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diff --git a/34601.txt b/34601.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f943baf --- /dev/null +++ b/34601.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2600 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Gammer Gurton's Garland, by Joseph Ritson + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Gammer Gurton's Garland + The Nursery Parnassus + +Author: Joseph Ritson + +Release Date: December 8, 2010 [EBook #34601] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GAMMER GURTON'S GARLAND *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + _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] + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's 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