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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Only True Mother Goose Melodies, by Anonymous
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+Title: The Only True Mother Goose Melodies
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, THE ONLY TRUE MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES ***
+
+
+
+
+Typed by Brett Fishburne Proofed by Reina Hosier and Kestrell.
+
+
+
+The Only True Mother Goose Melodies
+
+An exact reproduction of the text and illustrations of the original
+edition.
+
+
+With introduction by Rev. Edward Everett Hale, D.D.
+
+
+
+
+
+Introduction.
+
+
+
+
+The editor of the new edition of Mother Goose's Melodies knows much
+more about the curious history of the Boston edition than I do.  And
+the reader will not need, even in these lines of mine, any light
+on the curious question about Madam Vergoose, or her son-in-law
+Mr. Fleet, or the Contes de Ma Mere l'Oye, which are so carefully
+discussed in the preface.  All this is admirably discussed
+also in Mr. William Whitmore's paper published in Albany in 1889,
+and reprinted in Boston in 1892.  In that paper he reproduced in
+facsimile Isaiah Thomas's edition of Mother Goose published first
+in 1785.
+
+What I want to tell, is of Mother Goose in the nineteenth Century--the
+Mother Goose on which the old Boston line was brought up--a line
+now nearly forgotten.  But there were days, Gentle Reader, when an
+excellent body of people in this little Town of Boston grew up all
+together loving and loved, brought up their children here, loving
+and loved, and amused those children from babyhood in their own
+way.  The centre of the baby life of this race was Mother Goose's
+Melodies in the dear little quarto edition, of which a precise copy
+is in the reader's hands.
+
+It is this Mother Goose of which the New Englander, if his age be
+more than three score years and ten, speaks when he speaks of Mother
+Goose at all.  The historical ear marks in it are rather curious.
+Perhaps the printing of this very edition may raise up some antiquary
+who can tell us how it came into existence.  I wish I knew.  I hope
+some reader of these lines may know.  What I know is this, that
+when the nineteenth century began, in the years from 1800 to 1820,
+the impression of what we still called the "Mother Country" upon
+Boston was very strong.  The old nurse who took care of me in my
+babyhood spoke of "weal" and "winegar," where my father and mother
+spoke of veal and vinegar, just as if she had been a London Cockney.
+Children played the games of English origin,
+
+
+"Lady Queen Anne, she sits on her throne,"
+
+
+though it were fifty years after the Declaration of Independence.
+I may say in passing, that within the last dozen years I stopped
+to hear some North End children sing the song Queen Anne, without
+the slightest idea, I suppose, of who Queen Anne was, or what was
+their business with her.  Alas, and alas, I did not write down the
+words of that song on the moment!
+
+The truth is that Boston was still a place of foreign commerce.
+Our ties with London, such as John Adams and other Revolutionaries
+spoke of so freely, still existed, and a Baby's Song Book like
+Mother Goose, might still recall, and I suppose repeat, the song
+of Cockney homes.
+
+So in the nursery, whether one of the North End sailors' home, or
+of Beacon Street, or Park Street, or Pearl Street, the baby was
+sung to sleep with London ditties.
+
+
+London Bridge is broken down,
+   Dance over, my Lady Lee,
+London Bridge is broken down,
+   With a fair Ladye.
+Will not some of the active literary clubs of St. Ethelburger's
+Church in Bishopsgate, in East London, tell us what this means:
+
+
+You owe me five shillings,
+Say the bells of St. Helen's.
+When will you pay me?
+Say the bells of Old Bailey.
+When I grow rich,
+Say the bells of Shoreditch.
+Pokers and tongs,
+Say the bells of St. John's.
+Kettles and pans,
+Say the bells of St. Ann's.
+Half-pence and farthings,
+Say the bells of St. Martin's.
