"> Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock?</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page192" id="page192"></a>[page 192]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Dame.</i> One, going for two.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Children.</i> To Beccles! to Beccles!</p> +<p class="i8"> To buy a bunch of nettles!</p> +<p class="i8"> Pray, old Dame, what's o'clock?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Dame.</i> Two, going for three.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<h3>CCCLIV.</h3> + +<h3>DROP-GLOVE.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Children stand round in a circle, leaving a space between each. One +walks round the outside, and carries a glove in her hand, saying:] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I've</b></span> a glove in my hand,</p> +<p class="i16">Hittity Hot!</p> +<p>Another in my other hand,</p> +<p class="i16">Hotter than that!</p> +<p>So I sow beans, and so they come up,</p> +<p>Some in a mug, and some in a cup.</p> +<p>I sent a letter to my love,</p> +<p>I lost it, I lost it!</p> +<p>I found it, I found it!</p> +<p>It burns, it scalds.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page193" id="page193"></a>[page 193]</span> + +<h3>CCCLV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Eye</b></span> winker,</p> +<p>Tom Tinker,</p> +<p class="i6">Nose dropper.</p> +<p>Mouth eater,</p> +<p>Chin chopper,</p> +<p class="i2">Chin chopper.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Thumb</b></span> bold,</p> +<p>Thibity-thold,</p> +<p>Langman,</p> +<p>Lick pan,</p> +<p>Mama's little man.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A game of the fox.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Fox</b></span> a fox, a brummalary,</p> +<p class="i4">How many miles to Lummaflary? Lummabary.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A. Eight and eight, and a hundred and eight.</p> +<p class="i4">How shall I get home to night?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A. Spin your legs, and run fast.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page194" id="page194"></a>[page 194]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/030-1000.jpg"><img src="images/030-500.jpg" alt="" /></a></div> + +<h3>CCCLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.]</p> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> come I,</p> +<p class="i2">Little David Doubt;</p> +<p>If you don't give me money,</p> +<p class="i2">I'll sweep you all out.</p> +<p>Money I want,</p> +<p class="i2">And money I crave;</p> +<p>If you don't give me money,</p> +<p class="i2">I'll sweep you all to the grave!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page195" id="page195"></a>[page 195]</span> + +<h3>CCCLIX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following lines are said by the nurse when moving the child's foot +up and down.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> dog of the kill,*</p> +<p>He went to the mill</p> +<p class="i2">To lick mill-dust:</p> +<p>The miller he came</p> +<p>With a stick on his back,—</p> +<p class="i2">Home, dog, home!</p> +<p>The foot behind,</p> +<p class="i2">The foot before:</p> +<p>When he came to a stile,</p> +<p class="i2">Thus he jumped o'er.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="footnote1">* That is, kiln. +</p> + +<h3>CCCLX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following lines are repeated by the nurse when sliding her hand +down the child's face.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> mother and your mother</p> +<p class="i2">Went over the way;</p> +<p>Said my mother to your mother,</p> +<p class="i2">It's chop-a-nose day!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page196" id="page196"></a>[page 196]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i209-fancy_rule.png" width="158" height="30" alt="" border="0" /></div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/031-1000.jpg"><img src="images/031-500.jpg" alt="Eleventh Class--Paradoxes" /></a></div> + +<h2>ELEVENTH CLASS—PARADOXES.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CCCLXI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following is quoted in Parkin's reply to Dr. Stukeley's second number +of 'Origines Roystonianæ,' 4to, London, 1748, p. vi.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/031-cap_p-30.png" width="30" height="55" hspace="1" alt="P" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4">eter White will ne'er go right,</p> +<p class="i4">Would you know the reason why?</p> +<p>He follows his nose where'er he goes,</p> +<p class="i2">And that stands all awry.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>O that</b></span> I was where I would be,</p> +<p>Then would I be where I am not!</p> +<p>But where I am must be,</p> +<p>And where I would be I cannot.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page197" id="page197"></a>[page 197]</span> + +<h3>CCCLXIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Three</b></span> children sliding on the ice</p> +<p class="i2">Upon a summer's day,</p> +<p>As it fell out, they all fell in,</p> +<p class="i2">The rest they ran away.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now had these children been at home,</p> +<p class="i2">Or sliding on dry ground,</p> +<p>Ten thousand pounds to one penny,</p> +<p class="i2">They had not all been drown'd.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>You parents all that children have,</p> +<p class="i2">And you that have got none,</p> +<p>If you would have them safe abroad,</p> +<p class="i2">Pray keep them safe at home.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man of Newington,</p> +<p class="i2">And he was wond'rous wise,</p> +<p>He jump'd into a quickset hedge,</p> +<p class="i2">And scratch'd out both his eyes:</p> +<p>But when he saw his eyes were out,</p> +<p class="i2">With all his might and main,</p> +<p>He jump'd into another hedge,</p> +<p class="i2">And scratch'd 'em in again.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page198" id="page198"></a>[page 198]</span> + +<h3>CCCLXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Up</b></span> stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,</p> +<p>There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger;</p> +<p>Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack,</p> +<p>A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I would</b></span> if I cou'd,</p> +<p>If I cou'dn't, how cou'd I?</p> +<p>I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I?</p> +<p>Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?</p> +<p>Cou'd ye, cou'd ye?</p> +<p>Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> all the world was apple-pie,</p> +<p class="i2">And all the sea was ink,</p> +<p>And all the trees were bread and cheese,</p> +<p class="i2">What should we have for drink?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tobacco</b></span> wick! tobacco wick!</p> +<p>When you're well, 'twill make you sick:</p> +<p>Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!</p> +<p>'Twill make you well when you are sick.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page199" id="page199"></a>[page 199]</span> + +<h3>CCCLXIX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following occurs in a MS. of the seventeenth century, in the Sloane +Collection, the reference to which I have mislaid.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> man in the wilderness asked me,</p> +<p>How many strawberries grew in the sea?</p> +<p>I answered him, as I thought good,</p> +<p>As many as red herrings grew in the wood.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The conclusion of the following resembles a verse in the nursery history of +Mother Hubbard.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman, and what do you think?</p> +<p>She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:</p> +<p>Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;</p> +<p>This tiresome old woman could never be quiet.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,</p> +<p>And when she came home her old husband was dead;</p> +<p>She went to the clerk to toll the bell,</p> +<p>And when she came back her old husband was well.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page200" id="page200"></a>[page 200]</span> + +<h3>CCCLXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> am I, little jumping Joan;</p> +<p>When nobody's with me,</p> +<p>I'm always alone.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman had nothing,</p> +<p class="i2">And there came thieves to rob her;</p> +<p>When she cried out she made no noise,</p> +<p class="i2">But all the country heard her.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little Guinea-pig,</p> +<p>Who, being little, was not big;</p> +<p>He always walked upon his feet,</p> +<p>And never fasted when he eat.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When from a place he ran away,</p> +<p>He never at that place did stay;</p> +<p>And while he ran, as I am told,</p> +<p>He ne'er stood still for young or old.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,</p> +<p>And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;</p> +<p>Though ne'er instructed by a cat,</p> +<p>He knew a mouse was not a rat.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page201" id="page201"></a>[page 201]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>One day, as I am certified,</p> +<p>He took a whim and fairly died;</p> +<p>And, as I'm told by men of sense,</p> +<p>He never has been living since.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Mind your punctuation!] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I saw</b></span> a peacock with a fiery tail,</p> +<p>I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,</p> +<p>I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,</p> +<p>I saw an oak creep upon the ground,</p> +<p>I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,</p> +<p>I saw the sea brimful of ale,</p> +<p>I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,</p> +<p>I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,</p> +<p>I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,</p> +<p>I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,</p> +<p>I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,</p> +<p>I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> true love lives far from me,</p> +<p class="i4">Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.</p> +<p>Many a rich present he sends to me,</p> +<p class="i4">Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,</p> +<p class="i4">Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page202" id="page202"></a>[page 202]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He sent me a goose, without a bone;</p> +<p>He sent me a cherry, without a stone.</p> +<p class="i20">Petrum, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He sent me a Bible, no man could read;</p> +<p>He sent me a blanket, without a thread.</p> +<p class="i20">Petrum, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>How could there be a goose without a bone?</p> +<p>How could there be a cherry without a stone?</p> +<p class="i20">Petrum, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>How could there be a Bible no man could read?</p> +<p>How could there be a blanket without a thread?</p> +<p class="i20">Petrum, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;</p> +<p>When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.</p> +<p class="i20">Petrum, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read;</p> +<p>When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread.</p> +<p class="i20">Petrum, &c.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page203" id="page203"></a>[page 203]</span> + +<h3>CCCLXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a man and he was mad,</p> +<p>And he jump'd into a pea-swad;*</p> +<p>The pea-swad was over-full,</p> +<p>So he jump'd into a roaring bull;</p> +<p>The roaring bull was over-fat,</p> +<p>So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;</p> +<p>The gentleman's hat was over-fine,</p> +<p>So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;</p> +<p>The bottle of wine was over-dear,</p> +<p>So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;</p> +<p>The bottle of beer was over-thick,</p> +<p>So he jump'd into a club-stick;</p> +<p>The club-stick was over-narrow,</p> +<p>So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;</p> +<p>The wheel-barrow began to crack,</p> +<p>So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;</p> +<p>The hay-stack began to blaze,</p> +<p>So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="footnote1">* The pod or shell of a pea. +</p> + +<h3>CCCLXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I saw</b></span> a ship a-sailing,</p> +<p class="i2">A-sailing on the sea;</p> +<p>And, oh! it was all laden</p> +<p class="i2">With pretty things for thee!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page204" id="page204"></a>[page 204]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>There were comfits in the cabin,</p> +<p class="i2">And apples in the hold;</p> +<p>The sails were made of silk,</p> +<p class="i2">And the masts were made of gold:</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The four-and-twenty sailors,</p> +<p class="i2">That stood between the decks,</p> +<p>Were four-and-twenty white mice,</p> +<p class="i2">With chains about their necks.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The captain was a duck,</p> +<p class="i2">With a packet on his back;</p> +<p>And when the ship began to move,</p> +<p class="i2">The captain said, "Quack! quack!"</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Barney</b></span> Bodkin broke his nose,</p> +<p>Without feet we can't have toes;</p> +<p>Crazy folks are always mad,</p> +<p>Want of money makes us sad.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> a man who turnips cries</p> +<p>Cries not when his father dies,</p> +<p>It is a proof that he would rather</p> +<p>Have a turnip than his father.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page205" id="page205"></a>[page 205]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/032-1000.jpg"><img src="images/032-500.jpg" alt="Twelfth Class--Lullabies" /></a></div> + +<h2>TWELFTH CLASS—LULLABIES.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CCCLXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/032-cap_h-40.png" width="40" height="60" alt="H" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4"> ushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,</p> +<p class="i4"> And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;</p> +<p>Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,—</p> +<p>Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page206" id="page206"></a>[page 206]</span> + +<h3>CCCLXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Dance</b></span>, little baby, dance up high,</p> +<p>Never mind, baby, mother is by;</p> +<p>Crow and caper, caper and crow,</p> +<p>There, little baby, there you go;</p> +<p>Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.</p> +<p>Backwards and forwards, round and round;</p> +<p>Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,</p> +<p>With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXXII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following is quoted in Florio's 'New World of Words,' fol., London, +1611, p. 3.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market,</p> +<p class="i2">To buy a plum bun:</p> +<p>Home again, come again,</p> +<p class="i2">Market is done.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Dance</b></span> to your daddy,</p> +<p>My little babby,</p> +<p>Dance to your daddy;</p> +<p>My little lamb.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>You shall have a fishy,</p> +<p>In a little dishy;</p> +<p>You shall have a fishy</p> +<p>When the boat comes in.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page207" id="page207"></a>[page 207]</span> + +<h3>CCCLXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tom</b></span> shall have a new bonnet,</p> +<p>With blue ribbands to tie on it,</p> +<p>With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,</p> +<p>Who so like to Tommy's daddy?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bye</b></span>, baby bumpkin,</p> +<p>Where's Tony Lumpkin?</p> +<p>My lady's on her death-bed,</p> +<p>With eating half a pumpkin.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXXVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[From 'The Pleasant Comœdie of Patient Grissell,' 1603.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush</b></span>, hush, hush, hush!</p> +<p>And I dance mine own child,</p> +<p>And I dance mine own child,</p> +<p>Hush, hush, hush, hush!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush</b></span> thee, my babby,</p> +<p>Lie still with thy daddy,</p> +<p class="i2">Thy mammy has gone to the mill,</p> +<p>To grind thee some wheat,</p> +<p>To make thee some meat,</p> +<p class="i2">And so, my dear babby, lie still.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page208" id="page208"></a>[page 208]</span> + +<h3>CCCLXXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span>, my kitten, my kitten,</p> +<p class="i2">And hey, my kitten, my deary!</p> +<p>Such a sweet pet as this</p> +<p class="i2">Was neither far nor neary.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Here we go up, up, up,</p> +<p class="i2">And here we go down, down, downy;</p> +<p>And here we go backwards and forwards,</p> +<p class="i2">And here we go round, round, roundy.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCLXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I won't</b></span> be my father's Jack,</p> +<p class="i2">I won't be my mother's Gill,</p> +<p>I will be the fiddler's wife,</p> +<p class="i2">And have music when I will.</p> +<p class="i4">T'other little tune,</p> +<p class="i4">T'other little tune,</p> +<p class="i4">Pr'ythee, love, play me</p> +<p class="i4">T'other little tune.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Danty</b></span> baby diddy,</p> +<p>What can a mammy do wid'e,</p> +<p class="i2">But sit in a lap,</p> +<p class="i2">And give 'un a pap?</p> +<p>Sing danty baby diddy.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page209" id="page209"></a>[page 209]</span> + +<h3>CCCXCI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Rock-a-bye</b></span>, baby, thy cradle is green;</p> +<p>Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;</p> +<p>And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;</p> +<p>And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXCII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Bye</b></span>, O my baby!</p> +<p class="i4">When I was a lady,</p> +<p>O then my poor baby did'nt cry!</p> +<p class="i4">But my baby is weeping,</p> +<p class="i4">For want of good keeping,</p> +<p>Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXCIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush-a-bye</b></span>, a ba lamb,</p> +<p class="i2">Hush-a-bye a milk cow,</p> +<p>You shall have a little stick</p> +<p class="i2">To beat the naughty bow-wow.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXCIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush-a-bye</b></span>, baby, on the tree top,</p> +<p>When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,</p> +<p>When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,</p> +<p>Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page210" id="page210"></a>[page 210]</span> + +<h3>CCCXCV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Ride</b></span>, baby, ride,</p> +<p class="i4">Pretty baby shall ride,</p> +<p>And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,</p> +<p>And little pussy-cat tied to the other,</p> +<p>And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,</p> +<p class="i4">To see her grandmother,</p> +<p class="i4">To see her grandmother.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXCVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bye</b></span>, baby bunting,</p> +<p>Daddy's gone a hunting,</p> +<p>To get a little hare's skin</p> +<p>To wrap a baby bunting in.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXCVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Give</b></span> me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,</p> +<p class="i2">Why did they vex my baby?</p> +<p>Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,</p> +<p class="i2">And cuddle your nurse, my deary.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCXCVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,</p> +<p>My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy;</p> +<p>Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,</p> +<p>Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page211" id="page211"></a>[page 211]</span> + +<h3>CCCXCIX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A favourite lullaby in the north of England fifty years ago, and perhaps +still heard. The last word is pronounced <i>bee</i>.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hush-a-bye</b></span>, lie still and sleep,</p> +<p>It grieves me sore to see thee weep,</p> +<p>For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,</p> +<p>Hush-a-bye, lie still and <i>bye</i>.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCC.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[From <i>Yorkshire</i> and <i>Essex</i>. 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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Young</b></span> Lambs to sell!</p> +<p class="i4">Young Lambs to sell!</p> +<p>If I'd as much money as I can tell,</p> +<p>I never would cry—Young Lambs to sell!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[From <i>Yorkshire</i>. A nursery-cry.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Rabbit</b></span>, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!</p> +<p>Come, my ladies, come and buy;</p> +<p>Else your babies they will cry.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market,</p> +<p class="i2">To buy a plum cake;</p> +<p>Home again, home again,</p> +<p class="i2">Ne'er a one baked;</p> +<p>The baker is dead and all his men,</p> +<p>And we must go to market again.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page212" id="page212"></a>[page 212]</span> + +<h3>CCCCIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Rock</b></span> well my cradle,</p> +<p class="i2">And "bee baa," my son;</p> +<p>You shall have a new gown,</p> +<p class="i2">When ye lord comes home.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh! still my child, Orange,</p> +<p class="i2">Still him with a bell;</p> +<p>I can't still him, ladie,</p> +<p class="i2">Till you come down yoursell!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Where</b></span> was a sugar and fretty?</p> +<p class="i2">And where was jewel and spicy?</p> +<p>Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,</p> +<p class="i2">And we'll go away in a tricy!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I'll</b></span> buy you a tartan bonnet,</p> +<p>And some feathers to put on it,</p> +<p>Tartan trews and a phillibeg,</p> +<p>Because you are so like your daddy.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/feathers.jpg" alt="coronet with three feathers" /></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page213" id="page213"></a>[page 213]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/033-1000.jpg"><img src="images/033-500.jpg" alt="Thirteenth Class--Jingles" /></a></div> + +<h2>THIRTEENTH CLASS—JINGLES.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CCCCVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[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.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/033-cap_d-30.png" width="30" height="49" alt="D" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4">ing dong bell,</p> +<p class="i4">Pussy's in the well!</p> +<p>Who put her in?—</p> +<p>Little Tommy Lin.</p> +<p>Who pulled her out?—</p> +<p>Dog with long snout.</p> +<p>What a naughty boy was that</p> +<p>To drown poor pussy-cat,</p> +<p>Who never did any harm,</p> +<p>But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page214" id="page214"></a>[page 214]</span> + +<h3>CCCCVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span> ding a ding, what shall I sing?</p> +<p>How many holes in a skimmer?</p> +<p>Four and twenty,—my stomach is empty;</p> +<p>Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Cock</b></span> a doodle doo!</p> +<p>My dame has lost her shoe;</p> +<p>My master's lost his fiddling stick,</p> +<p>And don't know what to do.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Cock a doodle doo!</p> +<p>What is my dame to do?</p> +<p>Till master finds his fiddling stick,</p> +<p>She'll dance without her shoe.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Cock a doodle doo!</p> +<p>My dame has lost her shoe,</p> +<p>And master's found his fiddling stick,</p> +<p>Sing doodle doodle doo!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Cock a doodle doo!</p> +<p>My dame will dance with you,</p> +<p>While master fiddles his fiddling stick.</p> +<p>For dame and doodle doo.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page215" id="page215"></a>[page 215]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Cock a doodle doo!</p> +<p>Dame has lost her shoe;</p> +<p>Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,</p> +<p>And can't tell what to do.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Diddledy</b></span>, diddledy, dumpty;</p> +<p>The cat ran up the plum-tree.</p> +<p class="i4">I'll lay you a crown</p> +<p class="i4">I'll fetch you down;</p> +<p>So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tee Wee,</p> +<p>He went to sea</p> +<p>In an open boat;</p> +<p>And while afloat</p> +<p>The little boat bended,</p> +<p>And my story's ended.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Sing</b></span>, sing, what shall I sing?</p> +<p>The cat has eat the pudding-string;</p> +<p>Do, do, what shall I do?</p> +<p>The cat has bit it quite in two.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page216" id="page216"></a>[page 216]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Handy</b></span> Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,</p> +<p>Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;</p> +<p>He bought some at a grocer's shop,</p> +<p>And out he came, hop, hop, hop.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tiddle</b></span> liddle lightum,</p> +<p class="i2">Pitch and tar;</p> +<p>Tiddle liddle lightum,</p> +<p class="i2">What's that for?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Sing</b></span> jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,</p> +<p class="i2">The table and the frame;</p> +<p>My master he did cudgel me</p> +<p class="i2">For speaking of my dame.