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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Gammer Gurton's Garland, by Joseph Ritson
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+Title: Gammer Gurton's Garland
+       The Nursery Parnassus
+
+Author: Joseph Ritson
+
+Release Date: December 8, 2010 [EBook #34601]
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+                      _Gammer Gurton's Garland._
+
+
+
+                           Gammer Gurton's
+                               Garland
+
+                                  OR
+
+                       _THE NURSERY PARNASSUS_
+
+
+          A Choice Collection of Pretty Songs and Verses for
+              the Amusement of all Little Good Children
+                    who can neither read nor run.
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                             LONDON, 1810
+                            REPRINTED FOR
+                        HUGH HOPKINS, GLASGOW
+                                 1866
+
+
+
+                 _Printed by_ R. CLARK, _Edinburgh_.
+
+
+
+
+"GAMMER GURTON'S GARLAND, or the Nursery Parnassus," was originally
+issued at Stockton, as a small twopenny _brochure_, in 32mo, without a
+date, "printed by and for R. Christopher." Sir Harris Nicholas says it
+appeared in the year 1783, "one of the most prolific of Ritson's pen."
+Haslewood is of opinion that it appeared about the same period as "The
+Bishopric Garland, or Durham Minstrel," which was printed at Stockton
+for the same R. Christopher in 1784. "Gammer Gurton's Garland" was again
+printed, with additions, 1809, in 8vo. This little work, a great
+favourite with those for whose amusement it was compiled, has been more
+than once reprinted since. The present edition has been very carefully
+executed, and rendered complete by the addition of an index.
+
+The impression has been limited to one hundred copies small paper, and
+twelve copies large paper.
+
+  GLASGOW, MDCCCLXVI.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                                PART I.
+
+
+THE FROG AND MOUSE.
+
+  There was a frog liv'd in a well,
+      Kitty alone, Kitty alone;
+  There was a frog liv'd in a well,
+      Kitty alone and I.
+  There was a frog liv'd in a well,
+  And a farce[A] mouse in a mill.
+      Cock me cary, Kitty alone,
+      Kitty alone and I.
+
+  This frog he would a wooing ride,
+      Kitty alone, etc.
+  This frog he would a wooing ride,
+  And on a snail he got astride.
+      Cock me cary, etc.
+
+  He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,
+      Kitty alone, etc.
+  He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall,
+  And there he did both knock and call.
+      Cock me cary, etc.
+
+  Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,
+      Kitty alone, etc.
+  Quoth he, Miss Mouse, I'm come to thee,
+  To see if thou can fancy me.
+      Cock me cary, etc.
+
+  Quoth she, Answer I'll give you none,
+      Kitty alone, etc.
+  Quoth she, Answer I'll give you none,
+  Until my uncle Rat come home.
+      Cock me cary, etc.
+
+  And when her uncle Rat came home,
+      Kitty alone, etc.
+  And when her uncle Rat came home,
+  Who's been here since I've been gone?
+      Cock me cary, etc.
+
+  Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,
+      Kitty alone, etc.
+  Sir, there's been a worthy gentleman,
+  That's been here since you've been gone.
+      Cock me cary, etc.
+
+  The frog he came whistling through the brook,
+      Kitty alone, etc.
+  The frog he came whistling through the brook,
+  And there he met with a dainty duck.
+      Cock me cary, etc.
+
+  This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,
+      Kitty alone, Kitty alone,
+  This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck,
+  So there's an end of my history book.
+      Cock me cary, Kitty alone,
+      Kitty alone and I.
+
+    [A] Merry.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE LADY AND THE SWINE.
+
+  There was a lady lov'd a swine,
+      Honey, quoth she,
+  Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?
+      Hoogh, quoth he.
+
+  I'll build thee a silver stye,
+      Honey, quoth she,
+  And in it thou shalt lye;
+      Hoogh, quoth he.
+
+  Pinn'd with a silver pin,
+      Honey, quoth she,
+  That thou may go out and in,
+      Hoogh, quoth he.
+
+  Wilt thou now have me now,
+      Honey? quoth she,
+  Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh, quoth he,
+      And went his way.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE CAMBRICK SHIRT.
+
+  Can you make me a cambrick shirt,
+    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
+  Without any seam or needle work?
+    And you shall be a true lover of mine.
+
+  Can you wash it in yonder well,
+    Parsley, etc.
+  Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?
+    And you, etc.
+
+  Can you dry it on yonder thorn,
+    Parsley, etc.
+  Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
+    And you, etc.
+
+  Now you have ask'd me questions three,
+    Parsley, etc.
+  I hope you'll answer as many for me,
+    And you, etc.
+
+  Can you find me an acre of land,
+    Parsley, etc.
+  Between the salt water and the sea sand?
+    And you, etc.
+
+  Can you plow it with a ram's horn,
+    Parsley, etc.
+  And sow it all over with one pepper corn?
+    And you, etc.
+
+  Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
+    Parsley, etc.
+  And bind it up with a peacock's feather,
+    And you, etc.
+
+  When you have done and finish'd your work,
+    Parsley, etc.
+  Then come to me for your cambrick shirt.
+    And you, etc.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE CELEBRATED SONG OF
+
+LONDON BRIDGE IS BROKEN DOWN.
+
+  London bridge is broken down,
+      Dance o'er my lady lee,
+  London Bridge is broken down,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+  How shall we build it up again?
+      Dance o'er my lady lee,
+  How shall we build it up again?
+      With a gay lady.
+
+  Silver and gold will be stole away,
+      Dance o'er my lady lee,
+  Silver and gold will be stole away,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+  Build it up with iron and steel,
+      Dance o'er my lady lee,
+  Build it up with iron and steel,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+  Iron and steel will bend and bow,
+      Dance o'er my lady lee,
+  Iron and steel will bend and bow,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+  Build it up with wood and clay,
+      Dance o'er my lady lee,
+  Build it up with wood and clay,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+  Wood and clay will wash away,
+      Dance o'er my lady lee,
+  Wood and clay will wash away,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+  Build it up with stone so strong,
+      Dance o'er my lady lee,
+  Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,
+      With a gay lady.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SONG OF
+
+THE THREE CHILDREN.
+
+_Tune_--"Chevy Chace."
+
+  Three children sliding on the ice,
+    Upon a summer's day,
+  As it fell out, they all fell in,
+    The rest they ran away.