+
+
+All this was sung to New England children, thank God without note
+or comment, and with no other explanation.  But the American traveler
+who goes into Baring Brothers', Bishopsgate, with his credit, feels
+a thrill which the clerk who attends to him does not understand,
+if one speaks to him of St. Helen's or St. Ann's.
+
+All this accounts for Mother Goose as Fleet reprinted her baby songs
+as early as the year 1700.  But as the reader will see, somebody
+had the editing of the baby's text book who was not afraid of his
+own time.  I think that the very latest verses which will be found
+here are those of Scott's Donald Dhu.  Walter Scott wrote this
+for Campbell's Anthology in 1816.  The presence of these verses
+fixes the latest date of any lines in the collection, except, as
+Mr. Whitmore has observed, the line "Boston Town" is changed into
+"Boston City," so that must have been written after 1822.
+
+But it is interesting to see that no American line of comment seems
+to have slipped in.  There was no lack of nationalism in the air,
+but I cannot find any reference to a cent[*], a dime, a governor,
+or a President.  Now in the printed handkerchiefs, such as children
+used to buy on Election Day in the street, I remember the Ballad
+of John Gilpin ended,
+
+
+Now, let us sing, "Long live the President
+         And Gilpin, Long live he."
+But the wise editor of our Boston Mother Goose had no such fears
+for the republicanism of his baby hearers.  Those were happy years
+in which the imagination of babies and their older brothers and
+sisters were permitted to run free.
+
+[*][Note from Brett:  See the rhyme which starts "Little Jack
+Nory..." for such a reference.]
+
+I have asked and asked and have received no answer, as to the artist
+who made many of the admirable designs which are distinctive in
+this book.  Abel Bowen's[*] name is signed to one, and his initials
+appear on several.  N.D. means Nathaniel Dearborn[+].  One is signed
+"Chicket,"[&] but this does not account for the greater number
+of them.  I was the son of a printer and type-founder, so we had
+a "type book" as a classic in our nursery.  So I knew even as a
+little child, that there were pictures in Mother Goose which were
+put there merely because the block from which they were printed
+existed in the printer's office.  But there were other designs made
+by some artist of genius; and who was he?  He represented the man
+in the moon, hanging with one arm to the crescent of the moon.  That
+man, whoever he was, is to be ranked among the original artists of
+the world.  He gave to childhood his first and best images of the
+blackbirds who were baked in the pie.
+
+[*][Note from Brett:  Abel Bowen (1790-1850) was Boston's first
+wood engraver and is perhaps most well known for his work on the
+"Farmer's Almanac."]
+
+[+][Note from Brett:  Nathanial Dearborn (1786-1852) was with the
+Holland Printing Company and is perhaps most well known (in 2002)
+for the difficulty he had in setting plates for a 13 cent stamp
+used in Hawaii (second issue).  He also was a printer and author
+of "The American Textbook for Making Letters."  He would have been
+well remembered in Boston at the time of this book.]
+
+[&][Note from Brett:  "Chicket" is terribly obscure and the
+only reference I could possibly find was to a Mr. Chicket who was
+apparently murdered in a bar (the Brushmakers Arms) in Upham, New
+Hampshire and supposedly haunts the bar.  Whether this has anything
+to do with the Chicket in the text is highly questionable, but
+would make for a great story.]
+
+This question I have asked again and again, and no man and no woman
+has answered it.  But the chances seem to be that we owe them also
+to Abel Bowen, the first wood engraver recorded among the engravers
+in the period after the Revolution.  We have specimens of his work
+more in pictures of landscape or of buildings than in drawings of
+men and women.  But there can be but little doubt that most of the
+blocks from which the Mother Goose of our childhood were printed
+were engraved by him, and there seems to be good reason to believe
+that the designs were by him as well.  The pity is that no old
+portfolio can be found with other designs from his pencil.  But,
+alas, the chances are that they have gone where so many other
+manuscripts have gone, which would delight the antiquaries.
+
+Thanks to the publisher and editor of this book, the designs, of
+whatever hand, are now preserved for another generation.