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Deedle</b></span>, deedle, dumpling, my son John</p> +<p>Went to bed with his trowsers on;</p> +<p>One shoe off, the other shoe on,</p> +<p>Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page217" id="page217"></a>[page 217]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Dibbity</b></span>, dibbity, dibbity, doe.</p> +<p>Give me a pancake</p> +<p class="i4">And I'll go.</p> +<p>Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, ditter,</p> +<p>Please to give me</p> +<p class="i4">A bit of a fritter.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Feedum</b></span>, fiddledum fee,</p> +<p>The cat's got into the tree.</p> +<p class="i2">Pussy, come down,</p> +<p class="i2">Or I'll crack your crown,</p> +<p>And toss you into the sea.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Jack a Dandy</p> +<p class="i2">Wanted sugar-candy,</p> +<p>And fairly for it cried;</p> +<p class="i2">But little Billy Cook</p> +<p class="i2">Who always reads his book,</p> +<p>Shall have a horse to ride.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hyder</b></span> iddle diddle dell,</p> +<p>A yard of pudding's not an ell;</p> +<p>Not forgetting tweedle-dye,</p> +<p>A tailor's goose will never fly.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page218" id="page218"></a>[page 218]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Gilly</b></span> Silly Jarter,</p> +<p>Who has lost a garter?</p> +<p class="i2">In a shower of rain,</p> +<p>The miller found it,</p> +<p>The miller ground it,</p> +<p class="i2">And the miller gave it to Silly again.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Hub</b></span> a dub dub,</p> +<p class="i2">Three men in a tub;</p> +<p>And who do you think they be?</p> +<p class="i2">The butcher, the baker,</p> +<p class="i2">The candlestick-maker;</p> +<p>Turn 'em out, knaves all three!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span> diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,</p> +<p>The merchants of London they wear scarlet;</p> +<p>Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem,</p> +<p>So merrily march the merchantmen.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Fiddle-de-dee</b></span>, fiddle-de-dee,</p> +<p>The fly shall marry the humble-bee.</p> +<p>They went to the church, and married was she,</p> +<p>The fly has married the humble-bee.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page219" id="page219"></a>[page 219]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span>, dorolot, dorolot!</p> +<p class="i2">Hey, dorolay, dorolay!</p> +<p>Hey, my bonny boat, bonny boat,</p> +<p class="i2">Hey, drag away, drag away!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A cat</b></span> came fiddling out of a barn,</p> +<p>With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;</p> +<p>She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,</p> +<p>The mouse has married the humble-bee;</p> +<p>Pipe, cat,—dance, mouse,</p> +<p>We'll have a wedding at our good house.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Hey</b></span>! diddle, diddle,</p> +<p class="i2">The cat and the fiddle,</p> +<p>The cow jumped over the moon;</p> +<p class="i2">The little dog laugh'd</p> +<p class="i2">To see the sport,</p> +<p>While the dish ran after the spoon.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Doodledy</b></span>, doodledy, doodledy, dan,</p> +<p>I'll have a piper to be my good man;</p> +<p>And if I get less meat, I shall get game,</p> +<p>Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page220" id="page220"></a>[page 220]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tweedle-dum</b></span> and tweedle-dee</p> +<p class="i2">Resolved to have a battle,</p> +<p>For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee</p> +<p class="i2">Had spoiled his nice new rattle.</p> +<p>Just then flew by a monstrous crow,</p> +<p class="i2">As big as a tar-barrel,</p> +<p>Which frightened both the heroes so,</p> +<p class="i2">They quite forgot their quarrel.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Come</b></span> dance a jig</p> +<p class="i2">To my Granny's pig,</p> +<p>With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy;</p> +<p class="i2">Come dance a jig</p> +<p class="i2">To my Granny's pig,</p> +<p>And pussy-cat shall crowdy.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussicat</b></span>, wussicat, with a white foot,</p> +<p>When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.</p> +<p>The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,</p> +<p>Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page221" id="page221"></a>[page 221]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Ding</b></span>, dong, darrow,</p> +<p>The cat and the sparrow;</p> +<p>The little dog has burnt his tail,</p> +<p>And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Dicky Dilver</p> +<p>Had a wife of silver,</p> +<p>He took a stick and broke her back,</p> +<p>And sold her to the miller;</p> +<p>The miller would'nt have her,</p> +<p>So he threw her in the river.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market, to buy a fat pig,</p> +<p class="i2">Home again, home again, dancing a jig;</p> +<p>Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,</p> +<p class="i2">Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Doodle</b></span>, doodle, doo,</p> +<p>The princess lost her shoe;</p> +<p class="i2">Her highness hopp'd,</p> +<p class="i2">The fidler stopped,</p> +<p>Not knowing what to do.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page222" id="page222"></a>[page 222]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Rompty-iddity</b></span>, row, row, row,</p> +<p>If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Round</b></span> about, round about,</p> +<p class="i2">Magotty-pie,</p> +<p>My father loves good ale,</p> +<p class="i2">And so do I.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>High</b></span>, ding, cockatoo-moody,</p> +<p>Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;</p> +<p>High, ding, straps of leather,</p> +<p>Two little puppy-dogs tied together;</p> +<p>One by the head, and one by the tail,</p> +<p>And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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 <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'scarely'">scarcely</ins> likely to be attended with success.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>"Hey</b></span>! diddle, diddle,</p> +<p class="i2">The cat and the fiddle"—</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="indboth2"> +<span class="outdent">Yes, thee may say that,</span> for that is nonsense. +</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page223" id="page223"></a>[page 223]</span> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4">"The cow jumped over the moon"—</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="indboth2"> +<span class="outdent">Oh no! Mary,</span> 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 <i>under</i> the +moon." Yes,— +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2">"The cow jumped under the moon;</p> +<p>The little dog laughed"—</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="indboth2"> +<span class="outdent">Oh Mary, stop.</span> How can a little dog laugh? +thee knows a little dog can't laugh. +Thee ought to say—"The little dog +<i>barked</i>—to see the sport," +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4">"And the dish ran after the spoon"—</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="indboth2"> +<span class="outdent">Stop, Mary, stop.</span> A dish could never run +after a spoon; thee ought to know +that. Thee had better say—"And the +<i>cat</i> ran after the spoon." So,— +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p>"Hey! diddle, diddle,</p> +<p>The cat and the fiddle,</p> +<p class="i2">The cow jump'd <i>under</i> the moon;</p> +<p>The little dog <i>bark'd</i>,</p> +<p>To see the sport,</p> +<p class="i2">And the <i>cat</i> ran after the spoon!"</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page224" id="page224"></a>[page 224]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/034-1000.jpg"><img src="images/034-500.jpg" alt="Fourteenth Class--Love and Matrimony" /></a></div> + +<h2>FOURTEENTH CLASS.</h2> + +<h2>LOVE AND MATRIMONY.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CCCCXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/018-cap_a-30.png" width="30" height="51" alt="A" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4">s I was going up Pippen-hill,</p> +<p class="i4">Pippen-hill was dirty,</p> +<p>There I met a pretty miss,</p> +<p class="i2">And she dropt me a curtsey.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Little miss, pretty miss,</p> +<p class="i2">Blessings light upon you!</p> +<p>If I had half-a-crown a day,</p> +<p class="i2">I'd spend it all on you.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page225" id="page225"></a>[page 225]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Brave</b></span> news is come to town,</p> +<p class="i2">Brave news is carried;</p> +<p>Brave news is come to town,</p> +<p class="i2">Jemmy Dawson's married.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Willy</b></span>, Willy Wilkin,</p> +<p>Kissed the maids a-milking,</p> +<p class="i14"> Fa, la, la!</p> +<p>And with his merry daffing,</p> +<p>He set them all a laughing.</p> +<p class="i14"> Ha, ha, ha!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>It's</b></span> once I courted as pretty a lass,</p> +<p>As ever your eyes did see;</p> +<p>But now she's come to such a pass,</p> +<p>She never will do for me.</p> +<p>She invited me to her own house,</p> +<p>Where oft I'd been before,</p> +<p>And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,</p> +<p>And I'll never go there any more.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page226" id="page226"></a>[page 226]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Sylvia</b></span>, sweet as morning air,</p> +<p>Do not drive me to despair:</p> +<p>Long have I sighed in vain,</p> +<p>Now I am come again,</p> +<p class="i2">Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,—</p> +<p class="i2">Will you be mine or no?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Simon pray leave off your suit,</p> +<p>For of your courting you'll reap no fruit,</p> +<p>I would rather give a crown</p> +<p>Than be married to a clown;</p> +<p class="i2">Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,—</p> +<p class="i2">Go, for a booby, go.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>What</b></span> care I how black I be,</p> +<p>Twenty pounds will marry me;</p> +<p>If twenty won't, forty shall,</p> +<p>I am my mother's bouncing girl!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>"Where</b></span> have you been all the day,</p> +<p class="i4">My boy Willy?"</p> +<p>"I've been all the day,</p> +<p>Courting of a lady gay:</p> +<p>But oh! she's too young</p> +<p>To be taken from her mammy."</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page227" id="page227"></a>[page 227]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"What work can she do,</p> +<p class="i4">My boy Willy?</p> +<p>Can she bake and can she brew,</p> +<p class="i4">My boy Willy?"</p> +<p>"She can brew and she can bake,</p> +<p>And she can make our wedding cake:</p> +<p>But oh! she's too young</p> +<p>To be taken from her mammy."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"What age may she be? What age may she be?</p> +<p class="i4">My boy Willy?"</p> +<p>"Twice two, twice seven,</p> +<p>Twice ten twice eleven:</p> +<p>But oh! she's too young</p> +<p>To be taken from her mammy."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXLVI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little man,</p> +<p class="i4">And he woo'd a little maid,</p> +<p>And he said, "little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?</p> +<p class="i4">I have little more to say,</p> +<p class="i4">Than will you, yea or nay,</p> +<p>For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page228" id="page228"></a>[page 228]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4">The little maid replied,</p> +<p class="i4">Some say a little sighed,</p> +<p>"But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?</p> +<p class="i4">Will the love that you're so rich in</p> +<p class="i4">Make a fire in the kitchen?</p> +<p>Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little boy and a little girl</p> +<p class="i2">Lived in an alley;</p> +<p>Says the little boy to the little girl,</p> +<p class="i2">"Shall I, oh! shall I?"</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Says the little girl to the little boy,</p> +<p class="i2">"What shall we do?"</p> +<p>Says the little boy to the little girl,</p> +<p class="i2">"I will kiss you."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>A cow</b></span> and a calf,</p> +<p class="i2">An ox and a half,</p> +<p>Forty good shillings and three;</p> +<p class="i2">Is that not enough tocher</p> +<p class="i2">For a shoe-maker's daughter,</p> +<p>A bonny lass with a black e'e?</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page229" id="page229"></a>[page 229]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>O the</b></span> little rusty, dusty, rusty miller!</p> +<p>I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks</p> +<p class="i2">Were walking out one Sunday,</p> +<p>Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,</p> +<p class="i2">"To-morrow will be Monday."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Jack Jingle,</p> +<p class="i4">He used to live single:</p> +<p>But when he got tired of this kind of life,</p> +<p>He left off being single, and liv'd with his wife.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> shall we be married,</p> +<p class="i2">My dear Nicholas Wood?</p> +<p>We will be married on Monday,</p> +<p class="i2">And will not that be very good?</p> +<p>What, shall we be married no sooner?</p> +<p class="i2">Why sure the man's gone wood!*</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page230" id="page230"></a>[page 230]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>What shall we have for our dinner,</p> +<p class="i2">My dear Nicholas Wood?</p> +<p>We will have bacon and pudding,</p> +<p class="i2">And will not that be very good?</p> +<p>What, shall we have nothing more?</p> +<p class="i2">Why sure the man's gone wood!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Who shall we have at our wedding,</p> +<p class="i2">My dear Nicholas Wood?</p> +<p>We will have mammy and daddy,</p> +<p class="i2">And will not that be very good?</p> +<p>What, shall we have nobody else?</p> +<p class="i2">Why sure the man's gone wood!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="footnote">* Mad. This sense of the word has long been obsolete; and exhibits +therefore, the antiquity of these lines.] +</p> + +<h3>CCCCLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Tommy</b></span> Trot, a man of law,</p> +<p>Sold his bed and lay upon straw:</p> +<p>Sold the straw and slept on grass,</p> +<p>To buy his wife a looking-glass.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>We're</b></span> all dry with drinking on't.</p> +<p>We're all dry with drinking on't;</p> +<p>The piper spoke to the fiddler's wife,</p> +<p>And I can't sleep for thinking on't.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page231" id="page231"></a>[page 231]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>"John</b></span>, come sell thy fiddle,</p> +<p class="i2">And buy thy wife a gown."</p> +<p>"No, I'll not sell my fiddle,</p> +<p class="i2">For ne'er a wife in town."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Up</b></span> hill and down dale;</p> +<p>Butter is made in every vale,</p> +<p>And if that Nancy Cook</p> +<p>Is a good girl,</p> +<p>She shall have a spouse,</p> +<p>And make butter anon,</p> +<p>Before her old grandmother</p> +<p>Grows a young man.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack</b></span> in the pulpit, out and in;</p> +<p>Sold his wife for a minikin pin.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Did</b></span> you see my wife, did you see, did you see,</p> +<p class="i2">Did you see my wife looking for me?</p> +<p>She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it,</p> +<p class="i2">And dimity petticoats over her knee.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page232" id="page232"></a>[page 232]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Rosemary</b></span> green,</p> +<p class="i2">And lavender blue,</p> +<p>Thyme and sweet marjoram,</p> +<p class="i2">Hyssop and rue.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>"Little</b></span> maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"</p> +<p>"Down in the forest to milk my cow."</p> +<p>"Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;</p> +<p>When I send for thee, then come thou."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>I am</b></span> a pretty wench,</p> +<p class="i4">And I come a great way hence,</p> +<p>And sweethearts I can get none:</p> +<p class="i4">But every dirty sow,</p> +<p class="i4">Can get sweethearts enow,</p> +<p>And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Birds</b></span> of a feather flock together,</p> +<p class="i2">And so will pigs and swine;</p> +<p>Rats and mice will have their choice,</p> +<p class="i2">And so will I have mine.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page233" id="page233"></a>[page 233]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hemp-seed</b></span> I set,</p> +<p class="i2">Hemp-seed I sow,</p> +<p>The young man that I love,</p> +<p class="i2">Come after me and mow!</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/035-1150.jpg"><img src="images/035-560.jpg" alt="Jack Sprat could eat no fat" /></a></div> + +<h3>CCCCLXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack</b></span> Sprat could eat no fat,</p> +<p class="i2">His wife could eat no lean;</p> +<p>And so, betwixt them both, you see,</p> +<p class="i2">They lick'd the platter clean.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page234" id="page234"></a>[page 234]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor;</p> +<p>He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter;</p> +<p>He'd linen and woollen, and woollen and linen,</p> +<p>A little pig in a string cost him five shilling.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXVI.</h3> + +<h3>THE KEYS OF CANTERBURY.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Oh</b></span>, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury,</p> +<p>To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry,</p> +<p>If you will but walk abroad with me,</p> +<p>If you will but walk with me.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Sir, I'll not accept of the keys of Canterbury,</p> +<p>To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry;</p> +<p>Neither will I walk abroad with thee,</p> +<p>Neither will I talk with thee!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb,</p> +<p>To comb out your ringlets when I am from home,</p> +<p>If you will but walk with me, &c.</p> +<p>Sir, I'll not accept, &c.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page235" id="page235"></a>[page 235]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,<a id="footnotetag3" name="footnotetag3"></a><a href="#footnote3">*</a></p> +<p>One made in London, the other made in York,</p> +<p>If you will but walk with me, &c.</p> +<p>Sir, I'll not accept, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell,<a id="footnotetag4" name="footnotetag4"></a><a href="#footnote4">†</a></p> +<p>To ring up your maidens when you are not well,</p> +<p>If you will but walk with me, &c.</p> +<p>Sir, I'll not accept, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, my man John, what can the matter be?</p> +<p>I love the lady and the lady loves not me!</p> +<p>Neither will she walk abroad with me,</p> +<p>Neither will she talk with me.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, master dear, do not despair,</p> +<p>The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear,</p> +<p>And she will walk and talk with thee,</p> +<p>And she will walk with thee!</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page236" id="page236"></a>[page 236]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest,</p> +<p>To count my gold and silver when I am gone to rest,</p> +<p>If you will but walk abroad with me,</p> +<p>If you will but talk with me.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest,</p> +<p>To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest,</p> +<p>And I will walk abroad with thee,</p> +<p>And I will talk with thee!</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="footnote"><a id="footnote3" name="footnote3"></a><a href="#footnotetag3">*</a> This proves the song was not later than the era of chopines, or high +cork shoes.</p> + +<p class="footnote"><a id="footnote4" name="footnote4"></a><a href="#footnotetag4">†</a> Another proof of antiquity. It must probably have been written before +the invention of bell-pulls. +</p> + +<h3>CCCCLXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b><i>He.</i></b></span></span> <span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> you with me will go, my love,</p> +<p class="i6"> You shall see a pretty show, my love,</p> +<p class="i10"> Let dame say what she will:</p> +<p class="i6"> If you will have me, my love,</p> +<p class="i6"> I will have thee, my love,</p> +<p class="i10"> So let the milk-pail stand still.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><span class="outdent1"><b><i>She.</i></b></span></span> Since you have said so, my love,</p> +<p class="i6"> Longer I will go, my love,</p> +<p class="i10"> Let dame say what she will:</p> +<p class="i6"> If you will have me, my love,</p> +<p class="i6"> I will have thee, my love,</p> +<p class="i10"> So let the milk-pail stand still.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page237" id="page237"></a>[page 237]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>On</b></span> Saturday night,</p> +<p>Shall be all my care</p> +<p>To powder my locks</p> +<p>And curl my hair.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>On Sunday morning</p> +<p>My love will come in,</p> +<p>When he will marry me</p> +<p>With a gold ring.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Master</b></span> I have, and I am his man,</p> +<p>Gallop a dreary dun;</p> +<p>Master I have, and I am his man,</p> +<p>And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;</p> +<p>With a heighly gaily gamberally,</p> +<p class="i2">Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,</p> +<p class="i2">Gallop a dreary dun.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I doubt</b></span>, I doubt my fire is out,</p> +<p class="i2">My little wife isn't at home;</p> +<p>I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat,</p> +<p class="i2">And I'll go fetch my little wife home.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page238" id="page238"></a>[page 238]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/036-1000.jpg"><img src="images/036-440.jpg" alt="Young Roger came tapping on Dolly's window" /></a></div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Young</b></span> Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,</p> +<p class="i6">Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump!</p> +<p>He asked for admittance, she answered him "No!"</p> +<p class="i6">Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump!</p> +<p>"No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!"</p> +<p class="i6">Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page239" id="page239"></a>[page 239]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Thomas</b></span> and Annis met in the dark.</p> +<p class="i2">"Good morning," said Thomas.</p> +<p class="i2">"Good morning," said Annis.</p> +<p>And so they began to talk.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"I'll give you," says Thomas,</p> +<p>"Give me," said Annis;</p> +<p class="i2">"I prithee, love, tell me what?"</p> +<p>"Some nuts," said Thomas.</p> +<p>"Some nuts," said Annis;</p> +<p class="i2">"Nuts are good to crack."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"I love you," said Thomas.</p> +<p>"Love me!" said Annis;</p> +<p class="i2">"I prithee love tell me where?"</p> +<p>"In my heart," said Thomas.</p> +<p>"In your heart!" said Annis;</p> +<p class="i2">"How came you to love me there?"</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"I'll marry you," said Thomas.</p> +<p>"Marry me!" said Annis;</p> +<p class="i2">"I prithee, love, tell me when?"</p> +<p>"Next Sunday," said Thomas.</p> +<p>"Next Sunday," said Annis;</p> +<p class="i2">"I wish next Sunday were come."</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page240" id="page240"></a>[page 240]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Saw</b></span> ye aught of my love a coming from ye market!</p> +<p class="i2">A peck of meal upon her back,</p> +<p class="i2">A babby in her basket;</p> +<p>Saw ye aught of my love a coming from the market?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little husband,</p> +<p class="i2">No bigger than my thumb;</p> +<p>I put him in a pint pot,</p> +<p class="i2">And there I bid him drum.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I bought a little horse,</p> +<p class="i2">That galloped up and down;</p> +<p>I bridled him, and saddled him,</p> +<p class="i2">And sent him out of town.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I gave him some garters,</p> +<p class="i2">To garter up his hose,</p> +<p>And a little handkerchief,</p> +<p class="i2">To wipe his pretty nose.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page241" id="page241"></a>[page 241]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Can</b></span> you make me a cambric shirt,</p> +<p class="i2">Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;</p> +<p>Without any seam or needlework?</p> +<p class="i2">And you shall be a true lover of mine.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Can you wash it in yonder well,</p> +<p class="i2">Parsley, &c.</p> +<p>Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?</p> +<p class="i2">And you, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Can you dry it on yonder thorn,</p> +<p class="i2">Parsley, &c.</p> +<p>Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?</p> +<p class="i2">And you, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Now you have ask'd me questions three,</p> +<p class="i2">Parsley, &c.</p> +<p>I hope you'll answer as many for me,</p> +<p class="i2">And you, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Can you find me an acre of land,</p> +<p class="i2">Parsley, &c.</p> +<p>Between the salt water and the sea sand?</p> +<p class="i2">And you, &c.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page242" id="page242"></a>[page 242]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Can you plough it with a ram's horn,</p> +<p class="i2">Parsley, &c.</p> +<p>And sow it all over with one pepper-corn?</p> +<p class="i2">And you, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,</p> +<p class="i2">Parsley, &c.</p> +<p>And bind it up with a peacock's feather?