+
+  Now had these children been at home,
+    Or sliding on dry ground,
+  Ten thousand pounds to one penny,
+    They had not all been drown'd.
+
+  You parents that have children dear,
+    And eke you that have none,
+  If you will have them safe abroad,
+    Pray keep them safe at home.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ROBIN, BOBBIN, RICHARD, AND JOHN:
+
+OR, THE WREN SHOOTING.
+
+    We'll go a shooting, says Robin to Bobbin;
+    We'll go a shooting, says Richard to Robin;
+    We'll go a shooting, says John all alone;
+    We'll go a shooting, says every one.
+
+    What shall we kill? says Robin to Bobbin;
+    What shall we kill? says Richard to Robin;
+    What shall we kill? says John all alone;
+    What shall we kill? says every one.
+
+    We'll shoot at that wren, says Robin to Bobbin;
+    We'll shoot at that wren, says Richard to Robin;
+    We'll shoot at that wren, says John all alone;
+    We'll shoot at that wren, says every one.
+
+    She's down, she's down, says Robin to Bobbin;
+    She's down, she's down, says Richard to Robin;
+    She's down, she's down, says John all alone;
+    She's down, she's down, says every one.
+
+    How shall we get her home? says Robin to Bobbin;
+    How shall we get her home? says Richard to Robin;
+    How shall we get her home? says John all alone;
+    How shall we get her home? says every one.
+
+    We'll hire a cart, says Robin to Bobbin;
+    We'll hire a cart, says Richard to Robin;
+    We'll hire a cart, says John all alone;
+    We'll hire a cart, says every one.
+
+    Then hoist, boys, hoist, says Robin to Bobbin;
+    Then hoist, boys, hoist, says Richard to Robin;
+    Then hoist, boys, hoist, says John all alone;
+    Then hoist, boys, hoist, says every one.
+
+  So they brought her away, after each pluck'd a feather,
+  And when they got home, shar'd the booty together.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SHORT COURTSHIP:
+
+OR, THE LUSTY WOOER.
+
+  Here comes a lusty wooer,
+    My a dildin, my a daldin;
+  Here comes a lusty wooer,
+    Lily bright and shine a.
+
+  Pray, who do you woo?
+    My a dildin, my a daldin;
+  Pray, who do you woo?
+    Lily bright and shine a.
+
+  For your fairest daughter,
+    My a dildin, my a daldin;
+  For your fairest daughter,
+    Lily bright and shine a.
+
+  Then there she is for you,
+    My a dildin, my a daldin;
+  Then there she is for you,
+    Lily bright and shine a.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SONG OF
+
+THE OLD WOMAN THAT WAS TOSS'D IN A BLANKET.
+
+  There was an old woman toss'd in a blanket
+    Seventeen times as high as the moon;
+  But where she was going no mortal could tell,
+    For under her arm she carry'd a broom.
+
+  Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I,
+    Whither, ah whither, ah whither so high?
+  To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
+    And I'll be with you by and by.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE OLD MAN AND THE OAK.
+
+A NORTH-COUNTRY SONG.
+
+  Says t' auld man tit oak tree,
+  Young and lusty was I when I kenn'd thee;
+  I was young and lusty, I was fair and clear,
+  Young and lusty was I mony a lang year,
+  But sair fail'd am I, sair fail'd now,
+  Sair fail'd am I sen kenn'd thou.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+A SOLEMN DIRGE.
+
+  Ding dong bell,
+  The cat is in the well.
+  Who put her in?
+  Little Johnny Green.
+
+  What a naughty boy was that,
+  To drown poor pussy cat,
+  Who never did him any harm,
+  And kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TRIP UPON TRENCHES.
+
+A MELANCHOLY SONG.
+
+  Trip upon trenches, and dance upon dishes,
+  My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;
+  She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly,
+  For fear the young men should do me some harm.
+
+  Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
+  What naughty tricks they put upon me:
+        They broke my pitcher,
+          And spilt the water,
+        And huff'd my mother,
+          And chid her daughter,
+  And kiss'd my sister instead of me.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+T'OTHER LITTLE TUNE.
+
+A VERY PLEASANT SONG.
+
+  Won't be my father's Jack,
+    I wont be my mother's Gill,
+  I will be the fiddler's wife,
+    And have music when I will.
+        T'other little tune,
+        T'other little tune,
+        Pr'ythee, love, play me
+        T'other little tune.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SONG OF
+
+THE THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM,
+
+WHO WENT TO SEA IN A BOWL.
+
+  Three wise men of Gotham
+  Went to sea in a bowl,
+  And if the bowl had been stronger,
+  My song had been longer.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SONG OF SIXPENCE.
+
+  Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye,
+  Four-and-twenty blackbirds bak'd in a pye;
+  And when the pye was open'd the birds began to sing,
+  And was not this a pretty dish to set before a king?
+
+  The king was in the parlour counting o'er his money,
+  The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;
+  The maid was in the garden laying out the clothes,
+  Up came a magpie and bit off her nose.[B]
+
+    [B] Quoted in Beaumont and Fletcher's Bonduca, act v. sc. ii.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SONG OF
+
+THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE.
+
+    Sing hey diddle, diddle,
+    The cat and the fiddle,
+  The cow jump'd over the moon,
+    The little dog laugh'd
+    To see such craft,
+  And the dish run away with the spoon.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE WOODCOCK, THE SPARROW, AND THE LITTLE DOG.
+
+  I'll sing you a song:
+  The days are long,
+  The woodcock and the sparrow:
+  The little dog he has burnt his tail,
+  And he must be hang'd to-morrow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SONG OF
+
+THE TWO BIRDS.
+
+  There were two birds sat on a stone,
+      Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+  One flew away, and then there was one,
+      Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+  The other flew after, and then there was none,
+      Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
+  And so the poor stone was left all alone,
+      Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SURPRISING OLD WOMAN.
+
+  There was an old woman, and what do you think?
+  She liv'd upon nothing but victuals and drink;
+  And tho' victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
+  This plaguy old woman could never be quiet.
+
+  She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,
+  And when she came home, her old husband was dead;
+  She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
+  And when she came back her old husband was well.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE MIRACULOUS GUINEA-PIG.
+
+  There was a little guinea-pig,
+  Who being little was not big,
+  He always walk'd upon his feet,
+  And never fasted when he eat.