+
+I have said that I am not learned in the interesting genealogical
+discussion of the subject, but I like to call attention to the fact
+that the English Norwich was the birthplace and home of Fleet, and
+that it is possible that in the annals of that city light may be
+gained as to the history of the man in the Moon.
+
+I have always thoughtt that the close connection of our maritime
+people with London had something to do with the names of our streets.
+The most striking instance is in the name of Cornhill, where this
+very Thomas Fleet had his book store, and where book stores have
+been an institution from that day to this.  Our Cornhill in its
+relations to our water front occupies the same conditions which
+the London Cornhill had and has to the river front in London.  The
+young reader should remember that Washington Street so far as it had
+one name was called the Main Street.  Coming North from our Dover
+Street, the traveler passed through Orange Street, then through
+Newbury Street, next through Marlborough Street, which extended
+from Winter Street to School Street, and then through Cornhill
+northward to Dock Square.  This is precisely as in passing east
+through what was the Main Street of London of those days, the traveler
+would have passed through the Cornhill of that thoroughfare.  The
+London Cornhill retains its name.  Ours was changed in 1824 to the
+all-conquering name of Washington, which is now applied to the whole
+of the "Main Street" and "the Neck" of the Fathers, as indeed, it
+is applied by local authorities many miles further.
+
+But in familiar conversation, the old name Cornhill was retained
+for a generation, and indeed, would be understood to-day, if you
+were speaking to Boston people more than fifty years old.  The name
+Cornhill is now applied to the Market Street of an earlier period.
+
+Young readers should remember that Orange Street, Newbury street,
+and Marlborough Street were names given in honour of the Prince
+of Orange of the Puritan victory at Newbury, and of the Duke
+of Marlborough.  All of them show what were the Whig and Puritan
+feelings of the people who gave them.  All three of the names in
+our time have been transferred from the old localities.
+
+We are all greatly obliged to Mrs. Harriet Blackstone C. Butler for
+the pains she has taken to rescue for popular use this interesting
+memorial of the education of the fathers and mothers of New England.
+
+[signed]Edward E. Hale
+
+
+
+
+
+The Only True
+
+Mother Goose
+
+MELODIES,
+
+Without addition or abridgement.
+
+Embracing, also, a reliable
+
+LIFE OF THE GOOSE FAMILY,
+
+Never before published.
+
+Numerous illustrations.
+
+
+
+
+
+HEAR WHAT MA'AM GOOSE SAYS!
+
+
+
+
+My dear little Blossoms, there are now in this world, and always
+will be, a great many grannies besides myself, both in petticoats
+and pantaloons, some a deal younger to be sure; but all monstrous
+wise, and of my own family name.  These old women, who never had
+chick nor child of their own, but who always know how to bring up
+other people's children, will tell you with very long faces, that
+my enchanting, quieting, soothing volume, my all-sufficient anodyne
+for cross, peevish, won't-be-comforted little bairns, ought to be
+laid aside for more learned books, such as THEY could select and
+publish.  Fudge!  I tell you that all their batterings can't deface
+my beauties, nor their wise pratings equal my wiser prattlings;
+and all imitators of my refreshing songs might as well write a new
+Billy Shakespeare as another Mother Goose--we two great poets were
+born together, and we shall go out of the world together.
+
+
+No, no my Melodies will never die,
+While nurses sing, or babies cry.
+
+
+
+
+
+History of the Goose Family.
+
+
+
+
+[FROM THE BOSTON TRANSCRIPT.]
+
+
+Cotton Mather And Mother Goose.
+
+
+MR. EDITOR:--Your correspondent, N.B.S., has so decisively given
+a QUIETUS to the question as to the birthplace of Cotton Mather,
+that there is no danger of its ever being revived again.  But there
+is another question of equal importance to many, to the literary
+world in particular, which should in like manner be put to rest.