</p> +<p class="i2">And you, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>When you have done and finish'd your work,</p> +<p class="i2">Parsley, &c.</p> +<p>Then come to me for your cambric shirt,</p> +<p class="i2">And you, &c.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Where</b></span> have you been to-day, Billy, my son?</p> +<p>Where have you been to-day, my only man!</p> +<p>I've been a-wooing, mother; make my bed soon,</p> +<p>For I'm sick at heart, and fain would lay down.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>What have you ate to-day, Billy, my son?</p> +<p>What have you ate to-day, my only man?</p> +<p>I've ate an eel-pie, mother; make my bed soon,</p> +<p>For I'm sick at heart, and shall die before noon!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page243" id="page243"></a>[page 243]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I married</b></span> my wife by the light of the moon,</p> +<p class="i2">A tidy housewife, a tidy one;</p> +<p>She never gets up until it is noon,</p> +<p class="i2">And I hope she'll prove a tidy one.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And when she gets up, she is slovenly laced,</p> +<p class="i2">A tidy, &c.</p> +<p>She takes up the poker to roll out the paste,</p> +<p class="i2">And I hope, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She churns her butter in a boot,</p> +<p class="i2">A tidy, &c.</p> +<p>And instead of a churnstaff she puts in her foot,</p> +<p class="i2">And I hope, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>She lays her cheese on the scullery shelf,</p> +<p class="i2">A tidy, &c.</p> +<p>And she never turns it till it turns itself.</p> +<p class="i2">And I hope, &c.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little maid, and she was afraid,</p> +<p>That her sweetheart would come unto her;</p> +<p>So she went to bed, and cover'd up her head</p> +<p>And fasten'd the door with a skewer.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page244" id="page244"></a>[page 244]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>"Madam</b></span>, I am come to court you,</p> +<p>If your favour I can gain."</p> +<p>"Ah, Ah!" said she, "you are a bold fellow,</p> +<p>If I e'er see your face again!"</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Madam, I have rings and diamonds,</p> +<p>Madam, I have houses and land,</p> +<p>Madam, I have a world of treasure,</p> +<p>All shall be at your command."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"I care not for rings and diamonds,</p> +<p>I care not for houses and lands,</p> +<p>I care not for a world of treasure,</p> +<p>So that I have but a handsome man."</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>"Madam, you think much of beauty,</p> +<p>Beauty hasteneth to decay,</p> +<p>For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer</p> +<p>Will decay and fade away."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Up</b></span> street, and down street,</p> +<p class="i2">Each window's made of glass;</p> +<p>If you go to Tommy Tickler's house,</p> +<p class="i2">You'll find a pretty lass.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page245" id="page245"></a>[page 245]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Oh</b></span>! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello.</p> +<p>To Mr. Punch,</p> +<p>To Mr. Joe,</p> +<p>To Mr. Nell,</p> +<p>To Mr. Lo.</p> +<p>Mr. Punch, Mr. Joe,</p> +<p>Mr. Nell, Mr. Lo,</p> +<p>To Mr. Punchinello.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> John Jiggy Jag,</p> +<p>He rode a penny nag,</p> +<p class="i2">And went to Wigan to woo;</p> +<p>When he came to a beck,</p> +<p>He fell and broke his neck,—</p> +<p class="i2">Johnny, how dost thou now?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>I made him a hat,</p> +<p>Of my coat-lap,</p> +<p class="i2">And stockings of pearly blue.</p> +<p>A hat and a feather,</p> +<p>To keep out cold weather;</p> +<p class="i2">So, Johnny, how dost thou now?</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page246" id="page246"></a>[page 246]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXIII.</h3> +<p class="center">[Cumberland courtship.]</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bonny</b></span> lass, canny lass, willta be mine?</p> +<p>Thou'se neither wesh dishes, nor sarrah (<i>serve</i>) the swine,</p> +<p>Thou sall sit on a cushion, and sew up a seam,</p> +<p>And thou sall eat strawberries, sugar, and cream!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bessy</b></span> Bell and Mary Gray,*</p> +<p class="i2">They were two bonny lasses:</p> +<p>They built their house upon the lea,</p> +<p class="i2">And covered it with rashes.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Bessy kept the garden gate,</p> +<p class="i2">And Mary kept the pantry:</p> +<p>Bessy always had to wait,</p> +<p class="i2">While Mary lived in plenty.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="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 <i>Burn-brae</i>, 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."] +</p> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack</b></span> and Jill went up the hill,</p> +<p class="i2">To fetch a pail of water;</p> +<p>Jack fell down, and broke his crown,</p> +<p class="i2">And Jill came tumbling after.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page247" id="page247"></a>[page 247]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tom Dandy</p> +<p class="i2">Was my first suitor,</p> +<p>He had a spoon and dish,</p> +<p class="i2">And a little pewter.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little pretty lad,</p> +<p class="i2">And he lived by himself,</p> +<p>And all the meat he got</p> +<p class="i2">He put upon a shelf.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The rats and the mice</p> +<p class="i2">Did lead him such a life,</p> +<p>That he went to Ireland</p> +<p class="i2">To get himself a wife.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The lanes they were so broad,</p> +<p class="i2">And the fields they were so narrow,</p> +<p>He couldn't get his wife home</p> +<p class="i2">Without a wheelbarrow.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The wheelbarrow broke,</p> +<p class="i2">My wife she got a kick,</p> +<p>The deuce take the wheelbarrow,</p> +<p class="i2">That spared my wife's neck.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page248" id="page248"></a>[page 248]</span> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Rowley</b></span> Powley, pudding and pie,</p> +<p>Kissed the girls and made them cry;</p> +<p>When the girls begin to cry,</p> +<p>Rowley Powley runs away.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCLXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6"><span class="sc"> <b>Margaret</b></span> wrote a letter,</p> +<p class="i6"> Seal'd it with her finger,</p> +<p class="i6"> Threw it in the dam</p> +<p class="i6"> For the dusty miller.</p> +<p class="i6"> Dusty was his coat,</p> +<p class="i6"> Dusty was the siller,</p> +<p class="i6"> Dusty was the kiss</p> +<p class="i6"> I'd from the dusty miller.</p> +<p class="i6"> If I had my pockets</p> +<p class="i6"> Full of gold and siller,</p> +<p class="i6"> I would give it all</p> +<p class="i6"> To my dusty miller.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p><i>Chorus.</i> O the little, little,</p> +<p class="i10">Rusty, dusty, miller.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Love</b></span> your own, kiss your own.</p> +<p class="i2">Love your own mother, hinny,</p> +<p>For if she was dead and gone,</p> +<p class="i2">You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page249" id="page249"></a>[page 249]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXCI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Here</b></span> comes a lusty wooer,</p> +<p class="i2">My a dildin, my a daldin;</p> +<p>Here comes a lusty wooer,</p> +<p class="i2">Lily bright and shine a'.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Pray, who do you woo,</p> +<p class="i2">My a dildin, my a daldin?</p> +<p>Pray, who do you woo,</p> +<p class="i2">Lily bright and shine a'?</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>For your fairest daughter,</p> +<p class="i2">My a dildin, my a daldin;</p> +<p>For your fairest daughter,</p> +<p class="i2">Lily bright and shine a'.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Then there she is for you,</p> +<p class="i2">My a dildin, my a daldin;</p> +<p>Then there she is for you,</p> +<p class="i2">Lily bright and shine a'.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXCII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>O rare</b></span> Harry Parry,</p> +<p class="i2">When will you marry?</p> +<p>When apples and pears are ripe.</p> +<p class="i2">I'll come to your wedding,</p> +<p class="i2">Without any bidding,</p> +<p>And dance and sing all the night.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page250" id="page250"></a>[page 250]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXCIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Blue</b></span> eye beauty,</p> +<p>Grey eye greedy,</p> +<p>Black eye blackie,</p> +<p>Brown eye brownie.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXCIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Curly</b></span> locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?</p> +<p>Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;</p> +<p>But sit on a cushion and sow a fine seam,</p> +<p>And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/037-1000.jpg"><img src="images/037-500.jpg" alt="" /></a></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page251" id="page251"></a>[page 251]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/038-1100.jpg"><img src="images/038-500.jpg" alt="Fifteenth Class--Natural History" /></a></div> + +<h2>FIFTEENTH CLASS.</h2> + +<h2>NATURAL HISTORY.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>CCCCXCV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/041-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="54" alt="T" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4">he cuckoo's a fine bird,</p> +<p class="i4">He sings as he flies;</p> +<p>He brings us good tidings,</p> +<p class="i2">He tells us no lies.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He sucks little birds' eggs,</p> +<p class="i2">To make his voice clear;</p> +<p>And when he sings "cuckoo!"</p> +<p class="i2">The summer is near.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page252" id="page252"></a>[page 252]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXCVI.</h3> +<p class="center">[A provincial version of the same.]</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> cuckoo's a vine bird,</p> +<p class="i2">A zengs as a vlies;</p> +<p>A brengs us good tidins,</p> +<p class="i2">And tells us no lies;</p> +<p>A zucks th' smael birds' eggs,</p> +<p class="i2">To make his voice clear;</p> +<p>And the mwore a cries "cuckoo!"</p> +<p class="i2">The zummer draws near.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXCVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,</p> +<p>I gave him some work, and he did it very well;</p> +<p>I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,</p> +<p>He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;</p> +<p>I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,</p> +<p>He tumbled down and fell in a rage;</p> +<p>I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,</p> +<p>He came up again and said there was none there.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page253" id="page253"></a>[page 253]</span> + +<h3>CCCCXCVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,</p> +<p class="i2">The mistress snored loud as a pig:</p> +<p>Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire,</p> +<p class="i2">And struck up a bit of a jig.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>CCCCXCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,</p> +<p>It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;</p> +<p>When I got there I gave a great shout,</p> +<p>Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.</p> +<p>Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,</p> +<p>He would not come to my house, I made a little feast,</p> +<p>I had but little, but I would give him some,</p> +<p>For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>D.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pit</b></span>, Pat, well-a-day,</p> +<p>Little Robin flew away;</p> +<p>Where can little Robin be?</p> +<p>Gone into the cherry tree.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page254" id="page254"></a>[page 254]</span> + +<h3>DI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Poll Parrot</p> +<p class="i2">Sat in his garret,</p> +<p>Eating toast and tea;</p> +<p class="i2">A little brown mouse,</p> +<p class="i2">Jumped into the house,</p> +<p>And stole it all away.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Snail</b></span>, snail, come out of your hole,</p> +<p>Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Sneel</b></span>, snaul,</p> +<p>Robbers are coming to pull down your wall;</p> +<p class="i2">Sneel, snaul,</p> +<p class="i2">Put out your horn,</p> +<p>Robbers are coming to steal your corn,</p> +<p>Coming at four o'clock in the morn.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Burnie</b></span> bee, burnie bee,</p> +<p>Tell me when your wedding be?</p> +<p>If it be to-morrow day,</p> +<p>Take your wings and fly away.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page255" id="page255"></a>[page 255]</span> + +<h3>DV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Some</b></span> little mice sat in a barn to spin;</p> +<p>Pussy came by, and popped her head in;</p> +<p>"Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?"</p> +<p>"Oh! no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off?"</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> sow came in with the saddle,</p> +<p class="i2">The little pig rock'd the cradle</p> +<p class="i2">The dish jump'd over the table</p> +<p class="i2">To see the pot with the ladle.</p> +<p class="i2">The broom behind the butt</p> +<p class="i2">Call'd the dish-clout a nasty slut:</p> +<p>Oh! Oh! says the gridiron, can't you agree?</p> +<p>I'm the head constable,—come along with me.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>"What</b></span> do they call you?"</p> +<p>"Patchy Dolly."</p> +<p>"Where were you born?"</p> +<p>"In the cow's horn."</p> +<p>"Where were you bred?"</p> +<p>"In the cow's head."</p> +<p>"Where will you die?"</p> +<p>"In the cow's eye."</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page256" id="page256"></a>[page 256]</span> + +<h3>DVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went over the water,</p> +<p>The water went over me.</p> +<p>I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree:</p> +<p>The one called me a rascal,</p> +<p>The other called me a thief;</p> +<p>I took up my little black stick,</p> +<p>And knocked out all their teeth.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Four</b></span> and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,</p> +<p>The best man among them durst not touch her tail;</p> +<p>She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,</p> +<p>Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A Dorsetshire version.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>'Twas</b></span> the twenty-ninth of May, 'twas a holiday,</p> +<p>Four and twenty tailors set out to hunt a snail;</p> +<p>The snail put forth his horns, and roared like a bull,</p> +<p>Away ran the tailors, and catch the snail who wull.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page257" id="page257"></a>[page 257]</span> + +<h3>DXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Croak</b></span>! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think,</p> +<p>To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink,</p> +<p>I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,</p> +<p>And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails;</p> +<p>Ho, ho! quoth the Frog, is that what you mean?</p> +<p>Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,</p> +<p>There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,</p> +<p>And then I shall have a good dinner like you.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Gray</b></span> goose and gander,</p> +<p class="i2">Waft your wings together,</p> +<p>And carry the good king's daughter</p> +<p class="i2">Over the one strand river.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussy-cat</b></span>, pussy-cat, where have you been?</p> +<p>I've been up to London to look at the queen.</p> +<p>Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?</p> +<p>I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page258" id="page258"></a>[page 258]</span> + +<h3>DXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little dog, and they called him Buff;</p> +<p>I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;</p> +<p>But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff,</p> +<p>So take that cuff, and that's enough.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>All</b></span> of a row,</p> +<p>Bend the bow,</p> +<p>Shot at a pigeon,</p> +<p>And killed a crow.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> cock doth crow,</p> +<p>To let you know,</p> +<p>If you be wise,</p> +<p>'Tis time to rise.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an owl lived in an oak,</p> +<p class="i2">Wisky, wasky, weedle;</p> +<p>And every word he ever spoke</p> +<p class="i2">Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A gunner chanced to come that way,</p> +<p class="i2">Wisky, wasky, weedle;</p> +<p>Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird."</p> +<p class="i2">Fiddle, faddle, feedle.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page259" id="page259"></a>[page 259]</span> + +<h3>DXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> the snow is on the ground,</p> +<p class="i2">Little Robin Red-breast grieves;</p> +<p>For no berries can be found,</p> +<p class="i2">And on the trees there are no leaves.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The air is cold, the worms are hid,</p> +<p class="i2">For this poor bird what can be done?</p> +<p>We'll strew him here some crumbs of bread,</p> +<p class="i2">And then he'll live till the snow is gone.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A pie</b></span> sate on a pear-tree,</p> +<p>A pie sate on a pear-tree,</p> +<p>A pie sate on a pear-tree,</p> +<p>Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!</p> +<p>Once so merrily hopp'd she,</p> +<p>Twice so merrily hopp'd she,</p> +<p>Thrice so merrily hopp'd she,</p> +<p>Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXX.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[An ancient Suffolk song for a bad singer.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old crow</p> +<p class="i2">Sat upon a clod:</p> +<p>There's an end of my song,</p> +<p class="i2">That's odd!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page260" id="page260"></a>[page 260]</span> + +<h3>DXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Cuckoo</b></span>, Cuckoo,</p> +<p>What do you do?</p> +<p>In April</p> +<p>I open my bill;</p> +<p>In May</p> +<p>I sing night and day;</p> +<p>In June</p> +<p>I change my tune;</p> +<p>In July</p> +<p>Away I fly;</p> +<p>In August</p> +<p>Away I must.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>"Robert Barnes</b></span>, fellow fine,</p> +<p>Can you shoe this horse of mine?"</p> +<p>"Yes, good sir, that I can,</p> +<p>As well as any other man:</p> +<p>There's a nail, and there's a prod,</p> +<p>And now, good sir, your horse is shod."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Catch</b></span> him, crow! carry him, kite!</p> +<p>Take him away till the apples are ripe;</p> +<p>When they are ripe and ready to fall,</p> +<p>Home comes [Johnny,] apples and all.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page261" id="page261"></a>[page 261]</span> + +<h3>DXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Dickery</b></span>, dickery, dare,</p> +<p>The pig flew up in the air;</p> +<p>The man in brown soon brought him down,</p> +<p>Dickery, dickery, dare.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hickety</b></span>, pickety, my black hen,</p> +<p>She lays eggs for gentlemen;</p> +<p>Gentlemen come every day</p> +<p>To see what my black hen doth lay.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussy</b></span> sat by the fire-side</p> +<p>In a basket full of coal-dust;</p> +<p>Bas-</p> +<p>ket,</p> +<p>Coal-</p> +<p>dust,</p> +<p>In a basket full of coal-dust!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Robin Red-breast</p> +<p class="i2">Sat upon a rail:</p> +<p>Niddle naddle went his head,</p> +<p class="i2">Wiggle waggle went his tail.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page262" id="page262"></a>[page 262]</span> + +<h3>DXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Robin Red-breast,</p> +<p class="i2">Sat upon a hirdle;</p> +<p>With a pair of speckled legs,</p> +<p class="i2">And a green girdle.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Johnny Armstrong</b></span> kill'd a calf,</p> +<p>Peter Henderson got the half;</p> +<p>Willy Wilkinson got the head,</p> +<p>Ring the bell, the calf is dead!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hie</b></span> hie, says Anthony,</p> +<p>Puss in the pantry</p> +<p>Gnawing, gnawing</p> +<p>A mutton mutton-bone;</p> +<p>See now she tumbles it,</p> +<p>See now she mumbles it,</p> +<p>See how she tosses</p> +<p>The mutton mutton-bone.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A long-tail'd</b></span> pig, or a short-tail'd pig,</p> +<p>Or a pig without e'er a tail,</p> +<p>A sow-pig, or a boar-pig,</p> +<p>Or a pig with a curly tail.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page263" id="page263"></a>[page 263]</span> + +<h3>DXXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Once</b></span> I saw a little bird,</p> +<p>Come hop, hop, hop;</p> +<p>So I cried, little bird,</p> +<p>Will you stop, stop, stop?</p> +<p>And was going to the window,</p> +<p>To say how do you do?</p> +<p>But he shook his little tail,</p> +<p>And far away he flew.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following stanza is of very considerable antiquity, and is common in +Yorkshire. See Hunter's 'Hallamshire Glossary,' p. 56.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Lady-cow</b></span>, lady-cow, fly thy way home,</p> +<p>Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,</p> +<p>All but one that ligs under a stone,</p> +<p>Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Riddle</b></span> me, riddle me, ree,</p> +<p>A hawk sate upon a tree;</p> +<p>And he says to himself, says he,</p> +<p>Oh dear! what a fine bird I be.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page264" id="page264"></a>[page 264]</span> + +<h3>DXXXV.</h3> +<p class="center">[Bird boy's song.]</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Eat</b></span>, Birds, eat, and make no waste,</p> +<p>I lie here and make no haste;</p> +<p>If my master chance to come,</p> +<p>You must fly, and I must run.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Pussy</b></span> cat Mole,</p> +<p class="i2">Jump'd over a coal,</p> +<p class="i2">And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.</p> +<p>Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,</p> +<p>Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went to Bonner,</p> +<p class="i4">I met a pig</p> +<p class="i4">Without a wig,</p> +<p>Upon my word and honour.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little one-eyed gunner</p> +<p>Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page265" id="page265"></a>[page 265]</span> + +<h3>DXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a piper, he'd a cow,</p> +<p class="i2">And he'd no hay to give her</p> +<p>He took his pipes and played a tune,</p> +<p class="i2">Consider, old cow, consider!</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>The cow considered very well,</p> +<p class="i2">For she gave the piper a penny,</p> +<p>That he might play the tune again,</p> +<p class="i2">Of corn rigs are bonnie!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,</p> +<p>Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n,</p> +<p>"Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?"</p> +<p>"A spinning a doublet for my gude man."</p> +<p>"Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread,"</p> +<p>"Oh no, Mrs. Puss, you'll bite off my head."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Shoe</b></span> the colt,</p> +<p class="i4">Shoe the colt,</p> +<p>Shoe the wild mare,</p> +<p class="i4">Here a nail,</p> +<p class="i4">There a nail,</p> +<p>Yet she goes bare.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page266" id="page266"></a>[page 266]</span> + +<h3>DXLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Betty Pringle</b></span> had a little pig,</p> +<p>Not very little and not very big,</p> +<p>When he was alive he lived in clover,</p> +<p>But now he's dead, and that's all over.</p> +<p>So Billy Pringle he laid down and cried,</p> +<p>And Betty Pringle she laid down and died;</p> +<p>So there was an end of one, two, and three:</p> +<p>Billy Pringle he,</p> +<p>Betty Pringle she,</p> +<p>And the piggy wiggy.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Cock Robin</b></span> got up early,</p> +<p class="i2">At the break of day,</p> +<p>And went to Jenny's window,</p> +<p class="i2">To sing a roundelay.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He sang Cock Robin's love</p> +<p class="i2">To the pretty Jenny Wren,</p> +<p>And when he got unto the end,</p> +<p class="i2">Then he began again.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> two pigeons bright and gay,</p> +<p>They flew from me the other day;</p> +<p>What was the reason they did go?</p> +<p>I cannot tell for I do not know.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page267" id="page267"></a>[page 267]</span> + +<h3>DXLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jack Sprat's</b></span> pig,</p> +<p>He was not very little,</p> +<p>Nor yet very big;</p> +<p>He was not very lean,</p> +<p>He was not very fat;</p> +<p>He'll do well for a grunt,</p> +<p>Says little Jack Sprat.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXLVI.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The Proverb of Barnaby Bright is given by Ray and Brand as referring +to St. Barnabas.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Barnaby Bright</b></span> he was a sharp cur,</p> +<p>He always would bark if a mouse did but stir;</p> +<p>But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark,</p> +<p>He's condemn'd by the parson to be hanged by the clerk.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussy</b></span> cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,</p> +<p>Pussy cat eat the dumplings.</p> +<p class="i4">Mamma stood by,</p> +<p class="i4">And cried, Oh, fie!