+
+  When from a place he ran away,
+  He never at that place did stay;
+  And while he ran, as I am told,
+  He ne'er stood still for young or old.
+
+  He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,
+  And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;
+  Tho' ne'er instructed by a cat,
+  He knew a mouse was not a rat.
+
+  One day, as I am certify'd,
+  He took a whim and fairly dy'd;
+  And as I'm told by men of sense,
+  He never has been living since.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SONG OF THE
+
+PIPER AND THE FIDDLER'S WIFE.
+
+  We're all dry with drinking on't,
+  We're all dry with drinking on't,
+  The piper kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
+  And I can't sleep for thinking on't.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+A FAMOUS SONG ABOUT
+
+BETTY PRINGLE'S PIG.
+
+  Did you not hear of Betty Pringle's pig?
+  It was not very little, nor yet very big;
+  The pig sat down upon a dunghill,
+  And there poor piggy he made his will.
+
+  Betty Pringle came to see this pretty pig
+  That was not very little, nor yet very big;
+  This little piggy it lay down and dy'd,
+  And Betty Pringle sat down and cry'd.
+
+  Then Johnny Pringle bury'd this very pretty pig,
+  That was not very little, nor yet very big;
+  So here's an end of the song of all three,
+  Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and the little Piggy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE NURSE'S SONG.
+
+  Bee baw babby lou,[C] on a tree top,
+  When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
+  When the wind ceases the cradle will fall,
+  Down comes baby and cradle and all.
+
+    [C] A corruption of the French nurse's threat in the fable:
+        _He bas! la le loup!_ Hush! there's the wolf.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ANOTHER.
+
+  Bee baw bunting,
+  Daddy's gone a hunting,
+  To get a little lamb's skin,
+  To lap his little baby in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ANOTHER.
+
+    Bye O my baby,
+    When I was a lady,
+  O then my poor baby didn't cry;
+    But my baby is weeping,
+    For want of good keeping,
+  Oh, I fear my poor baby will die.
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                               PART II.
+
+
+A MAN OF WORDS.
+
+  A man of words and not of deeds
+  Is like a garden full of weeds;
+  And when the weeds begin to grow,
+  It's like a garden full of snow;
+  And when the snow begins to fall,
+  It's like a bird upon the wall;
+  And when the bird away does fly,
+  It's like an eagle in the sky;
+  And when the sky begins to roar,
+  It's like a lion at the door;
+  And when the door begins to crack,
+  It's like a stick across your back;
+  And when your back begins to smart,
+  It's like a penknife in your heart;
+  And when your heart begins to bleed,
+  You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE VALENTINE.
+
+  The rose is red, the violet's blue,
+  The honey's sweet, and so are you.
+  Thou art my love, and I am thine;
+  I drew thee to my Valentine:
+  The lot was cast, and then I drew,
+  And fortune said it should be you.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THREE BRETHREN OUT OF SPAIN.
+
+  We are three brethren out of Spain,
+  Come to court your daughter Jane.
+  My daughter Jane she is too young,
+  And has not learn'd her mother tongue.
+
+  Be she young, or be she old,
+  For her beauty she must be sold.
+  So fare you well, my lady gay,
+  We'll call again another day.
+
+  Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight;
+  And rub thy spurs till they be bright.
+  Of my spurs take you no thought,
+  For in this town they were not bought.
+  So fare you well, my lady gay,
+  We'll call again another day.
+
+  Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,
+  And take the fairest in your sight.
+  The fairest maid that I can see,
+  Is pretty Nancy, come to me.
+
+  Here comes your daughter safe and sound,
+  Every pocket with a thousand pound;
+  Every finger with a gay gold ring;
+  Please to take your daughter in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ROBIN AND RICHARD.
+
+  Robin and Richard
+    Were two pretty men,
+  They lay in bed
+    Till the clock struck ten;
+  Then up starts Robin,
+    And looks at the sky,
+  Oh! brother Richard,
+    The sun's very high.
+  You go before,
+    With your bottle and bag,
+  And I will come after,
+    On little Jack Nag.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ROBIN THE ROBIN.
+
+  Robin the Robin, the big-bellied hen,
+  He eat more than fourscore men:
+  He eat a cow, he eat a calf;
+  He eat a butcher and a half;
+  He eat a church, he eat the steeple,
+  He eat the priest and all the people.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+BAH, BAH, BLACKSHEEP.
+
+  Bah, bah, black sheep,
+    Have you any wool?
+  Yes, marry, have I,
+    Three bags full;
+  One for my master,
+    One for my dame,
+  But none for the little boy
+    Who cries in the lane.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+PATTY CAKE.
+
+  Patty cake, patty cake,
+    Baker's man;
+  That I will, master,
+    As fast as I can;
+
+  Prick it, and prick it,
+    And mark it with a T,
+  And there will be enough
+    For Jacky and me.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+WHO'S THERE?
+
+  Who's there?
+    A grenadier.
+  What do you want?
+    A pot of beer.
+  Where's your money?
+    Quite forgot.
+  Get you gone,
+    You drunken sot.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CROSS PATCH.
+
+  Cross patch, draw the latch,
+    Sit by the fire and spin;
+  Take a cup, and drink it up,
+    Then call your neighbours in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MISTRESS MARY.
+
+    Mistress Mary,
+    Quite contrary,
+  How does your garden grow?
+    With cockle shells,
+    And silver bells,
+  And cowslips all arow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE OLD MAN AND HIS CALF.
+
+  There was an old man,
+  And he had a calf;
+    And that's half:
+  He took him out of the stall,
+  And put him on the wall;
+    And that's all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+JACK A NORY.
+
+    I'll tell you a story
+    About Jack a Nory;
+  And now my story's begun:
+    I'll tell you another
+    About Jack his brother
+  And now my story's done.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+GREAT A.
+
+  Great A, little a,
+    Bouncing B;
+  The cat's in the cupboard,
+    And she can't see.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SEE SAW.
+
+  See Saw, Sacaradown,
+  Which is the way to London town?
+  One foot up, the other foot down,
+  That is the way to London town.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
+  I caught a hare alive;
+    6, 7, 8, 9, 10,
+  I let her go again.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Here stands a fist,
+    Who set it there?
+  A better man than you,
+    Touch him if you dare.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  A little old man and I fell out,
+  How shall we bring this matter about?