+WHO WAS MOTHER GOOSE? and WHEN were her melodies first given to the
+world?  These are questions which have been often asked, but have
+never been satisfactorily answered.  The recent publication of a
+book called "Mother Goose for Old Folks" has again revived these
+questions, which serves to show that the subject has not yet lost
+its interest.
+
+Many persons imagine that Mother Goose is a myth,--that no such
+person ever existed.  This is a mistake.  MOTHER GOOSE was not
+only a veritable personage, but was born and resided many years in
+Boston, where many of her descendants may now be found.  The last
+that bore this ancient paternal cognomen died about the year 1807,
+and was buried in the Old Granary Burying Ground, where probably lie
+the remains of the whole blood, if we may judge from the numerous
+grave-stones which mark their resting place.  The family originated in
+England, but at what time they came to this country is unknown,--but
+probably about the year 1656.  This was the "Wealthy family of
+Goose" which is immortalized by Mr. Bowditch in his book of Suffolk
+Names, who at the same time has immortalized himself.  They were
+landholders in Boston, so early as 1660.  Nearly half the space
+between West and Winter streets, on Washington street, and extending
+westerly towards Tremont street, 275 feet belonged to this family,
+as did also a large tract of land on Essex, Rowe, and Bedford
+streets, upon which now stand two churches and a large number of
+dwelling houses.  SO MUCH FOR MOTHER GOOSE.  Now for her melodies.
+
+It is well known to antiquarians that more than TWO hundred years
+ago there was a small book in circulation in London bearing the
+name of "Rhymes for the nursery; or Lulla-Byes for Children," which
+contained MANY OF THE IDENTICAL PIECES which have been handed down
+to us and now from part of the "Mother Goose's Melodies" of the
+present day.  It contained also other pieces much more silly, if
+possible, and some that the AMERICAN types of the present day would
+refuse to give off an impression.  The "cuts" or illustrations
+thereof were of the coarsest description.
+
+The first book of the kind known to be printed in this country bears
+the title of "Songs for the Nursery; or, Mother Goose's Melodies
+for Children."  Something probably intended to represent a goose
+with a very long neck and mouth wide open, covered a large part
+of the title page, at the bottom of which, Printed by T. Fleet[*],
+at his printing house, Pudding Lane, 1719.  Price, two coppers.
+Several pages were missing, so that the whole number could not be
+ascertained.
+
+[*][Note from Brett:  T. Fleet is probably Thomas Fleet (1685-1758)
+and is referenced by John Fleet Elliot (a descendent).  Thomas
+Fleet was married to Elizabeth Goose (AKA Vertigoose), and is the
+presumed author.  Unfortunately, modern research and research at
+the time failed to substantiate the existence of this book.  This
+information is culled in part from the introduction to L. Frank
+Baum's edition of "Mother Goose" in 1897.  The introduction written
+by Mr. Baum considered this line of reasoning and this article is
+referenced by him.]
+
+This T. Fleet, according to Isaiah Thomas[*], was a man of considerable
+talent and of great wit and humor.  He was born in England, and
+was brought up in a printing office in the city of Bristol, where
+he afterwards worked as a journeyman.  Although he was considered
+a man of sense, he was never thought to be overburdened with
+religious sentiments; he certainly was not in his latter days.  Yet
+he was MORE than suspected of being actively engaged in the riotous
+proceedings connected with the trial of Dr. Sacheverell, in Queen
+Ann's time.  In London, Bristol, and many other places, the mobs
+and riots were of a very serious nature.  In London several meeting
+houses were sacked and pulled down, and the materials and contents
+made into bonfires, and much valuable property destroyed.  Several
+of the rioters were arrested, tried and convicted.  The trials of
+some of them are now before me.  How deeply Fleet was implicated
+in these disturbances was never known, but being of the same mind
+with Jack Falstaff, that "the better part of valor is discretion,"
+thought it prudent to put the Ocean between himself and danger.  He
+made his way to this country and arrived in Boston, 1712.  Being
+a man of some enterprise he soon established a printing office in
+Pudding Lane (now Devonshire Street), where he printed small books,
+pamphlets, ballads, and such matter as offered.  Being industrious
+and prudent, he gradually accumulated property.  It was not long
+before he became acquainted with the "wealthy family of Goose,"
+a branch of which he had before known in Bristol, and was shortly
+married to the eldest daughter.