</p> +<p>Why did you eat the dumplings?</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page268" id="page268"></a>[page 268]</span> + +<h3>DXLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> robin and the wren,</p> +<p>They fought upon the parrage pan;</p> +<p>But ere the robin got a spoon,</p> +<p>The wren had eat the parrage down.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Bob Robin,</p> +<p>Where do you live?</p> +<p>Up in yonder wood, sir,</p> +<p>On a hazel twig.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> winds they did blow,</p> +<p class="i2">The leaves they did wag;</p> +<p>Along came a beggar boy,</p> +<p class="i2">And put me in his bag.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>He took me up to London,</p> +<p class="i2">A lady did me buy,</p> +<p>Put me in a silver cage,</p> +<p class="i2">And hung me up on high.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>With apples by the fire,</p> +<p class="i2">And nuts for to crack,</p> +<p>Besides a little feather bed</p> +<p class="i2">To rest my little back.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page269" id="page269"></a>[page 269]</span> + +<h3>DLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little cow, to save her,</p> +<p>I turned her into the meadow to graze her;</p> +<p>There came a heavy storm of rain,</p> +<p>And drove the little cow home again.</p> +<p>The church doors they stood open,</p> +<p>And there the little cow was cropen:</p> +<p>The bell-ropes they were made of hay,</p> +<p>And the little cow eat them all away:</p> +<p>The sexton came to toll the bell,</p> +<p>And pushed the little cow into the well!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>In</b></span> the month of February,</p> +<p class="i2">When green leaves begin to spring,</p> +<p>Little lambs do skip like fairies,</p> +<p class="i2">Birds do couple, build, and sing.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussy</b></span> sits behind the fire,</p> +<p class="i2">How can she be fair?</p> +<p>In comes the little dog,</p> +<p class="i2">Pussy, are you there?</p> +<p>So, so, Mistress Pussy,</p> +<p class="i2">Pray how do you do?</p> +<p>Thank you, thank you, little dog,</p> +<p class="i2">I'm very well just now.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page270" id="page270"></a>[page 270]</span> + +<h3>DLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?</p> +<p>I can scarce maintain two.</p> +<p>Pooh, pooh, says the wren, I have got ten,</p> +<p>And keep them all like gentlemen!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bow</b></span>, wow, wow,</p> +<p class="i2">Whose dog art thou?</p> +<p>Little Tom Tinker's dog,</p> +<p class="i2">Bow, wow, wow.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pitty</b></span> Patty Polt,</p> +<p>Shoe the wild colt!</p> +<p class="i4">Here a nail;</p> +<p class="i4">And there a nail;</p> +<p>Pitty Patty Polt.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>How</b></span> d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou,</p> +<p>Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou?</p> +<p>Hiss! bow, a wow, wow!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page271" id="page271"></a>[page 271]</span> + +<h3>DLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bobbin-a-Bobbin</b></span> bent his bow,</p> +<p>And shot at a woodcock and kill'd a yowe:</p> +<p>The yowe cried ba, and he ran away,</p> +<p>But never came back 'till midsummer-day.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A little</b></span> cock sparrow sat on a green tree, (<i>tris</i>)</p> +<p>And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he; (<i>tris</i>)</p> +<p>A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,</p> +<p>And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, (<i>tris</i>)</p> +<p>Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow, (<i>tris</i>)</p> +<p>A naughty, &c.</p> +<p>Determined, &c.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew, (<i>tris</i>)</p> +<p>And his giblets shall make me a little pie too, (<i>tris</i>)</p> +<p>Oh, no! said ye sparrow I won't make a stew,</p> +<p>So he flapped his wings and away he flew!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page272" id="page272"></a>[page 272]</span> + +<h3>DLX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Snail</b></span>, snail, put out your horns,</p> +<p>I'll give you bread and barleycorns.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Dame</b></span>, what makes your ducks to die?</p> +<p>What the pize ails 'em? what the pize ails 'em?</p> +<p>They kick up their heels, and there they lie,</p> +<p>What the pize ails 'em now?</p> +<p>Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!</p> +<p>Dame, what makes your ducks to die?</p> +<p>What a pize ails 'em? what a pize ails 'em?</p> +<p>Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!</p> +<p>Dame, what ails your ducks to die?</p> +<p>Eating o' polly-wigs, eating o' polly-wigs.</p> +<p>Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Lady</b></span> bird, lady bird, fly away home,</p> +<p>Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,</p> +<p>All but one, and her name is Ann,</p> +<p>And she crept under the pudding-pan.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page273" id="page273"></a>[page 273]</span> + +<h3>DLXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,</p> +<p>Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;</p> +<p>Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;</p> +<p>Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."</p> +<p>Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,</p> +<p>Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,</p> +<p>Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?</p> +<p>Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was a little boy went into a barn,</p> +<p class="i2">And lay down on some hay;</p> +<p>An owl came out and flew about,</p> +<p class="i2">And the little boy ran away.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Snail</b></span>, snail, shut out your horns;</p> +<p class="i2">Father and mother are dead:</p> +<p>Brother and sister are in the back yard,</p> +<p class="i2">Begging for barley bread.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page274" id="page274"></a>[page 274]</span> + +<h3>DLXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,</p> +<p>She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:</p> +<p>She went to the mill to fetch me some flour;</p> +<p>She brought it home in less than an hour;</p> +<p>She baked me my bread, she brew'd me my ale,</p> +<p>She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Pussey</b></span> cat sits by the fire,</p> +<p class="i2">How did she come there?</p> +<p>In walks the little dog,</p> +<p class="i2">Says, "Pussey! are you there?</p> +<p>How do you do, Mistress Pussey?</p> +<p class="i2">Mistress Pussey, how d'ye do?"</p> +<p>"I thank you kindly, little dog,</p> +<p class="i2">I fare as well as you!"</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXVIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A north country version of a very common nursery rhyme, sung by a +child, who imitates the crowing of a cock.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Cock-a-doodle-do</b></span>,</p> +<p>My dad's gane to ploo;</p> +<p>Mammy's lost her pudding-poke,</p> +<p>And knows not what to do.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page275" id="page275"></a>[page 275]</span> + +<h3>DLXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Higglepy</b></span> Piggleby,</p> +<p class="i2">My black hen,</p> +<p>She lays eggs</p> +<p class="i2">For gentlemen;</p> +<p>Sometimes nine,</p> +<p class="i2">And sometimes ten,</p> +<p>Higglepy Piggleby,</p> +<p class="i2">My black hen!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Pretty</b></span> John Watts,</p> +<p class="i4">We are troubled with rats,</p> +<p>Will you drive them out of the house?</p> +<p class="i4">We have mice, too, in plenty,</p> +<p class="i4">That feast in the pantry;</p> +<p class="i4">But let them stay,</p> +<p class="i4">And nibble away;</p> +<p>What harm in a little brown mouse?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Jack Sprat</b></span></p> +<p class="i2">Had a cat,</p> +<p>It had but one ear;</p> +<p class="i2">It went to buy butter,</p> +<p>When butter was dear.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page276" id="page276"></a>[page 276]</span> + +<h3>DLXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>On</b></span> Christmas eve I turn'd the spit,</p> +<p>I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;</p> +<p>The cock sparrow flew over the table;</p> +<p>The pot began to play with the ladle.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>See</b></span>, saw, Margery Daw,</p> +<p>The old hen flew over the malt house,</p> +<p>She counted her chickens one by one,</p> +<p>Still she missed the little white one,</p> +<p>And this is it, this is it, this is it.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hurly</b></span>, burly, trumpet trase,</p> +<p>The cow was in the market place,</p> +<p>Some goes far, and some goes near,</p> +<p>But where shall this poor henchman steer?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>There</b></span> was an old woman had three cows,</p> +<p class="i4">Rosy, and Colin, and Dun;</p> +<p>Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair,</p> +<p>And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair</p> +<p>And there was an end of her three cows,</p> +<p class="i4">Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page277" id="page277"></a>[page 277]</span> + +<h3>DLXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I'll</b></span> away yhame,</p> +<p>And tell my dame,</p> +<p>That all my geese</p> +<p>Are gane but yane;</p> +<p class="i4">And it's a steg (<i>gander</i>),</p> +<p class="i4">And it's lost a leg;</p> +<p>And it'll be gane</p> +<p>By I get yhame.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXVII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[Imitated from a pigeon.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Curr</b></span> dhoo, curr dhoo,</p> +<p>Love me, and I'll love you!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I like</b></span> little pussy, her coat is so warm,</p> +<p>And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;</p> +<p>So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,</p> +<p>But pussy and I very gently will play.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> cock robin peep'd out of his cabin,</p> +<p>To see the cold winter come in,</p> +<p class="i4">Tit, for tat, what matter for that,</p> +<p class="i4">He'll hide his head under his wing!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page278" id="page278"></a>[page 278]</span> + +<h3>DLXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> pettitoes are little feet,</p> +<p class="i2">And the little feet not big;</p> +<p>Great feet belong to the grunting hog,</p> +<p class="i2">And the pettitoes to the little pig.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Charley Warley</b></span> had a cow.</p> +<p>Black and white about the brow;</p> +<p>Open the gate and let her go through,</p> +<p>Charley Warley's old cow!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little cow;</p> +<p class="i4">Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!</p> +<p>I had a little cow, and it had a little calf,</p> +<p>Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song half.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4">I had a little cow;</p> +<p class="i4">Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!</p> +<p>I had a little cow, and I drove it to the stall;</p> +<p>Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song all!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page279" id="page279"></a>[page 279]</span> + +<h3>DLXXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="outdent1"><i>The Cock.</i></span> <span class="sc"><b>Lock</b></span> the dairy door,</p> +<p class="i8"> Lock the dairy door!</p> +<p><span class="outdent1"> <i>The Hen.</i></span> Chickle, chackle, chee,</p> +<p class="i8"> I haven't got the key!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little pony,</p> +<p class="i2">His name was Dapple-gray,</p> +<p>I lent him to a lady,</p> +<p class="i2">To ride a mile away;</p> +<p>She whipped him, she slashed him,</p> +<p class="i2">She rode him through the mire;</p> +<p>I would not lend my pony now</p> +<p class="i2">For all the lady's hire.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Bah</b></span>, bah, black sheep,</p> +<p class="i2">Have you any wool?</p> +<p>Yes, marry, have I,</p> +<p class="i2">Three bags full:</p> +<p>One for my master,</p> +<p class="i2">And one for my dame,</p> +<p>But none for the little boy</p> +<p class="i2">Who cries in the lane.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page280" id="page280"></a>[page 280]</span> + +<h3>DLXXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hussy</b></span>, hussy, where's your horse?</p> +<p>Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!</p> +<p>Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,</p> +<p>Hussy, hussy, let him alone.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Leg</b></span> over leg,</p> +<p class="i2">As the dog went to Dover;</p> +<p>When he came to a stile,</p> +<p class="i2">Jump he went over.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DLXXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Rowsty</b></span> dowt, my fire's all out,</p> +<p>My little dame is not at home!</p> +<p>I'll saddle my cock, and bridle my hen,</p> +<p>And fetch my little dame home again!</p> +<p>Home she came, tritty trot,</p> +<p>She asked for the porridge she left in the pot;</p> +<p>Some she ate and some she shod,</p> +<p>And some she gave to the truckler's dog;</p> +<p>She took up the ladle and knocked its head,</p> +<p>And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page281" id="page281"></a>[page 281]</span> + +<h3>DLXXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> boy blue, come blow up your horn,</p> +<p>The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;</p> +<p>Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?</p> +<p>He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.</p> +<p>Will you wake him? No, not I;</p> +<p>For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Goosey</b></span>, goosey, gander,</p> +<p class="i2">Where shall I wander?</p> +<p>Up stairs, down stairs,</p> +<p class="i2">And in my lady's chamber;</p> +<p>There I met an old man</p> +<p class="i2">That would not say his prayers;</p> +<p>I took him by the left leg,</p> +<p class="i2">And threw him down stairs.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DXCI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Goosy</b></span>, goosy, gander,</p> +<p>Who stands yonder?</p> +<p>Little Betsy Baker;</p> +<p>Take her up, and shake her.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page282" id="page282"></a>[page 282]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/039-1100.jpg"><img src="images/039-550.jpg" alt="Sixteenth Class--Accumulative Stories" /></a></div> + +<h2>SIXTEENTH CLASS.</h2> + +<h2>ACCUMULATIVE STORIES.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>DXCII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/039-cap_i-30.png" width="30" height="67" alt="I" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 130%" /> +<p class="i4"> sell you the key of the king's garden:</p> +<p class="i4">I sell you the string that ties the key, &c.</p> +<p>I sell you the rat that gnawed the string, &c.</p> +<p>I sell you the cat that caught the rat, &c.</p> +<p>I sell you the dog that bit the cat, &c.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page283" id="page283"></a>[page 283]</span> + +<h3>DXCIII.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>John Ball</b></span> shot them all;</p> +<p>John Scott made the shot,</p> +<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>John Wyming made the priming,</p> +<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p> +<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p> +<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>John Block made the stock,</p> +<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p> +<p>And John Wyming made the priming,</p> +<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p> +<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>John Crowder made the powder,</p> +<p>And John Block made the stock,</p> +<p>And John Wyming made the priming,</p> +<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p> +<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p> +<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page284" id="page284"></a>[page 284]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>John Puzzle made the muzzle,</p> +<p>And John Crowder made the powder,</p> +<p>And John Block made the stock,</p> +<p>And John Wyming made the priming,</p> +<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p> +<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p> +<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>John Clint made the flint,</p> +<p>And John Puzzle made the muzzle,</p> +<p>And John Crowder made the powder,</p> +<p>And John Block made the stock,</p> +<p>And John Wyming made the priming,</p> +<p>And John Brammer made the rammer,</p> +<p>And John Scott made the shot,</p> +<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>John Patch made the match,</p> +<p>John Clint made the flint,</p> +<p>John Puzzle made the muzzle,</p> +<p>John Crowder made the powder,</p> +<p>John Block made the stock,</p> +<p>John Wyming made the priming,</p> +<p>John Brammer made the rammer,</p> +<p>John Scott made the shot,</p> +<p class="i2">But John Ball shot them all.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page285" id="page285"></a>[page 285]</span> + +<h3>DXCIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p> 1. <span class="sc"><b> This</b></span> is the house that Jack built.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 2. This is the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 3. This is the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 4. This is the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 5. This is the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 6. This is the cow with the crumpled horn,</p> +<p class="i4">That toss'd the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page286" id="page286"></a>[page 286]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 7. This is the maiden all forlorn,</p> +<p class="i4">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</p> +<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 8. This is the man all tatter'd and torn,</p> +<p class="i4">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,</p> +<p class="i4">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</p> +<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 9. This is the priest all shaven and shorn,</p> +<p class="i4">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</p> +<p class="i4">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,</p> +<p class="i4">That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,</p> +<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page287" id="page287"></a>[page 287]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>10. This is the cock that crow'd in the morn,</p> +<p class="i4">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,</p> +<p class="i4">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</p> +<p class="i4">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,</p> +<p class="i4">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</p> +<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That kill'd the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>11. This is the farmer sowing his corn,</p> +<p class="i4">That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,</p> +<p class="i4">That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,</p> +<p class="i4">That married the man all tatter'd and torn,</p> +<p class="i4">That kissed the maiden all forlorn,</p> +<p class="i4">That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,</p> +<p class="i4">That tossed the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That worried the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That killed the rat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the malt</p> +<p class="i4">That lay in the house that Jack built.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page288" id="page288"></a>[page 288]</span> + +<h3>DXCV.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The original of 'The house that Jack built' is presumed to be a hymn +in <i>Sepher Haggadah</i>, 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.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p> 1. <span class="sc"><b> A</b></span> <i>kid</i>, <i>a kid</i>, my father bought,</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 2. Then came <i>the cat</i>, and ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 3. Then came <i>the dog</i>, and bit the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 4. Then came <i>the staff</i>, and beat the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page289" id="page289"></a>[page 289]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 5. Then came <i>the fire</i>, and burned the staff,</p> +<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 6. Then came <i>the water</i>, and quenched the fire,</p> +<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p> +<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 7. Then came <i>the ox</i>, and drank the water,</p> +<p class="i4">That quenched the fire,</p> +<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p> +<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page290" id="page290"></a>[page 290]</span> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 8. Then came <i>the butcher</i>, and slew the ox,</p> +<p class="i4">That drank the water,</p> +<p class="i4">That quenched the fire,</p> +<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p> +<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p> 9. Then came <i>the angel of death</i>, and killed the butcher,</p> +<p class="i4">That slew the ox,</p> +<p class="i4">That drank the water,</p> +<p class="i4">That quenched the fire,</p> +<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p> +<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>10. Then came <i>the Holy One</i>, blessed be He!</p> +<p class="i4">And killed the angel of death,</p> +<p class="i4">That killed the butcher,</p> +<p class="i4">That slew the ox,</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page291" id="page291"></a>[page 291]</span> +<p class="i4">That drank the water,</p> +<p class="i4">That quenched the fire,</p> +<p class="i4">That burned the staff,</p> +<p class="i4">That beat the dog,</p> +<p class="i4">That bit the cat,</p> +<p class="i4">That ate the kid,</p> +<p class="i4">That my father bought</p> +<p class="i4">For two pieces of money:</p> +<p class="i20"> A kid, a kid.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note2"> +The following is the interpretation:</p> + +<p class="note2">1. The kid, which was one of the pure animals, denotes the Hebrews.</p> + +<p class="note2">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.</p> + +<p class="note2">2. The cat denotes the Assyrians, by whom the ten tribes were carried +into captivity.</p> + +<p class="note2">3. The dog is symbolical of the Babylonians.</p> + +<p class="note2">4. The staff signifies the Persians.</p> + +<p class="note2">5. The fire indicates the Grecian empire under Alexander the Great.</p> + +<p class="note2">6. The water betokens the Roman, or the fourth of the great monarchies +to whose dominions the Jews were subjected.</p> + +<p class="note2">7. The ox is a symbol of the Saracens, who subdued Palestine, and brought +it under the caliphate.</p> + +<p class="note2">8. The butcher that killed the ox denotes the crusaders, by whom the +Holy Land was wrested out of the hands of the Saracens.</p> + +<p class="note2">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.</p> + +<p class="note2">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. +</p></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page292" id="page292"></a>[page 292]</span> + +<h3>DXCVI.</h3> + +<p class="indboth">"<span class="sc"><b>An</b></span> 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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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,' +(<i>and so forth, always repeating the foregoing +words</i>.) But the fire would not.</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page293" id="page293"></a>[page 293]</span> + +<p class="indboth">"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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page294" id="page294"></a>[page 294]</span> +me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat.' So +away went the old woman to the cow.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"But the cow said to her, 'If you will go +to yonder haystack,<a id="footnotetag5" name="footnotetag5"></a><a href="#footnote5">*</a> 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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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.</p> + +<p class="indboth">"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."</p> + +<p class="footnote"><a id="footnote5" name="footnote5"></a><a class="footnote" href="#footnotetag5">*</a> +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." +</p> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page295" id="page295"></a>[page 295]</span> + +<h3>DXCVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Titty Mouse</b></span> and Tatty Mouse both lived in a house,</p> +<p>Titty Mouse went a leasing, and Tatty Mouse went a leasing,</p> +<p class="i2">So they both went a leasing.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Titty Mouse leased an ear of corn, and Tatty Mouse leased an ear of corn,</p> +<p class="i2">So they both leased an ear of corn.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>Titty Mouse made a pudding, and Tatty Mouse made a pudding,</p> +<p class="i2">So they both made a pudding.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>And Tatty Mouse put her pudding into the pot to boil,</p> +<p>But when Titty went to put hers in, the pot tumbled over, and scalded her to death.</p> + </div> </div> + +<p class="indboth">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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page296" id="page296"></a>[page 296]</span> +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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page297" id="page297"></a>[page 297]</span> +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 +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page298" id="page298"></a>[page 298]</span> +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 thepg +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.