+  Bring it about as well as you can,
+  Get you gone, you little old man!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?
+  In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.
+  A halfpenny pudding, a penny pye,
+  A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    The man in the moon
+    Came tumbling down,
+  And ask'd his way to Norwich.
+    He went by the south,
+    And burnt his mouth,
+  With supping hot pease porridge.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Four-and-twenty tailors
+    Went to kill a snail;
+  The best man among them
+    Durst not touch her tail:
+
+  She put out her horns
+    Like a little kyloe cow:
+  Run, tailors, run,
+    Or she'll kill you all e'en now.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    Jack and Gill
+    Went up the hill,
+  To fetch a bottle of water;
+    Jack fell down,
+    And broke his crown,
+  And Gill came tumbling after.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    O rare Harry Parry,
+    When will you marry?
+  When apples and pears are ripe.
+    I'll come to your wedding,
+    Without any bidding,
+  And lye with your bride all night.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    See saw, Margery Daw,
+  Sold her old bed to lay on the straw;
+    Was not she a nasty slut
+  To sell her old bed to lay on the dirt.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe,
+  She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
+  She gave them some broth, without any bread,
+  She whipp'd all their bums, and sent them to bed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    Shoe the colt,
+    Shoe the colt,
+  Shoe the wild mare;
+    Here a nail,
+    There a nail,
+  Yet she goes bare.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Is John Smith within?
+  Yes, that he is.
+  Can he set on a shoe?
+  Ay, marry, two,
+  Here a nail, there a nail,
+  Tick, tack, too.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    Ride a cock horse,
+    To Banbury cross,
+  To see what Tommy can buy;
+    A penny white loaf,
+    A penny white cake,
+  And a twopenny apple pye.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Ride a cock horse, to Banbury cross,
+  To see an old woman get up on her horse;
+  Rings on her fingers, and bells at her toes,
+  And so she makes music wherever she goes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  O that I was where I would be,
+  Then would I be where I am not;
+  But where I am I must be.
+  And where I would be I cannot.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  I see the moon, and the moon sees me,
+  God bless the moon, and God bless me!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Cock a doodle doo,
+  My dame has lost her shoe;
+  My master has lost his fiddlestick,
+  And knows not what to do.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Round about, round about,
+    Maggotty pie,
+  My father loves good ale,
+    And so do I.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  There was an old man in a velvet coat,
+  He kiss'd a maid and gave her a groat;
+  The groat was crack'd, and would not go;
+  Ah, old man, d'ye serve me so?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    Little Jack Horner
+    Sat in a corner,
+  Eating of Christmas pye;
+    He put in his thumb,
+    And pull'd out a plum,
+  And cry'd, What a good boy am I!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Little Tom Tucker,
+  Sings for his supper;
+  What shall he eat?
+  White bread and butter.
+  How shall he cut it
+  Without e'er a knife?
+  How will he be marry'd,
+  Without e'er a wife.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  A diller, a doller,
+  A ten o'clock scholar,
+  What makes you come so soon?
+  You us'd to come at ten o'clock,
+  And now you come at noon.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    I am a pretty wench,
+    And I come a great way hence,
+  And sweethearts I can get none:
+    But every dirty sow,
+    Can get sweethearts enow,
+  And I, pretty wench, can get never a one.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  What care I how black I be,
+  Twenty pounds will marry me;
+  If twenty wont, forty shall,
+  I am my mother's bouncing girl.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Lady bird, lady bird,
+  Fly away home;
+  Your house is on fire,
+  Your children will burn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  John, come sell thy fiddle,
+  And buy thy wife a gown.
+  No, I'll not sell my fiddle,
+  For ne'er a wife in town.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Goose-a, goose-a, gander,
+  Where shall I wander?
+  Up stairs, down stairs,
+  In my lady's chamber;
+  There you'll find a cup of sack
+  And a race of ginger.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SPEECH OF THE HORSE THAT SPOKE TO HIS MASTER.
+
+  Up the hill take care of me,
+  Down the hill take care of thee,
+  Give me no water while I am hot,
+  On level ground spare me not.[D]
+
+    [D] N.B.--Don't you think he might as well have kept the
+        last piece of advice to himself?
+
+        Sometimes the speech of the horse reminds his master
+        of that which is better:
+
+          Up hill ride me not;
+          Down hill gallop me not;
+          On level ground spare me not;
+          And in the stable forget me not.
+
+        Before the cock-horse is mounted, we should learn to
+        remember:
+
+          The rule of the road is a paradox quite,
+            And custom has prov'd it so long:
+          He that goes to the left is sure to go right,
+            And he that goes right must go wrong.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    Come, let's to bed,
+    Says Sleepy-head;
+  Sit up awhile, says Slow;
+    Hang on the pot,
+    Says greedy-gut,
+  Let's sup before we go.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  There was an old woman
+    Liv'd under a hill,
+  She put a mouse in a bag,
+    And sent it to mill:
+
+  The miller did swear,
+    By the point of his knife,
+  He never took toll
+    Of a mouse in his life.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+        There was an old woman,
+        And she sold puddings and pies,
+        She went to the mill,
+        And the dust flew into her eyes:
+        Hot pies and cold pies to sell!
+  Wherever she goes you may follow her by the smell.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  To make your candles last for aye,
+  You wives and maids give ear O!
+  To put 'em out's the only way,
+  Says honest John Boldero.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+      I doubt, I doubt,
+      My fire is out,
+  My little dame an't at home;
+      Come, bridle my hog,
+      And saddle my dog,
+  And fetch my little dame home.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
+  Beggars are coming to town;
+  Some in jags, and some in rags,
+  And some in velvet gowns.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+          When I was a batchelor,
+            I lived by myself,
+          And all the bread and cheese I had
+            I laid upon a shelf;
+  The rats and the mice they made such a strife,
+  I was forc'd to go to London to buy me a wife;
+  The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,
+  I was forc'd to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow:
+  The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife got a fall,
+  Deuce take the wheel-barrow, wife, and all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Taffy was a Welchman,
+    Taffy was a thief;
+  Taffy came to my house,
+    And stole a piece of beef:
+
+  I went to Taffy's house,
+    Taffy wasn't at home,
+  Taffy came to my house,
+    And stole a marrow-bone.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  I had a little husband,
+  No bigger than my thumb,
+  I put him in a pint pot,
+  And there I bade him drum;
+  I bridled him and saddled him,
+  And sent him out of town;
+  I gave him a pair of garters
+  To garter up his hose,
+  And a little silk handkerchief,
+  To wipe his snotty nose.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Old father Greybeard,
+    Without tooth or tongue,
+  If you'll give me your finger,
+    I'll give you my thumb.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  I will tell my own daddy when he comes home,
+  What little good work my mammy has done.