+
+[*][Note from Brett:  Publisher of an American volume of Mother
+Goose in 1787, "Mother Goose's Melody:  or Sonnets for the cradle."
+This is a reprint of the collection put together by John Newbury
+(known for the Newbury medal).]
+
+By the record of marriages in the City Registrar's office, it
+appears that in "1715, June 8, was married by Rev. COTTON MATHER,
+THOMAS FLEET TO ELIZABETH GOOSE."  The happy couple took up their
+residence in the same house with the printing office in Pudding lane.
+In due time their family was increased by the birth of a son and
+heir.  Mother Goose, like all good grandmothers, was in ecstasies
+at the event; her joy was unbounded; she spent her whole time in
+the nursery, and in wandering about the house, pouring forth, in
+not the most melodious strains, the songs and ditties which she
+had learned in her younger days, greatly to the annoyance of the
+whole neighborhood--to Fleet in particular, who was a man fond of
+quiet.  It was in vain he exhausted his shafts of wit and ridicule,
+and every expedient he could devise:  it was of no use--the old lady
+was not thus to be put down; so, like others similarly situated,
+he was obliged to submit.  His shrewdness, however, did not forsake
+him; from this seeming evil he contrived to educe some good; he
+conceived the idea of collecting the songs and ditties as they came
+from his mother, and such as he could gather from other sources,
+and publishing them for the benefit of the world--not forgetting
+himself.  This he did--and thus "Mother Goose's Melodies" were
+brought forth.  The adoption of this title was in derision of his
+good mother-in-law, and was perfectly characteristic of the man,
+as he was never known to spare his nearest friends in his raillery,
+or when he could excite laughter at their expense.
+
+COTTON MATHER AND MOTHER GOOSE thus stand in juxtaposition; and as
+the former was instrumental in cementing the union, which resulted
+in placing the latter so conspicuously before the world, it is but
+just that it should be so,--although the one was a learned man,
+a most voluminous writer, and published a great many books, some
+wise and some foolish, it may well be doubted whether any one, or
+all of them, together, have passed through so many editions,--been
+read by so many hundreds of thousands, not to say millions,--put
+so many persons to sleep, or in general done so much good to the
+world as the simple melodies of the other.
+
+Requiescat.
+
+
+
+
+
+Goose's Melodies.
+
+
+
+
+Little boy blue, come blow your horn,
+The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn,
+What! is this the way you mind your sheep,
+Under the haycock fast asleep?
+
+
+  There was a mad man,
+  And he had a mad wife,
+And they lived all in a mad lane!
+They had three children all at a birth,
+And they too were mad every one.
+  The father was mad,
+  The mother was mad,
+The children all mad beside;
+And upon a mad horse they all of them got,
+And madly away did ride.
+
+
+Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
+Yes, marry have I, three bags full,
+One for my master, and one for my dame,
+And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.
+
+
+To market, to market, to buy a penny bun,
+Home again, home again, market is done.
+
+
+  The man in the wilderness,
+      Asked me,
+  How many strawberries
+      Grew in the sea?
+I answered him as I thought good,
+  As many red herrings
+      As grew in the wood.
+
+
+  Little Robin Redbreast
+     Sat upon a tree,
+  Up went the Pussy-Cat,
+     And down went he;
+Down came Pussy-Cat,
+  Away Robin ran,
+Says little Robin Redbreast--
+  Catch me if you can.
+  Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade,
+  Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid.
+Little Robin chirped and sung, and what did pussy say?
+Pussy-Cat said Mew, mew mew,--and Robin flew away.