</p> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/040-150.png" width="150" height="137" alt="glyph" border="0" /> +</div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page299" id="page299"></a>[page 299]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/041-1150.jpg"><img src="images/041-570.jpg" alt="Seventeenth Class--Local" /></a></div> + +<h2>SEVENTEENTH CLASS—LOCAL.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>DXCVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/041-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="54" alt="T" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4">here was a little nobby colt,</p> +<p class="i4">His name was Nobby Gray;</p> +<p>His head was made of pouce straw,</p> +<p class="i2">His tail was made of hay;</p> +<p class="i4">He could ramble, he could trot,</p> +<p class="i4">He could carry a mustard-pot,</p> +<p class="i4">Round the town of Woodstock,</p> +<p class="i4">Hey, Jenny, hey!</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page300" id="page300"></a>[page 300]</span> + +<h3>DXCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>King's Sutton</b></span> is a pretty town,</p> +<p class="i2">And lies all in a valley;</p> +<p>There is a pretty ring of bells,</p> +<p class="i2">Besides a bowling-alley:</p> +<p>Wine and liquor in good store,</p> +<p class="i2">Pretty maidens plenty;</p> +<p>Can a man desire more?</p> +<p class="i2">There ain't such a town in twenty.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DC.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> little priest of Felton,</p> +<p>The little priest of Felton,</p> +<p>He kill'd a mouse within his house,</p> +<p>And ne'er a one to help him.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCI.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by +the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called <i>Leap Candle</i>, which is now obsolete. +See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.] +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> tailor of Bicester,</p> +<p class="i2">He has but one eye;</p> +<p>He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,</p> +<p class="i2">If he were to try.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Dick</b></span> and Tom, Will and John,</p> +<p>Brought me from Nottingham.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page301" id="page301"></a>[page 301]</span> + +<h3>DCIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>At</b></span> Brill on the Hill,</p> +<p>The wind blows shrill,</p> +<p class="i2">The cook no meat can dress;</p> +<p>At Stow in the Wold</p> +<p>The wind blows cold,—</p> +<p class="i2">I know no more than this.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A man</b></span> went a hunting at Reigate,</p> +<p>And wished to leap over a high gate;</p> +<p>Says the owner, "Go round,</p> +<p>With your gun and your hound,</p> +<p>For you never shall leap over my gate."</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Driddlety</b></span> drum, driddlety drum,</p> +<p>There you see the beggars are come;</p> +<p>Some are here, and some are there,</p> +<p>And some are gone to Chidley fair.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> boy, pretty boy, where was you born?</p> +<p>In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.</p> +<p>A half-penny pudding, a penny pie,</p> +<p>A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page302" id="page302"></a>[page 302]</span> + +<h3>DCVII</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> father and mother,</p> +<p>My uncle and aunt,</p> +<p>Be all gone to Norton,</p> +<p>But little Jack and I.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>A little bit of powdered beef,</p> +<p>And a great net of cabbage,</p> +<p>The best meal I have had to-day,</p> +<p>Is a good bowl of porridge.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I lost</b></span> my mare in Lincoln lane,</p> +<p class="i2">And couldn't tell where to find her,</p> +<p>Till she came home both lame and blind,</p> +<p class="i2">With never a tail behind her.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Cripple Dick</b></span> upon a stick,</p> +<p class="i2">And Sandy on a sow,</p> +<p>Riding away to Galloway,</p> +<p class="i2">To buy a pound o' woo.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> lad, little lad, where wast thou born?</p> +<p>Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,</p> +<p>Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page303" id="page303"></a>[page 303]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/042-760.jpg"><img src="images/042-380.jpg" alt="Eighteenth Class--Relics" /></a></div> + +<h2>EIGHTEENTH CLASS—RELICS.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/fancy_rule-150.jpg" alt="fancy rule" border="0" /></div> + +<h3>DCXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<div class="figleft2"><img src="images/042-cap_t-30.png" width="30" height="61" alt="T" border="0" /></div> +<br style="line-height: 70%" /> +<p class="i4">he girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,</p> +<p class="i4">Cried "gobble, gobble, gobble:"</p> +<p>The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,</p> +<p class="i2">Went hobble, hobble, hobble.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hink</b></span>, minx! the old witch winks,</p> +<p class="i2">The fat begins to fry:</p> +<p>There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,</p> +<p class="i2">Father, mother, and I.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page304" id="page304"></a>[page 304]</span> + +<h3>DCXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Baby</b></span> and I</p> +<p class="i2">Were baked in a pie,</p> +<p>The gravy was wonderful hot:</p> +<p class="i2">We had nothing to pay</p> +<p class="i2">To the baker that day,</p> +<p>And so we crept out of the pot.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>What</b></span> are little boys made of, made of,</p> +<p>What are little boys made of?</p> +<p>Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;</p> +<p>And that's what little boys are made of, made of.</p> +<p>What are little girls made of, made of, made of,</p> +<p>What are little girls made of?</p> +<p>Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;</p> +<p>And that's what little girls are made of, made of.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> a body meet a body,</p> +<p class="i2">In a field of fitches;</p> +<p>Can a body tell a body</p> +<p class="i2">Where a body itches?</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page305" id="page305"></a>[page 305]</span> + +<h3>DCXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Charley</b></span> wag,</p> +<p>Eat the pudding and left the bag.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Girls</b></span> and boys, come out to play,</p> +<p>The moon doth shine as bright as day;</p> +<p>Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,</p> +<p>And come with your playfellows into the street.</p> +<p>Come with a whoop, come with a call,</p> +<p>Come with a good will or not at all.</p> +<p>Up the ladder and down the wall,</p> +<p>A halfpenny roll will serve us all.</p> +<p>You find milk, and I'll find flour,</p> +<p>And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Hannah Bantry</b></span> in the pantry,</p> +<p class="i2">Eating a mutton bone;</p> +<p>How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,</p> +<p class="i2">When she found she was alone!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Rain</b></span>, rain, go away,</p> +<p>Come again another day;</p> +<p>Little Arthur wants to play.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page306" id="page306"></a>[page 306]</span> + +<h3>DCXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> girl, little girl, where have you been?</p> +<p>Gathering roses to give to the queen.</p> +<p>Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?</p> +<p>She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i4"><span class="sc"><b>Hark</b></span>, hark,</p> +<p class="i4">The dogs do bark,</p> +<p>Beggars are coming to town;</p> +<p class="i4">Some in jags,</p> +<p class="i4">Some in rags,</p> +<p>And some in velvet gowns.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>We're</b></span> all in the dumps,</p> +<p class="i2">For diamonds are trumps;</p> +<p>The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!</p> +<p class="i2">The babies are bit,</p> +<p class="i2">The moon's in a fit,</p> +<p>And the houses are built without walls.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>What's</b></span> the news of the day,</p> +<p>Good neighbour, I pray?</p> +<p>They say the balloon</p> +<p>Is gone up to the moon.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page307" id="page307"></a>[page 307]</span> + +<h3>DCXXIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Mary Ester,</p> +<p class="i2">Sat upon a tester,</p> +<p>Eating of curds and whey;</p> +<p class="i2">There came a little spider,</p> +<p class="i2">And sat him down beside her,</p> +<p>And frightened Mary Ester away.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Shake</b></span> a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?</p> +<p>At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Willy</b></span> boy, Willy boy, where are you going?</p> +<p class="i2">I'll go with you, if I may.</p> +<p>I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing,</p> +<p class="i2">I'm going to help them make hay.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market, a gallop, a trot,</p> +<p>To buy some meat to put in the pot;</p> +<p>Threepence a quarter, a groat a side,</p> +<p>If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page308" id="page308"></a>[page 308]</span> + +<h3>DCXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Come</b></span>, let's to bed,</p> +<p>Says Sleepy-head;</p> +<p class="i2">Tarry a while, says Slow:</p> +<p>Put on the pot,</p> +<p>Says Greedy-gut,</p> +<p class="i2">Let's sup before we go.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>How</b></span> many days has my baby to play?</p> +<p class="i2">Saturday, Sunday, Monday,</p> +<p>Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,</p> +<p class="i2">Saturday, Sunday, Monday.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Daffy-down-dilly</b></span> has come up to town,</p> +<p>In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXXI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tom Tucker</p> +<p>Sings for his supper;</p> +<p>What shall he eat?</p> +<p>White bread and butter.</p> +<p>How shall he cut it</p> +<p>Without e'er a knife?</p> +<p>How will he be married</p> +<p>Without e'er a wife?</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page309" id="page309"></a>[page 309]</span> + +<h3>DCXXXII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>I can</b></span> weave diaper thick, thick, thick,</p> +<p>And I can weave diaper thin,</p> +<p>I can weave diaper out of doors</p> +<p>And I can weave diaper in.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXXIII.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[The following is quoted in the song of Mad Tom. See my introduction to +Shakespeare's Mids. Night's Dream, p. 55.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> man in the moon drinks claret,</p> +<p class="i2">But he is a dull Jack-a-Dandy;</p> +<p>Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot,</p> +<p class="i2">He should learn to drink cider and brandy.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXXIV.</h3> + +<p class="center1">[A marching air.] +</p> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Darby</b></span> and Joan were dress'd in black,</p> +<p>Sword and buckle behind their back;</p> +<p>Foot for foot, and knee for knee,</p> +<p>Turn about Darby's company.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXXV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Barber</b></span>, barber, shave a pig,</p> +<p>How many hairs will make a wig?</p> +<p>"Four and twenty, that's enough."</p> +<p>Give the barber a pinch of snuff.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page310" id="page310"></a>[page 310]</span> + +<h3>DCXXXVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>If</b></span> all the seas were one sea,</p> +<p>What a <i>great</i> sea that would be!</p> +<p>And if all the trees were one tree,</p> +<p>What a <i>great</i> tree that would be!</p> +<p>And if all the axes were one axe,</p> +<p>What a <i>great</i> axe that would be!</p> +<p>And if all the men were one man,</p> +<p>What a <i>great</i> man he would be!</p> +<p>And if the <i>great</i> man took the <i>great</i> axe,</p> +<p>And cut down the <i>great</i> tree,</p> +<p>And let it fall into the <i>great</i> sea,</p> +<p>What a splish splash <i>that</i> would be!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXXVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>I had</b></span> a little moppet,</p> +<p class="i2">I put it in my pocket,</p> +<p>And fed it with corn and hay;</p> +<p class="i2">Then came a proud beggar,</p> +<p class="i2">And swore he would have her,</p> +<p>And stole little moppet away.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXXXVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> barber shaved the mason,</p> +<p class="i2">As I suppose</p> +<p class="i2">Cut off his nose,</p> +<p>And popp'd it in a basin.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page311" id="page311"></a>[page 311]</span> + +<h3>DXXXCIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Little</b></span> Tommy Tacket,</p> +<p class="i4">Sits upon his cracket;</p> +<p>Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket;</p> +<p class="i4">Make him coat and jacket,</p> +<p class="i4">Trowsers to the knee.</p> +<p>And if you will not have him, you may let him be.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Peg</b></span>, peg, with a wooden leg,</p> +<p class="i2">Her father was a miller:</p> +<p>He tossed the dumpling at her head,</p> +<p class="i2">And said he could not kill her.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Parson</b></span> Darby wore a black gown,</p> +<p>And every button cost half-a-crown;</p> +<p>From port to port, and toe to toe,</p> +<p>Turn the ship and away we go!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>When</b></span> Jacky's a very good boy,</p> +<p class="i2">He shall have cakes and a custard;</p> +<p>But when he does nothing but cry,</p> +<p class="i2">He shall have nothing but mustard.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page312" id="page312"></a>[page 312]</span> + +<h3>DCXLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Blow</b></span>, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!</p> +<p>That the miller may grind his corn;</p> +<p>That the baker may take it,</p> +<p>And into rolls make it,</p> +<p>And send us some hot in the morn.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>The</b></span> quaker's wife got up to bake,</p> +<p class="i2">Her children all about her,</p> +<p>She gave them every one a cake,</p> +<p class="i2">And the miller wants his moulter.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Wash</b></span>, hands, wash,</p> +<p class="i2">Daddy's gone to plough,</p> +<p>If you want your hands wash'd,</p> +<p class="i2">Have them wash'd now.</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter1"> +<p class="note1">[A formula for making young children submit to the operation of having +their hands washed. <i>Mutatis mutandis</i>, the lines will serve as a specific for +everything of the kind, as brushing hair, &c.] +</p></div> + +<h3>DCXLVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>My</b></span> little old man and I fell out,</p> +<p>I'll tell you what 'twas all about:</p> +<p>I had money, and he had none,</p> +<p>And that's the way the row begun.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page313" id="page313"></a>[page 313]</span> + +<h3>DCXLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Who</b></span> comes here?</p> +<p class="i2">A grenadier.</p> +<p>What do you want?</p> +<p class="i2">A pot of beer.</p> +<p>Where is your money?</p> +<p class="i2">I've forgot.</p> +<p>Get you gone,</p> +<p class="i2">You drunken sot!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Go</b></span> to bed, Tom!</p> +<p>Go to bed, Tom!</p> +<p>Drunk or sober,</p> +<p>Go to bed, Tom!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCXLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I went over the water,</p> +<p class="i2">The water went over me,</p> +<p>I heard an old woman crying,</p> +<p class="i2">Will you buy some furmity?</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCL.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>High</b></span> diddle doubt, my candle out,</p> +<p class="i2">My little maid is not at home:</p> +<p>Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,</p> +<p class="i2">And fetch my little maid home.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page314" id="page314"></a>[page 314]</span> + +<h3>DCLI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Around</b></span> the green gravel the grass grows green,</p> +<p>And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;</p> +<p>Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,</p> +<p>And write their names with a pen and ink.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCLII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>As</b></span> I was going to sell my eggs,</p> +<p>I met a man with bandy legs,</p> +<p>Bandy legs and crooked toes,</p> +<p>I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCLIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"><span class="sc"><b>Old</b></span> Sir Simon the king,</p> +<p>And young Sir Simon the 'squire,</p> +<p class="i4">And old Mrs. Hickabout</p> +<p class="i4">Kicked Mrs. Kickabout</p> +<p>Round about our coal fire!</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCLIV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>A good</b></span> child, a good child,</p> +<p class="i2">As I suppose you be,</p> +<p>Never laughed nor smiled</p> +<p class="i2">At the tickling of your knee.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page315" id="page315"></a>[page 315]</span> + +<h3>DCLV.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>Jacky</b></span>, come give me thy fiddle</p> +<p class="i2">If ever thou mean to thrive;</p> +<p>Nay, I'll not give my fiddle,</p> +<p class="i2">To any man alive.</p> + </div><div class="stanza"> +<p>If I should give my fiddle,</p> +<p class="i2">They'll think that I'm gone mad,</p> +<p>For many a joyful day</p> +<p class="i2">My fiddle and I have had.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCLVI.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p class="i6"><span class="sc"><b>Blenky</b></span> my nutty-cock,</p> +<p class="i8">Blenk him away;</p> +<p class="i6">My nutty-cock's never</p> +<p class="i8">Been blenk'd to-day.</p> +<p>What wi' carding and spinning on't wheel,</p> +<p>We've never had time to blenk nutty-cock weel;</p> +<p>But let to-morrow come ever so sune,</p> +<p>My nutty-cock it sall be blenk'd by nune.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCLVII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>To</b></span> market, to market, to buy a plum-cake,</p> +<p>Back again, back again, baby is late;</p> +<p>To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun,</p> +<p>Back again, back again, market is done.</p> + </div> </div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page316" id="page316"></a>[page 316]</span> + +<h3>DCLVIII.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>St.</b></span> Thomas's-day is past and gone,</p> +<p class="i2">And Christmas is a-most a-come,</p> +<p class="i6">Maidens arise,</p> +<p class="i6">And make your pies,</p> +<p class="i2">And save poor tailor Bobby some.</p> + </div> </div> + +<h3>DCLIX.</h3> + +<div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> +<p><span class="sc"><b>How </b></span>do you do, neighbour?</p> +<p>Neighbour, how do you do?</p> +<p class="i2">I am pretty well,</p> +<p>And how does Cousin Sue do?</p> +<p class="i2">She's pretty well,</p> +<p>And sends her duty to you,</p> +<p class="i2">So does bonnie Nell.</p> +<p>Good lack, how does she do?</p> + </div> </div> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/043-550.jpg"><img src="images/043-275.jpg" alt="" /></a></div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="page317" id="page317"></a>[page 317]</span> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/044-1000.jpg"><img src="images/044-500.jpg" alt="INDEX" /></a></div> + +<table summary="index" width="60%" align="center" border="0"> + +<tr> + <td> </td> + <td class="right">Page</td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A, B, C, and D,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page16">16</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A, B, C, tumble down D,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page14">14</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>About the bush, Willy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page91">91</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A carrion crow sat on an oak,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page115">115</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A cat came fiddling out of a barn,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page219">219</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A cow and a calf,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page228">228</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A diller, a dollar,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page76">76</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A dog and a cock,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page61">61</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A duck and a drake,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page164">164</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A for the ape, that we saw at the fair,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page20">20</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A good child, a good child,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page314">314</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A guinea it would sink,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A kid, a kid, my father bought,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page288">288</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page271">271</a></td></tr> +<tr> + <td>A little old man and I fell out,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page144">144</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A little old man of Derby,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page153">153</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>All of a row,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page258">258</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page262">262</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A man of words and not of deeds,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page70">70</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A man of words and not of deeds,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page71">71</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A man went a hunting at Reigate,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page301">301</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A pie <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'sat'">sate</ins> on a pear-tree,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page259">259</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page16">16</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A pretty little girl in a round-eared cap,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page92">92</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A pullet in the pen,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page71">71</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page132">132</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Around the green gravel the grass grows green,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page318" id="page318"></a>[page 318]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page314">314</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page123">123</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I look'd out o' my chamber window,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page120">120</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I walk'd by myself,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page11">11</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going along, long, long,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page107">107</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going by Charing Cross,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page9">9</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going o'er London Bridge,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page121">121</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going o'er London Bridge,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page133">133</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going o'er Tipple Tine,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page122">122</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page130">130</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going to St. Ives,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page133">133</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going to sell my eggs,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page314">314</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going up Pippen-hill,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page224">224</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was going up the hill,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page106">106</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I was walking o'er Little Moorfields,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page96">96</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I went over Lincoln Bridge,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page131">131</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I went over the water,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page313">313</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I went over the water,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page256">256</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I went through the garden gap,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page132">132</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As I went to Bonner,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page264">264</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page132">132</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As soft as silk, as white as milk,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page122">122</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As the days grow longer,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page73">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As the days lengthen,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page73">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page265">265</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page229">229</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Astra Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page77">77</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A sunshiny shower,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page73">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A swarm of bees in May,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page72">72</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>At Brill on the Hill,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page301">301</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>At Dover dwells George Brown Esquire,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page77">77</a></td> +</tr> + <tr><td>A thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page138">138</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>At the siege of Belle-isle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page6">6</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Awake, arise, pull out your eyes,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page158">158</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Awa', birds, away!