+  She has earnt a penny, spent a groat,
+  And burnt a hole in the child's new coat.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    I had a little moppet,
+    I put it in my pocket,
+  And fed it with corn and hay;
+    There came a proud beggar,
+    And swore he would have her.
+  And stole my little moppet away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Up hill and down dale;
+  Butter is made in every vale;
+  And if that Nancy Cock
+  Is a good girl,
+  She shall have a spouse,
+  And make butter anon,
+  Before her old grandmother
+  Grows a young man.
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                               PART III.
+
+
+THE MERRY BELLS OF LONDON.
+
+  Gay go up and gay go down,
+  To ring the bells of London Town.
+
+  Bull's eyes and targets,
+  Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
+
+  Brick-bats and tiles,
+  Say the bells of St. Giles.
+
+  Halfpence and farthings,
+  Say the bells of St. Martin's.
+
+  Oranges and lemons,
+  Say the bells of St. Clement's.
+
+  Pancakes and fritters,
+  Say the bells at St. Peter's.
+
+  Two sticks and an apple,
+  Say the bells at Whitechapel.
+
+  Old Father Baldpate,
+  Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
+
+  You owe me ten shillings,
+  Say the bells at St. Helen's.
+
+  When will you pay me?
+  Say the bells at Old Bailey.
+
+  When I shall grow rich,
+  Say the bells at Shoreditch.
+
+  Pray, when will that be?
+  Say the bells at Stepney.
+
+  I am sure I don't know,
+  Says the great bell at Bow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE GAY LADY THAT WENT TO CHURCH.
+
+  There was a lady all skin and bone;
+  Sure such a lady was never known:
+  It happen'd upon a certain day,
+  This lady went to church to pray.
+
+  When she came to the church stile,
+  There she did rest a little while;
+  When she came to the churchyard,
+  There the bells so loud she heard.
+
+  When she came to the church door,
+  She stopt to rest a little more;
+  When she came the church within,
+  The parson pray'd 'gainst pride and sin.
+
+  On looking up, on looking down,
+  She saw a dead man on the ground;
+  And from his nose unto his chin,
+  The worms crawl'd out, the worms crawl'd in.[E]
+
+  Then she unto the parson said,
+  Shall I be so when I am dead:
+  O yes! O yes, the parson said,
+  You will be so when you are dead.
+          _Here the lady screams._
+
+    [E] This line has been adopted in the modern ballad of
+        _Alonzo and Fair Imogene_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ARITHMETICK.
+
+  One, two,
+  Buckle my shoe;
+  Three, four,
+  Lay down lower;
+  Five, six,
+  Pick up sticks;
+  Seven, eight,
+  Lay them straight;
+  Nine, ten,
+  A good fat hen;
+  Eleven, twelve,
+  Who will delve?
+  Thirteen, fourteen,
+  Maids a-courting;
+  Fifteen, sixteen,
+  Maids a-kissing;
+  Seventeen, eighteen,
+  Maids a-waiting;
+  Nineteen, twenty,
+  My belly's empty.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TELLING OUT.
+
+    One-ery, two-ery,
+      Ziccary zan;
+    Hollow bone, crack a bone,
+      Ninery ten:
+    Spittery spot,
+      It must be done;
+    Twiddleum twaddleum
+      Twenty-ONE.
+  Hink spink, the puddings stink,
+    The fat begins to fry,
+  Nobody at home, but jumping Joan,
+    Father, mother, and I.
+  Stick, stock, stone dead,
+    Blind man can't see,
+  Every knave will have a slave,
+    You or I must be HE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SEDATE PREACHER.
+
+    Old Dr. Forster,
+    Went to Glo'ster,
+  To preach the word of God:
+    When he came there,
+    He sate in his chair,
+  And gave all the people a nod.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE DEAF OLD WOMAN.
+
+  Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?
+  Speak a little louder, Sir, I'm very thick of hearing.
+  Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?
+  Thank you, kind Sir; I hear you very clearly.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+EVENING DITTY.
+
+  Girls and boys come out to play,
+  The moon doth shine as bright as day:
+  Come with a hoop, come with a call,
+  Come with a good will, or not at all:
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Leave your supper and leave your sleep,
+  Come to your playfellows in the street:
+  Up the ladder and down the wall,
+  A penny loaf will serve us all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Snail, snail, come out of your hole,
+  Or else I'll make you as black as a coal.[F]
+
+    [F] It was probably the custom, on repeating these lines, to
+        hold the snail to a candle, in order to make it quit the
+        shell. In Normandy it was the practice, at Christmas,
+        for boys to run round fruit-trees, with lighted torches,
+        singing these lines:
+
+                  Taupes et mulots,
+                  Sortez de vos clos,
+          Sinon vous brulerai et la barbe et les os.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Sing jig my jole, the pudding bowl,
+    The table and the frame,
+  My master he did cudgel me,
+    For kissing of my dame.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Bell horses, bell horses,
+    What time o' day?
+  One a clock, two a clock,
+    Time to away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller:
+  I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  The rose is red, the grass is green,
+  Serve King George our noble King:
+  Kitty the spinner will sit down to dinner,
+    And eat the leg of a frog;
+  All good people look over the steeple,
+    And see the cat play with the dog.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Doctor Foster was a good man,
+  He whipped his scholars, now and then,
+  And when he had done, he took a dance,
+  Out of England into France.
+  He had a brave beaver with a fine snout,
+      Stand you there out.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,
+    The mistress snored loud as a pig:
+  Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire,
+    And struck up a bit of a jig.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?
+  Down in the forest to milk my cow.
+  Shall I go with thee?--No, not now;
+  When I send for thee, then come thou.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  The cock's on the dunghill a-blowing his horn;
+  The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;
+  The maids in the meadows are making of hay;
+  The ducks in the rivers are swimming away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Up street and down street, each window's made of glass;
+  If you go to Tom Tickler's house, you'll find a pretty lass:
+  Hug her, and kiss her, and take her on your knee,
+  And whisper very close: Darling girl, do you love me?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  As I was going up Pippen hill,
+    Pippen hill was dirty,
+  There I met a pretty Miss,
+    And she dropt me a curtsey.