+
+
+  Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye,
+  Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie:
+  When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing;
+  And wasn't this a dainty dish to set before the king?
+The king was in the parlour, counting out his money;
+The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;
+The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,
+There came a little blackbird and nipt off her nose.
+
+
+Lady-bird, Lady-bird
+Fly away home,
+Your house is on fire,
+Your children will burn.
+
+
+One, Two--buckle my shoe;
+Three, Four--open the door;
+Five, Six--pick up sticks;
+Seven, Eight--lay them straight;
+Nine, Ten--a good fat hen.
+Eleven, Twelve--I hope you're well;
+Thirteen, Fourteen--draw the curtain;
+Fifteen, Sixteen--the maid's in the kitchen;
+Seventeen, Eighteen--she's in waiting.
+Nineteen, Twenty--my stomach's empty.
+
+
+       Snail, Snail,
+       Come out of your hole,
+Or else I'll beat you black as a coal.
+       Snail, Snail,
+       Put out your head,
+Or else I'll beat you till you're dead.
+
+
+The man in the moon came down too soon
+    To inquire the way to Norridge;
+The man in the South, he burnt his mouth
+    With eating cold plum porridge.
+
+
+When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
+And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf;
+The rats and the mice, they made such a strife,
+I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
+The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
+I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow;
+The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
+And down came the wheelbarrow, wife and all.
+
+
+Charley Wag,
+Ate the pudding and left the bag.
+
+
+  Sing, Sing!--What shall I sing?
+The Cat's run away with the Pudding-Bag String.
+
+
+When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes,
+Now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches.
+
+
+Bye, Baby bunting,
+Father's gone a hunting,
+  Mother's gone a milking,
+  Sister's gone a silking,
+And Brother's gone to buy a skin
+To wrap the Baby bunting in.
+
+
+'Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young,
+So daintily she danced and so prettily she sung,
+Robin Redbreast lost his heart, for he was a gallant bird;
+So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren, requesting to be heard.
+
+O, dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,
+You shall feed on cherry-pie and drink new currant wine,
+I'll dress you like a goldfinch or any peacock gay;
+So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine, let us appoint the day.
+
+Jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind:
+Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I take your offer kind;
+Cherry-pie is very nice and so is currant wine,
+But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine.
+
+
+Cushy Cow bonny, let down your milk,
+And I will give you a gown of silk,
+  A gown of silk and a silver tee,
+  If you'll let down your milk to me.
+
+
+There were two blind men went to see
+  Two cripples run a race,
+The bull did fight the humblebee
+  And scratched him in the face.
+
+
+Fa, Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum!
+I smell the blood of an Englishman.
+Be he live or be he dead,
+I'll grind his bones to make me bread.
+
+
+Richard and Robin were two pretty men;
+They laid abed till the clock struck ten;
+Robin starts up and looks at the sky,
+Oh ho! brother Richard, the sun's very high,
+Do you go before with the bottle and bag,
+And I'll follow after on little Jack Nag.
+
+
+Round about, round about,
+   Gooseberry Pie,
+My father loves good ale,
+   And so do I.
+
+
+We'll go to the wood, says Richard to Robin,
+We'll go to the wood, says Robin to Bobin,
+We'll go to the wood, says John all alone,
+We'll go to the wood, says every one.
+
+What to do there? says Richard to Robin,
+What to do there? says Robin to Bobin,
+What to do there? says John all alone,
+What to do there? says every one.
+
+We'll shoot at a wren, says Richard to Robin,
+We'll shoot at a wren, says Robin to Bobin,
+We'll shoot at a wren, says John all alone,
+We'll shoot at a wren, says every one.
+
+Then pounce, then pounce, says Richard to Robin,
+Then pounce, then pounce, says Robin to Bobin,
+Then pounce, then pounce, says John all alone,
+Then pounce, then pounce, says every one.