</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page117">117</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A was an apple-pie,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page19">19</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>A was an archer, and shot at a frog,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page18">18</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Baby and I,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page304">304</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bah, bah, black sheep,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page279">279</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Barber, barber, shave a pig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page309">309</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page267">267</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Barney Bodkin broke his nose,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page319" id="page319"></a>[page 319]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page204">204</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bat, bat,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page172">172</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page246">246</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Betty Pringle had a little pig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page266">266</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Birch and green holly, boys,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page77">77</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Birds of a feather flock together,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page232">232</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Black we are, but much admired,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page129">129</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Black within, and red without,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page130">130</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Blenky my nutty-cock,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page315">315</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page312">312</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Blue eye beauty,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page250">250</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bonny lass, canny lass, wilta be mine?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page246">246</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page70">70</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bow, wow, wow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page270">270</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Brave news is come to town,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page225">225</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page56">56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Buff says Buff to all his men,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page158">158</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Burnie bee, burnie bee,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page254">254</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Buz, quoth the blue fly,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page105">105</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bye, baby bumpkin,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page207">207</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bye, baby bunting,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page210">210</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Bye, O my baby,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page209">209</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Can you make me a cambric shirt,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page241">241</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Catch him, crow! carry him, kite!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page260">260</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td>Charley wag,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page305">305</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Charley Warley had a cow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page278">278</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Clap hands, clap hands,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page172">172</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Clap hands, clap hands!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page176">176</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Cock a doodle doo,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page214">214</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Cock-a-doodle-do,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page274">274</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Cock Robin got up early,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page266">266</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Come, butter, come,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page136">136</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Come dance a jig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page220">220</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Come, let's to bed,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page308">308</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Come when you're called,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page80">80</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Congeal'd water and Cain's brother,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Cripple Dick upon a stick,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page302">302</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Croak! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page257"> 257</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Cross patch,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page79">79</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Cuckoo, cherry tree,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page173">173</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page250">250</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Curr dhoo, curr dhoo,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page320" id="page320"></a>[page 320]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page277">277</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Cuckoo, Cuckoo,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page260">260</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page135">135</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page308">308</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Dame, get up and bake your pies,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page118">118</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Dame, what makes your ducks to die?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page272">272</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Dance, little baby, dance up high,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page206">206</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Dance, Thumbkin, dance,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page155">155</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Dance to your daddy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page206">206</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Danty baby diddy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page208">208</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Darby and Joan were dress'd in black,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page309">309</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page216">216</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page217">217</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Dick and Tom, Will and John,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page300">300</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Dickery, Dickery, dare,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page261">261</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page231">231</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page215">215</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ding, dong, bell,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page213">213</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ding, dong, darrow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page221">221</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Doctor Faustus was a good man,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page81">81</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Doodle, doodle, doo,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page221">221</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page219">219</a></td> +</tr> + <tr> + <td>Draw a pail of water,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page160">160</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page301">301</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Eat, birds, eat, and make no waste,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page264">264</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Eggs, butter, bread,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page180">180</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page13">13</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page132">132</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Elsie Marley is grown so fine,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page97">97</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Every lady in this land,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page124">124</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Eye winker,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page193">193</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Father Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's son,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page79">79</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Father Short came down the lane,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page152">152</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Feedum, fiddledum fee,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page217">217</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>F for fig, J for Jig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page218">218</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Flour of England, fruit of Spain,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page124">124</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Flowers, flowers, high-do,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page183">183</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Formed long ago, yet made to-day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page321" id="page321"></a>[page 321]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page131">131</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>For every evil under the sun,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page256">256</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Fox, a fox, a brummalary,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page193">193</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Friday night's dream,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page75">75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Gay go up and gay go down,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page156">156</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Gilly silly Jarter,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page218">218</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Girls and boys, <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'came'">come</ins> out to play,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page305">305</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page210">210</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Good horses, bad horses,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page175">175</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Good Queen Bess was a glorious dame,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Goosey, goosey, gander,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page281">281</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Goosy, goosy, gander,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page281">281</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Go to bed first, a golden purse,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Go to bed Tom!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page313">313</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Gray goose and gander,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page257">257</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Great A, little a,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Green cheese, yellow laces,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page169">169</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Handy Spandy, Jack a dandy,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page216">216</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hannah Bantry in the pantry,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page305">305</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hark, hark,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page306">306</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hector Protector was dressed all in green,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page9">9</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Heetum peetum penny pie,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page188">188</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hemp-seed I set,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page233">233</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Here am I, little jumping Joan,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page200">200</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Here come I,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page194">194</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Here comes a lusty wooer,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page249">249</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page183">183</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Here goes my lord,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page168">168</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Here sits the Lord Mayor,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page181">181</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Here stands a post,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page177">177</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Here we come a piping,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page184">184</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>He that goes to see his wheat in May,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>He that would thrive,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page72">72</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hey! diddle, diddle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page219">219</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hey! diddle, diddle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page222">222</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hey diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page218">218</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page214">214</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hey, dorolot, dorolot,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page219">219</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hey, my kitten, my kitten,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page208">208</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page120">120</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hic, hoc, the carrion crow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page116">116</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page16">16</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hickety, pickety, my black hen,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page322" id="page322"></a>[page 322]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page261">261</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hickory (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3),</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page174">174</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hickup, hickup, go away,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page140">140</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hickup, snicup,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page140">140</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hie hie, says Anthony,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page262">262</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Higglepy, Piggleby,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page275">275</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Higgledy piggledy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page126">126</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>High diddle ding,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page9">9</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>High diddle doubt, my candle out,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page313">313</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page9">9</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>High, ding, cockatoo-moody,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page222">222</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Higher than a house, higher than a tree,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page129">129</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Highty cock O!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page173">173</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page133">133</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hink, minx! the old witch winks,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page303">303</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ho! Master Teague, what is your story?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hot-cross Buns!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page104">104</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page270">270</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>How does my lady's garden grow?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page106">106</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>How do you do, neighbour,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page316">316</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>How many days has my baby to play?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page308">308</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>How many miles is it to Babylon?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page176">176</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hub a dub dub,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page218">218</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page122">122</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page129">129</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hurly, burly, trumpet trase,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page276">276</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page280">280</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hush, hush, hush, hush,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page207">207</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hush-a-bye a ba lamb,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page209">209</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page209">209</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page211">211</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hush thee, my babby,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page207">207</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page205">205</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Hyder iddle diddle dell,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page217">217</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />I am a gold lock,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page165">165</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I am a pretty wench,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page232">232</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I can make diet bread,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page184">184</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I doubt, I doubt my fire is out,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page237">237</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page309">309</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I charge my daughters every one,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page323" id="page323"></a>[page 323]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page159"> 159</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If a body meet a body,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page304">304</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If all the world was apple-pie,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page198">198</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If all the seas were one sea,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page310">310</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If a man who turnips cries,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page204">204</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If I'd as much money as I could spend,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page117">117</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If ifs and ands,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page80">80</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If wishes were horses,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If you love me, pop and fly,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page135">135</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page71">71</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>If you with me will go, my love,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page236">236</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little castle upon the sea-side,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page134">134</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little cow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page278">278</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little cow, to save her,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page269">269</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page252">252</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little dog, and they called him Buff,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page258">258</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page274">274</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page253">253</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little husband,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page240">240</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little moppet,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page310">310</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page4">4</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had a little pony,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page279">279</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I had two pigeons bright and gay,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page266">266</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page125">125</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I have been to market, my lady, my lady,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page108">108</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page277">277</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I'll away yhame,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page277">277</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I'll buy you a tartan bonnet,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page212">212</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I'll sing you a song,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page118">118</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I'll tell you a story,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page59">59</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I lost my mare in Lincoln Lane,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page302">302</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page80">80</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page102">102</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I married my wife by the light of the moon,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page243">243</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>In Arthur's court, Tom Thumb did live,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page43">43</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>In fir tar is,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page77">77</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>In July,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>In marble walls as white as milk,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page125">125</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page164">164</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>In the month of February,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page269">269</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I saw a peacock with a fiery tail,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page201">201</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I saw a ship a-sailing,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page203">203</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I sell you the key of the king's garden,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page324" id="page324"></a>[page 324]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page282">282</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Is John Smith within?