+
+  Little Miss, pretty Miss,
+    Blessings light upon you,
+  If I had half-a-crown a day,
+    I'd spend it all upon you.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Dickery, dickery, dock,
+  The mouse ran up the clock:
+  The clock struck one,
+  And down he run;
+  Dickery, dickery, dock.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur,
+  He always would bark if a mouse did but stir:
+  But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark,
+  He's condemn'd by the parson to be hang'd by the clerk.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  If all the world was apple-pie,
+  And all the sea was ink;
+  And all the trees were bread and cheese,
+  What could we do for drink?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag,
+    She would go to Stoken Church fair;
+  And then old Father Peter said he would meet her,
+    Before she got half-way there.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Little brown Betty lived at the Golden Can,
+  Where she brew'd good ale for gentlemen;
+  And gentlemen came every day,
+  Till little brown Betty she hopt away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Tom Thumb the piper's son,
+  Stole a pig, and away did run;
+  The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
+  Till he ran crying down the street.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Jack Sprat would eat no fat,
+    His wife would eat no lean;
+  Now was not this a pretty trick,
+    To make the platter clean.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  As I was going to sell my eggs,
+  I met a man with bandy legs;
+  Bandy legs and crooked toes,
+  I tript up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Yankey Doodle came to town,
+    How do you think they serv'd him?
+  One took his bag, another his scrip,
+    The quicker for to starve him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  There was an old woman had nothing,
+    And there came thieves to rob her;
+  When she cried out she made no noise,
+    But all the whole country heard her.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Pillycock, pillycock, sate on a hill:
+  If he's not gone--he sits there still.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Humpty-dumpty sate on a wall,
+  Humpti-dumpti had a great fall;
+  Threescore men and threescore more,
+  Cannot place Humpty-dumpty as he was before.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Little boy Bluet, come blow me your horn,
+  The cow's in the meadow, the sheep in the corn:
+  But where is the little boy tenting the sheep?
+  He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Pussy cat, pussy cat, wilt thou be mine,
+  Thou shalt neither wash dishes nor feed the swine:
+  But sit on a cushion and sew a silk seam,
+  And eat fine strawberries, sugar, and cream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+    Danty baby diddy,
+  What can mammy do wid'e,
+    But sit in a lap,
+    And give 'un a pap,
+  Sing danty baby diddy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Dingle, dingle, doosey,
+    The cat's in the well;
+  The dog's away to Bellingen,
+    To buy the bairn a bell.[G]
+
+    [G] This is a Scottish ditty, on whirling round a piece of
+        lighted paper to the child. The paper is called the
+        dingle doosey.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  I'll sing you a song,
+  Nine verses long,
+      For a pin;
+  Three and three are six,
+  And three are nine;
+  You are a fool,
+      And the pin is mine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, two, etc.
+          One ran away,
+          The other would not stay,
+  Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+  Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard,
+    To fetch her poor dog a bone:
+  When she came there, the cupboard was bare,
+    And so the poor dog had none.
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                               PART IV.
+
+
+GILES COLLINS AND PROUD LADY ANNA.
+
+  Giles Collins he said to his old mother,
+    Mother, come bind up my head;
+  And send to the parson of our parish,
+    For to-morrow I shall be dead, dead,
+      For to-morrow I shall be dead.
+
+  His mother she made him some water-gruel,
+    And stirr'd it round with a spoon;
+  Giles Collins he ate up his water-gruel,
+    And died before 'twas noon, noon,
+      And died before 'twas noon.
+
+  Lady Anna was sitting at her window,
+    Mending her night-robe and coif;
+  She saw the very prettiest corpse,
+    She'd seen in all her life, life,
+      She'd seen in all her life.
+
+  What bear ye there, ye six strong men,
+    Upon your shoulders so high?
+  We bear the body of Giles Collins,
+    Who for love of you did die, die,
+      Who for love of you did die.
+
+  Set him down! set him down! Lady Anna she cry'd,
+    On the grass that grows so green;
+  To-morrow before the clock strikes ten,
+    My body shall lye by his'n, his'n,
+      My body shall lye by his'n.
+
+  Lady Anna was buried in the East,
+    Giles Collins was buried in the West;
+  There grew a lily from Giles Collins,
+    That touch'd Lady Anna's breast, breast,
+      That touch'd Lady Anna's breast.
+
+  There blew a cold north-easterly wind,
+    And cut this lily in twain,
+  Which never there was seen before;
+    And it never will again, again,
+      And it never will again.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+LITTLE BO-PEEP.
+
+  Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
+    And can't tell where to find them:
+  Let them alone, and they'll come home,
+    And bring their tails behind them.
+
+  Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+    And dreamt she heard them bleating:
+  But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
+    For they still were all fleeting.
+
+  Then up she took her little crook,
+    Determin'd for to find them;
+  She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+    For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.
+
+  It happen'd one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
+    Unto a meadow hard by;
+  There she espy'd their tails side by side,
+    All hung on a tree to dry.
+
+  She heav'd a sigh, and wip'd her eye,
+    And over the hillocks went stump-o,
+  And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
+    To tack each again to its rump-o.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+WATER SKIMMING.
+
+      A duck and a drake,
+      A nice barley cake,
+  With a penny to pay the old baker,
+      A hop and a scotch,
+      Is another notch,
+  Slitherum, slatherum, take her.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE JOLLY TESTER.
+
+  I love sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,
+    I love sixpence as my life;
+  I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it,
+    I took a penny home to my wife.
+
+  I love fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence,
+    I love fourpence as my life;
+  I spent twopence of it, I spent twopence of it,
+    I took twopence home to my wife.
+
+  I love nothing, a jolly, jolly nothing,
+    I love nothing as my life,
+  I spent nothing of it, I spent nothing of it.
+    I took nothing home to my wife.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE GREY MARE.
+
+  John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum:
+  Her back stood up and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum.
+
+  John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum:
+  And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum.
+
+  John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum:
+  His mare fell down and she made her will; he, haw, hum.
+
+  The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum:
+  If you want any more, you may sing it yourself: he, haw, hum.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE SEARCH AFTER FORTUNE.
+
+  My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
+  He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
+      With my wing wang waddle oh,
+      Jack sing saddle oh,
+      Blowsey boys bubble oh,
+      Under the broom.
+
+  I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,
+  I'd fain have made a fortune, but did not know how:
+      With my wing wang, etc.
+
+  I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
+  I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:
+      With my wing wang, etc.
+
+  I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
+  A pretty thing she was, in my chimney-corner sat:
+      With my wing wang, etc.
+
+  I sold my cat, and I bought me a mouse;
+  He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:
+      With my wing wang, etc.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+DAME WIDDLE WADDLE.
+
+  Old Mother Widdle Waddle jumpt out of bed,
+  And out at the casement she popt out her head:
+  Crying the house is on fire, the grey goose is dead,
+  And the fox he is come to the town, oh!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE MAD FOLKS OF THE MAD TOWN.
+
+  There was a mad man and he had a mad wife,
+    And they lived in a mad town:
+  And they had children three at a birth,
+    And mad they were every one.
+
+  The father was mad, the mother was mad,
+    And the children mad beside;
+  And they all got on a mad horse,
+    And madly they did ride.
+
+  They rode by night and they rode by day,
+    Yet never a one of them fell;
+  They rode so madly all the way,
+    Till they came to the gates of hell.
+
+  Old Nick was glad to see them so mad,
+    And gladly let them in:
+  But he soon grew sorry to see them so merry,
+    And let them out again.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE TAYLOR'S COURTSHIP.
+
+  In love be I, fifth button high,
+    On velvet runs my courting,
+  Sheer buckram twist, best broadcloth list,
+    I leave for others sporting.
+  From needle, thread, my fingers fled,
+    My heart is set a-throbbing;
+  And no one by, I cross-legg'd sigh,
+    For charming Betsey Bobbin:
+      Betsey Bobbin, Betsey Bobbin,
+      For charming Betsey Bobbin.
+
+  Her lips so sweet, are velveret,
+    Her eyes do well their duty;
+  Her skin's to me like dimity,
+    The pattern gay of beauty.
+  Her hand squeez'd oft is satin soft,
+    And sets my heart a-throbbing,
+  Her cheeks, O dear, red cassimere,
+    Lord! what a Betsey Bobbin! etc.
+
+  Her roguish smile can well beguile,
+    Her every look bewitches;
+  Yet never stir, when tacked to her,
+    For Tim will wear the breeches;
+  I've face and mien, am spruce and keen,
+    And though my heart keeps throbbing,
+  There's not, in fine, one man in nine,
+    So fit for Betsey Bobbin, etc.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+OLD CHAIRS AND OLD CLOTHES.
+
+  If I'd as much money as I could spend,
+  I never would cry old chairs to mend:
+  Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend,
+  I never would cry old chairs to mend.
+
+  If I'd as much money as I could tell,
+  I never would cry old clothes to sell,
+  Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell,
+  I never would cry old clothes to sell.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE LITTLE LOVERS.
+
+  There was a little boy and a little girl
+      Liv'd in an alley;
+  Says the little boy to the little girl,
+      Shall I, oh, shall I?
+
+  Says the little girl to the little boy,
+      What shall we do?
+  Says the little boy to the little girl,
+      I will kiss you.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+NEW BROOMS, BROOMS, O!
+
+  There was an old man, and he lived in a wood;
+    And his lazy son Jack would snooze till noon:
+  Nor followed his trade although it was good,
+    With a bill and a stump for making of brooms, green brooms;
+    With a bill and a stump for making of brooms.
+
+  One morn in a passion, and sore with vexation,
+    He swore he would fire the room,
+  If he did not get up and go to his work,
+    And fall to the cutting of brooms, green brooms, etc.
+
+  Then Jack he arose and slipt on his clothes,
+    And away to the woods very soon,
+  Where he made up his pack, and put it on his back,
+    Crying, Maids, do you want any brooms? green brooms, etc.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE PARLIAMENT SOLDIERS.
+
+  High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,
+  The parliament soldiers are gone to the King;
+  Some with new beavers, some with new bands,
+  The parliament soldiers are all to be hanged.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+JACK DANDY-PRAT.
+
+  Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor;
+  He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter;
+  He'd linen and woollen, and woollen and linen,
+  A little pig in a string cost him five shilling.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TWO BLACKBIRDS.
+
+  There were two blackbirds set upon a hill,
+  The one named Jack, the other named Gill:
+      Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;
+      Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE DUCK AND THE DRAKE.
+
+          There was a little man
+          And he had a little gun,
+  And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead:
+          He went to the brook,
+          And he saw a little duck,
+  And he shot it through the head, head, head.
+
+          He carried it home,
+          To his old wife Joan,
+  And bid her a fire for to make, make, make,
+          To roast the little duck,
+          He'd shot in the brook,
+  And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE MILK PAILS.
+
+  Betty's gone a-milking, mother, mother;
+  Betty's gone a-milking, dainty fine mother of mine:
+  Then you may go after, daughter, daughter;
+  Then you may go after, dainty fine daughter of mine.
+
+  Buy me a pair of milk pails, mother, etc.
+  Where's the money to come from, daughter? etc.
+
+  Pawn my father's feather-bed, mother, etc.
+  Where's your father to lay, daughter? etc
+
+  Lay him in the maid's bed, mother, etc.
+  Where is the maid to lay, daughter? etc.
+
+  Lay her in the pig-stye, mother, etc.
+  Where are the pigs to lay, daughter? etc.
+
+  Lay them at the stair-foot, mother, etc.
+  There they will be trod to death, daughter, etc.
+
+  Lay them by the water-side, mother, etc.
+  There they will be drowned, daughter, etc.
+  Then take a rope and hang yourself, mother, etc.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE LADY'S SONG IN LEAP YEAR.
+
+  Roses are red, diddle, diddle,
+      Lavender's blue:
+  If you will have me, diddle, diddle,
+      I will have you.
+
+  Lilies are white, diddle, diddle,
+      Rosemary's green;
+  When you are king, diddle, diddle,
+      I will be queen.
+
+  Call up your men, diddle, diddle,
+      Set them to work;
+  Some to the plough, diddle, diddle,
+      Some to the cart.