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page163">163</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>It's once I courted as pretty a lass,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page225">225</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I've a glove in my hand,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page192">192</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I went into my grandmother's garden,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page121">121</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I went to the toad that lies under the wall,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page136">136</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I went to the wood and got it,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page119">119</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I went up one pair of stairs,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page168">168</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I won't be my father's Jack,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page208">208</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>I would if I cou'd,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page198">198</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Jack and Jill went up the hill,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page246">246</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jack be nimble,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page166">166</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jack in the pulpit, out and in,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page231">231</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jack Sprat,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page275">275</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jack Sprat could eat no fat,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page233">233</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jack Sprat's pig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page267">267</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page101">101</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page315">315</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jeanie, come tie my,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page94">94</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Jim and George were two great lords,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page12">12</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>John Ball shot them all,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page283">283</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>John, come sell thy fiddle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page231">231</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page114">114</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td>Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page262">262</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Johnny shall have a new bonnet,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page95">95</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />King's Sutton is a pretty town,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page300">300</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page272">272</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page263">263</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Legomoton,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page81">81</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Leg over leg,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page280">280</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Lend me thy mare to ride a mile?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page91">91</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Let us go to the wood, says this pig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page170">170</a></td> +</tr> + <tr> + <td>Little Bob Robin,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page268">268</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page93">93</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little boy blue, come blow up your horn,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page281">281</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page301">301</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page277">277</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Dicky Dilver, </td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page221">221</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little General Monk,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page325" id="page325"></a>[page 325]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page13">13</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little girl, little girl, where have you been?, </td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page306">306</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Jack a dandy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page217">217</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page234">234</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Jack Jingle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page229">229</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page65">65</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little John Jiggy Jag,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page245">245</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page41">41</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page302">302</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page232">232</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Mary Ester,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page307">307</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Nancy Etticoat,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page127">127</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Poll Parrot,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page254">254</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Robin Red-breast,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page261">261</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Robin Red-breast,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page262">262</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page273">273</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Tee wee,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page215">215</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Tom Dandy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page247">247</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Tom Dogget,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page86">86</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Tommy Tacket,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page311">311</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Tommy Tittlemouse,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page41">41</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Tom Tittlemouse,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page61">61</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Little Tom Tucker,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page308">308</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Lives in winter,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page134">134</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Lock the dairy door,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page279">279</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>London bridge is broken down,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page98">98</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Long Legs, crooked thighs,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Love your own, kiss your own,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page248">248</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Madam, I am come to court you,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page244">244</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Made in London,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page121">121</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Make three-fourths of a cross,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page123">123</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Margaret wrote a letter,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page248">248</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page163">163</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Master I have, and I am his man,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page237">237</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page136">136</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>May my geese fly over your barn?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page190">190</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page103">103</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Miss one, two, and three could never agree,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page17">17</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Mistress Mary, quite contrary,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page81">81</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page66">66</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Multiplication is vexation,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page78">78</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page326" id="page326"></a>[page 326]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page210">210</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My dear, do you know,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page35">35</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My father and mother,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page302">302</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My father he died, but I can't tell you how,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page92">92</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My father he left me, just as he was able,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page138">138</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My father left me three acres of land,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page109">109</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My father was a Frenchman,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page180">180</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My grandmother sent me a new-fashioned, &c., </td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page139">139</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My lady Wind, my lady Wind,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page60">60</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My little old man and I fell out,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page312">312</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My maid Mary,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page104">104</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My mother and your mother,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page195">195</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My story's ended,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page79">79</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>My true love lives far from me,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page201">201</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Nature requires five,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page69">69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Needles and pins, needles and pins,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page73">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Now we dance, looby, looby, looby,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page190">190</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Number number nine, this hoop's mine,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page168">168</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Oh, dear, what can the matter be?,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page152">152</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page245">245</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Oh, where are you going,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page82">82</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page60">60</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old Betty Blue,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page146">146</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old father Graybeard,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page134">134</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page102">102</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old Father of the Pye,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page99">99</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old King Cole,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old Mother Goose, when,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page56">56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old mother Hubbard,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page146">146</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page144">144</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old Sir Simon the king,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page314">314</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old mother Twitchett had but one eye,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page125">125</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page143">143</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Once I saw a little bird,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page263">263</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Once upon a time there was an old sow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page37">37</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page276">276</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One, 2, 3, 4, 5,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One-ery, two-ery,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page154">154</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page167">167</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One misty moisty morning,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page84">84</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One moonshiny night,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page327" id="page327"></a>[page 327]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page3">3</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One's none,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page15">15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One old Oxford ox opening oysters,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page175">175</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One to make ready,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page156">156</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One, two,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page17">17</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>One, two, three,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page14">14</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>On Saturday night,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page237">237</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>O rare Harry Parry,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page249">249</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>O that I was where I would be,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page196">196</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page229">229</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Our saucy boy Dick,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page66">66</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Over the water, and over the lee,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page8">8</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Pancakes and fritters,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page108">108</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Parson Darby wore a black gown,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page311">311</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page18">18</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page130">130</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pease-pudding hot,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page158">158</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Peg, Peg, wish a wooden leg,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page311">311</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pemmy was a pretty girl,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page63">63</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page138">138</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Peter White will ne'er go right,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page196">196</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pit, Pat, well-a-day,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page253">253</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pitty Patty Polt,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page270">270</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Please to remember,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page7">7</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Polly, put the kettle on,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page83">83</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Poor old Robinson Crusoe!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page10">10</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pretty John Watts,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page275">275</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Punch and Judy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page32">32</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Purple, yellow, red, and green,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page129">129</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pussey cat sits by the fire,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page274">274</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page220">220</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page267">267</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pussy cat Mole,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page264">264</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page257">257</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pussy sat by the fire-side,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page261">261</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Pussy sits behind the fire,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page269">269</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Queen Anne, queen Anne, you sit in the sun,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page161">161</a></td> +</tr> + + <tr> + <td><br />Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page211">211</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Rain, Rain, go away,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page305">305</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Riddle me, riddle me, ree,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page328" id="page328"></a>[page 328]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page263">263</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page165">165</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page166">166</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page170">170</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page170">170</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ride baby, ride,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page210">210</a></td> +</tr> + <tr> + <td>Ring me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3),</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page170">170</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ring the bell!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page182">182</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Robert Barnes, fellow fine,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page260">260</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page139">139</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Robin-a-Bobin bent his bow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page271">271</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Robin and Richard were two pretty men,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page59">59</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Robin Hood, Robin Hood,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page3">3</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page209">209</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Rock well my cradle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page212">212</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page222">222</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Rosemary green,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page232">232</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Round about, round about,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page222">222</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Rowley Powley, pudding and pie,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page248">248</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page280">280</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Saw ye aught of my love a coming from ye market,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page240">240</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Says t'auld man tit oak tree,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page89">89</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>See a pin and pick it up,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>See, saw, Margery Daw,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page164">164</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>See, saw, Margery Daw,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page165">165</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>See, saw, Margery Daw,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page276">276</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>See, saw, sack-a-day,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page8">8</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>See-saw, jack a daw,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page176">176</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>See-saw sacradown,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page177">177</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>See, see? what shall I see?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page133">133</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page307">307</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Shoe the colt,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page265">265</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Shoe the colt, shoe!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page180">180</a></td> +</tr> + +<tr> + <td>Sieve my lady's oatmeal,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page161">161</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Simple Simon met a pieman,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page31">31</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Sing a song of sixpence,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page90">90</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page216">216</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Sing, sing, what shall I sing?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page215">215</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Solomon Grundy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Some little mice sat in a barn to spin,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page255">255</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Some up, and some down,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page329" id="page329"></a>[page 329]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page95">95</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Snail, snail, come out of your hole,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page254">254</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Snail, snail, put out your horns,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page272">272</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Snail, snail, shut out your horns,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page273">273</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Sneel, snaul,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page254">254</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Speak when you're spoken to,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page80">80</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page68">68</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>St. Thomas's-day is past and gone,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page316">316</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Swan swam over the sea,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page139">139</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Sylvia, sweet as morning air,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page226">226</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page64">64</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tell tale, tit!