+
+  Some to make hay, diddle, diddle,
+      Some to cut corn;
+  Whilst you and I, diddle, diddle,
+      Keep the bed warm.
+
+
+THE END.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+                         INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
+
+
+                                                                PAGE
+  A diller, a dollar,                                             30
+  A duck and a drake,                                             52
+  A little old man and I fell out,                                26
+  A man of words and not of deeds,                                19
+  As I was going to sell my eggs,                                 46
+  As I was going up Pippen hill,                                  44
+  Bah, bah, black sheep,                                          22
+  Barnaby Bright, he was a sharp cur,                             45
+  Bee baw babby lou, on a tree top,                               17
+  Bee baw bunting,                                                17
+  Bell horses, bell horses,                                       42
+  Betty's gone a-milking, mother, mother,                         60
+  Bye, O my baby,                                                 18
+  Can you make me a cambrick shirt?,                               4
+  Cock-a-doodle-doo,                                              29
+  Come, let's to bed,                                             32
+  Cross patch, draw the latch,                                    23
+  Danty baby deddy,                                               47
+  Did you hear of Betty Pringle's pig,                            16
+  Dickery, dickery dock,                                          44
+  Ding dong bell,                                                 11
+  Dingle, dingle doosey,                                          47
+  Doctor Foster was a good man,                                   43
+  Four-and-twenty tailors,                                        26
+  Gay go up and gay go down,                                      37
+  Giles Collins, he said to his old mother,                       49
+  Girls and boys come out to play,                                41
+  Goose-a goose-a gander,                                         31
+  Great A, little a,                                              25
+  Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,                                   34
+  Here comes a lusty wooer,                                        9
+  Here stands a fist,                                             25
+  High ding-a-ding, and ho ding-a-ding,                           58
+  Humpty dumpty sate on a wall,                                   47
+  I am a pretty wench,                                            30
+  I doubt, I doubt,                                               33
+  I had a little husband,                                         35
+  I had a little moppet,                                          35
+  If all the world was apple-pie,                                 45
+  If I'd as much money as I could spend,                          57
+  I'll sing you a song,                                           14
+  I'll sing you a song,                                           48
+  I'll tell you a story,                                          24
+  I love a sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,                     52
+  In love be I, fifth button high,                                55
+  I see the moon, and the moon sees me,                           29
+  Is John Smith within?,                                          28
+  I will tell my own daddy when he comes home,                    35
+  Jack and Gill,                                                  27
+  Jack Sprat would eat no fat,                                    46
+  John Cook had a little grey mare, he, haw, hum,                 53
+  John, come sell thy fiddle,                                     31
+  Lady bird, lady bird,                                           31
+  Little bo-peep has lost her sheep,                              51
+  Little boy-bluet come blow me your horn,                        47
+  Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?,                    26
+  Little brown Betty lived at the Golden Can,                     45
+  Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor,                     59
+  Little Jack Horner,                                             30
+  Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?,                  43
+  Little Tom Tucker,                                              30
+  London Bridge is broken down,                                    5
+  Mistress Mary,                                                  24
+  My father he died, but I can't tell you how,                    53
+  Old Dr. Forster,                                                41
+  Old Father Greybeard,                                           35
+  Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard,                    48
+  Old Mother Niddity-Nod swore by the pudding-bag,                45
+  Old Mother Widdle Waddle jumpt out of bed,                      54
+  Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?,                  41
+  One-ery, two-ery,                                               40
+  One, two,                                                       39
+  O rare Harry Parry,                                             27
+  O that I was where I would be,                                  29
+  O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller,                        42
+  Patty-cake, patty-cake,                                         22
+  Pillycock, pillycock sate on a hill,                            46
+  Pussy cat, pussy cat, wilt thou be mine,                        47
+  Ride a cock horse,                                              28
+  Ride a cock horse to Banbury cross,                             28
+  Robin and Richard,                                              21
+  Robin, the robin, the high-bellied hen,                         22
+  Roses are red, diddle, diddle,                                  61
+  Round about, round about,                                       29
+  Says t' auld man tit oak tree,                                  10
+  See-saw, Margery Daw,                                           27
+  See-saw sacaradown,                                             25
+  Shoe the colt,                                                  28
+  Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye,                     13
+  Sing hey diddle diddle,                                         13
+  Sing jig-my-jole, the pudding bowl,                             42
+  Snail, snail, come out of your hole,                            42
+  Taffy was a Welchman,                                           34
+  The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,                     43
+  The cock's on the dunghill a-blowing his horn,                  44
+  The man in the moon,                                            26
+  The rose is red, the grass is green,                            43
+  The rose is red, the violets blue,                              20
+  The rule of the road is a paradox quite,                        32
+  There was a frog liv'd in a well,                                1
+  There was a lady all skin and bone,                             38
+  There was a lady lov'd a swine,                                  3
+  There was a little boy and a little girl,                       57
+  There was a little guinea-pig,                                  15
+  There was a little man,                                         59
+  There was a mad man, and he had a mad wife,                     55
+  There was an old man,                                           24
+  There was an old man, and he liv'd in a wood,                   58
+  There was an old man in a velvet coat,                          29
+  There was an old woman,                                         33
+  There was an old woman,                                         33
+  There was an old woman, and what do you think?,                 15
+  There was an old woman had nothing,                             46
+  There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe,                    27
+  There was an old woman toss'd in a blanket,                     10
+  There were two birds sat on a stone,                            14
+  There were two blackbirds set upon a hill,                      59
+  Three children sliding on the ice,                               7
+  Three wise men of Gotham,                                       12
+  To make your candles last for aye,                              33
+  Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, two, etc.,                  48
+  Tom Thumb the piper's son,                                      45
+  Trip upon trenches, and dance upon dishes,                      11
+  Up hill and down dale,                                          36
+  Up hill ride me not,                                            32
+  Up street and down street, each window's made of glass,         44
+  Up the hill, take care of me,                                   32
+  We are three brethren out of Spain,                             20
+  We'll go a shooting, says Robin to Bobbin,                       7
+  We're all dry with drinking on't,                               16
+  What care I how black I be?,                                    31
+  When I was a batchelor,                                         34
+  Who's there,                                                    23
+  Won't be my father's Jack,                                      12
+  Yankey doodle came to town,                                     46
+  1, 2, 3, 4, 5,                                                  25
+
+                            [Illustration]
+
+
+
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