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page76">76</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Ten and ten and twice eleven,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page121">121</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The art of good driving 's a paradox quite,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page75">75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The barber shaved the mason,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page310">310</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page253">253</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The cock doth crow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page258">258</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The cuckoo's a fine bird,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page251">251</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The cuckoo's a vine bird,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page252">252</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The dog of the kill,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page195">195</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page270">270</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The fair maid who, the first of May,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page75">75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The first day of Christmas,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page184">184</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The fox and his wife they had a great strife,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page84">84</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page303">303</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The king of France, and four thousand men,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page5">5</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The king of France, the king of France, with forty thousand men,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page6">6</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The king of France went up the hill,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page5">5</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The king of France, with twenty thousand men,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page5">5</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The keys of Canterbury,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page234">234</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The lion and the unicorn,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page42">42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The little priest of Felton,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page300">300</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The man in the moon,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page66">66</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The mackerel's cry,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page74">74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The man in the moon drinks claret,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page309">309</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The man in the wilderness asked me,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page199">199</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The moon nine days old,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page127">127</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The north wind doth blow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page96">96</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The old woman and her pig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page292">292</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The pettitoes are little feet,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page278">278</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The quaker's wife got up to bake,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page330" id="page330"></a>[page 330]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page312">312</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There once was a gentleman grand,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page22">22</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page33">33</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a fat man of Bombay,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page34">34</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a frog lived in a well,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page110">110</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a girl in our towne,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page119">119</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a jolly miller,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page42">42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a jolly miller,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page107">107</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a king, and he had three daughters,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page65">65</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a king met a king,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page123">123</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little boy and a little girl,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page228">228</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little boy went into a barn,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page273">273</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little Guinea-pig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page200">200</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little maid, and she was afraid,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page243">243</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little man,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page36">36</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little man,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page227">227</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little nobby colt,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page299">299</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little one-eyed gunner,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page264">264</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a little pretty lad,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page247">247</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a man, and he had naught,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page36">36</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a man and he was mad,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page203">203</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a man, and his name was Dob,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page190">190</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page113">113</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a man of Newington,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page197">197</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a man rode through our town,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page130">130</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a man who had no eyes,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page127">127</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a monkey climb'd up a tree,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page11">11</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old crow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page259">259</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old man,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page152">152</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old man of Tobago,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page152">152</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page145">145</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old man, who lived in a wood,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page150">150</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page144">144</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page144">144</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page149">149</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman, and what do you think?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page199">199</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman, as I've heard tell,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page141">141</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page153">153</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman had nothing,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page200">200</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman had three cows,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page276">276</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman had three sons,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page150">150</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman, her name it was Peg,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page143">143</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman in Surrey,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page153">153</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman of Leeds,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page145">145</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman of Norwich,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page153">153</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman sat spinning, <span class="pagenum"><a name="page331" id="page331"></a>[page 331]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page143">143</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page145">145</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page142">142</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was an owl lived in an oak,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page258">258</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There was a piper, he'd a cow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page265">265</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There were three jovial Welshmen,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page161">161</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There were three sisters in a hall,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There were two birds sat on a stone,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page106">106</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>There were two blackbirds,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page167">167</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The robin and the wren,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page268">268</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The rose is red, the grass is green,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page6">6</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The rose is red, the grass is green,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page79">79</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The sow came in with the saddle,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page255">255</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The tailor of Bicester,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page300">300</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The white dove sat on the castle wall,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page97">97</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>The winds, they did blow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page268">268</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>They that wash on Monday,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page72">72</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Thirty days hath September,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page78">78</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Thirty white horses upon a red hill,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page128">128</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>This is the house that Jack built,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page285">285</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>This is the key of the kingdom,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page174">174</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>This is the way the ladies ride,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page189">189</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>This pig went to market,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page172">172</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>This pig went to market,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page182">182</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>This pig went to the barn,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page183">183</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Thomas and Annis met in the dark,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page239">239</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Thomas a Tattamus took two T's,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page126">126</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Three blind mice, see how they run!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page110">110</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Three children sliding on the ice,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page197">197</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Three crooked cripples went through Cripplegate,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page139">139</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Three straws on a staff,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page69">69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Three wise men of Gotham,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page59">59</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Thumb bold,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page193">193</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page182">182</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tiddle liddle lightum,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page216">216</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tip, top, tower,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page168">168</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page295">295</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page198">198</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>To Beccles! to Beccles!,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page191">191</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>To make your candles last for a',</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page68">68</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>To market ride the gentlemen,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page169">169</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>To market, to market,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page206">206</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>To market, to market,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page211">211</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page307">307</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page221">221</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page332" id="page332"></a>[page 332]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page315">315</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page167">167</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tom he was a piper's son,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page99">99</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tommy kept a chandler's shop,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page62">62</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tommy Trot a man of law,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page230">230</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tom shall have a new bonnet,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page207">207</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tom, Tom, the piper's son,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page42">42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Trip and go, heave and hoe,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page189">189</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Trip trap over the grass,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page177">177</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page94">94</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'Twas a holiday,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page256">256</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page220">220</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Twelve huntsmen with horns and hounds,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page159">159</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Twelve pears hanging high,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page124">124</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Two broken tradesmen,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page171">171</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Two legs sat upon three legs,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page131">131</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Up at Piccadilly oh!, </td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page89">89</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Up hill and down dale,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page231">231</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page198">198</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Up street, and down street,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page244">244</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Wash hands, wash,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page312">312</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>We are three brethren out of Spain,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page178">178</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Weave the diaper tick-a-tick tick,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page166">166</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>We make no spare,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page4">4</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>We're all dry with drinking on't,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page230">230</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>We're all in the dumps,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page306">306</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>What are little boys made of,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page304">304</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>What care I how black I be,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page226">226</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>What do <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'thay'">they</ins> call you?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page255">255</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>What is the rhyme for poringer?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page10">10</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>What shoe-maker makes shoes without leather,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page126">126</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>What's the news of the day,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page306">306</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When a Twister a twisting will twist him a twist,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page137">137</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When good king Arthur ruled this land,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page2">2</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When I was a little boy, I had but little wit,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page81">81</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When I was a little girl, about seven years old,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page62">62</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When I was taken from the fair body,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page120">120</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When I went up sandy hill,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page134">134</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When Jacky's a very good boy,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page311">311</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When shall we be married,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page229">229</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When the sand doth feed the clay,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page75">75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When the snow is on the ground,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page259">259</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When the wind is in the east,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page70">70</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>When V and I together meet,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page78">78</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Where are you going, my pretty maid?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page107">107</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Where have you been all the day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page333" id="page333"></a>[page 333]</span></td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page226">226</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Where have you been to-day, Billy, my son,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page242">242</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Where was a sugar and fretty,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page212">212</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle, daughter dear,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page117">117</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Who comes here?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page313">313</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Who goes round my house this night?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page155">155</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Who is going round my sheepfold?,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page173">173</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Whoop, whoop, and hollow,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page167">167</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page307">307</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Willy, Willy Wilkin,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page225">225</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>William and Mary, George and Anne,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page10">10</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Wooley Foster has gone to sea,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page105">105</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><br />Yeow mussent sing a' Sunday,</td> + <td class="right"><br /><a href="#page73">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page238">238</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>Young lambs to sell,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page211">211</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td>You shall have an apple,</td> + <td class="right"><a href="#page89">89</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="images/045-840.jpg"><img src="images/045-420.jpg" alt="END" /></a></div> + +<hr /> + +<table summary="transcriber note" width="60%" align="center" style="margin-top: 5em;"> +<tr> + <td class="note"> + +<h3>Transcriber's Note</h3> + +<p>This book contains a lot of dialect, which has been retained.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>page 42: 'flee' is followed by 'Mr. Flea'. But 'flee' rhymes with 'Dee', +and has been retained.</p> + +<p>page 75, and Index: "driving 's": +"The art of good driving 's a paradox quite," agrees with both scans, +and has been retained.</p> + +<p>CCCLI.: The second small print explanatory note did not contain quote marks, +and they have not been added.</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>CCCXCII.: 'did'nt' retained: "O then my poor baby did'nt cry!"</p> + +<p>CCCCXXXII.: 'would'nt' retained: "The miller would'nt have her,"</p> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p>A few obvious punctuation errors have been repaired. +Old-fashioned, but correct, punctuation (which agrees with the scans) has been +retained.</p> + <p> </p> +<p>There are, however, some apparently genuine typographical or +printer's errors.</p> + +<h4>Errata</h4> + +<p>(Corrections are also indicated, in the text, by a dotted line underneath the correction.</p> +<p style="margin-top:-1em;">Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text will <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apprear'">appear</ins>.)</p> + +<p>page iv: 'doggrel' corrected to 'doggerel': "the place of the ancient +doggerel"</p> + +<p>page 37: 'shin' corrected to 'chin': "No, no, by the hair of my chiny +chin chin."</p> + +<p>page 92: 'buble' corrected to 'bubble': "Jack sing saddle oh,<br /> + Blowsey boys bubble oh,"</p> + +<p>page 110: Músicks' corrected to Musicks (accent not on original book cover) +(http://www.pbm.com/~lindahl/ravenscroft/deuteromelia/deut_01small.html)</p> + +<p>page 158: 'here' corrected to 'hear': "And hear what time of day;"</p> + +<p>page 222: 'scarely' corrected to 'scarcely': "that our endeavours are +scarcely likely to be attended with success."</p> + +<p>page 317: 'sat' corrected to 'sate': "A pie sate on a pear-tree, 259"</p> + +<p>page 321: 'came' corrected to 'come': "Girls and boys, come out to play, 305"</p> + +<p>page 332: 'thay' corrected to 'they': "What do they call you?, 255"</p> + +<p>Sundry "Index" entries have been relocated for consistency.</p> + +</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr class="full" /> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +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-h.htm or 32415-h.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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