+
+She's dead, she's dead, says Richard to Robin,
+She's dead, she's dead, says Robin to Bobin,
+She's dead, she's dead, says John all alone,
+She's dead, she's dead, says every one.
+
+How get her home? says Richard to Robin,
+How get her home? says Robin to Bobin,
+How get her home? says John all alone,
+How get her home? says every one.
+
+In a cart and six horses, says Richard to Robin,
+In a cart and six horses, says Robin to Bobin,
+In a cart and six horses, says John all alone,
+In a cart and six horses, says every one.
+
+How shall we dress her? says Richard to Robin,
+How shall we dress her? says Robin to Bobin,
+How shall we dress her? says John all alone,
+How shall we dress her? says every one.
+
+We'll hire seven cooks, says Richard to Robin,
+We'll hire seven cooks, says Robin to Bobin,
+We'll hire seven cooks, says John all alone,
+We'll hire seven cooks, says every one.
+
+
+There was an old woman lived under the hill,
+And if she's not gone she lives there still.
+Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies,
+And she's the old woman that never told lies.
+
+
+    Shoe the colt,
+    Shoe the colt,
+Shoe the wild mare;
+    Here a nail,
+    There a nail,
+Colt must go bare.
+
+
+There were two birds upon a stone,
+               Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.
+One flew away, and then there was one,
+               Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.
+The other flew after, and then there was none,
+               Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.
+So the poor stone was left all alone,
+               Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.
+One of these little birds back again flew,
+               Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.
+The other came after, and then there were two,
+               Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.
+Says one to the other, Pray how do you do,
+               Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.
+Very well, thank you, and pray how are you,
+               Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.
+
+
+  I'll tell you a story
+  About Mary Morey,
+And now my story's begun.
+  I'll tell you another
+  About her brother,
+And now my story's done.
+
+
+   Nose, Nose, jolly red Nose,
+  And what gave you that jolly red Nose?
+Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves,
+  And they gave me this jolly red Nose.
+
+
+  Sweep, sweep,
+  Chimney sweep,
+From the bottom to the top,
+  Sweep all up,
+  Chimney sweep,
+From the bottom to the top.
+
+Climb by rope,
+  Or climb by ladder,
+Without either,
+  I'll climb farther.
+
+    One misty, moisty morning,
+    When cloudy was the weather,
+I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
+He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
+    How do you do, and how do you do?
+    And how do you do again?
+
+
+  In April's sweet month,
+When the leaves 'gin to spring,
+  Little lambs skip like fairies
+And birds build and sing.
+
+
+There was an old woman tost up in a blanket,
+Seventy times as high as the moon,
+What she did there, I cannot tell you,
+but in her hand she carried a broom.
+Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I,
+O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
+To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
+And I shall be back again by and by.
+
+
+Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare,
+But let the little colt go bare.
+
+
+  The North wind doth blow,
+  And we shall have snow,
+And what will poor robin do then?
+                          Poor thing!
+  He'll sit in the barn
+  And keep himself warm,
+And hide his head under his wing,
+                          Poor thing!
+
+
+Cold and raw the North winds blow
+  Bleak in the morning early,
+All the hills are covered with snow,
+  And winter's now come fairly.
+
+
+Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
+  And hey my kitten my deary,
+Such a sweet pet as this
+  Was neither far nor neary.
+
+Here we go up, up, up,
+  And here we go down, down, downy,
+Here we go backward and forward,
+  And here we go round, round, roundy.
+
+Where was a jewel and pretty,
+  Where was a sugar and spicey?
+Hush a bye babe in the cradle,
+  And we'll go abroad in a tricey.
+
+Did his papa torment it?
+  And vex his own baby will he?
+Give me a hand and I'll beat him,
+  With your red coral and whistle.
+
+Here we go up, up, up,
+  And here we go down, down, downy,
+And here we go backward and forward,
+  And here we go round, round, roundy.
+
+
+  The two grey Kits,
+And the grey Kits' mother,
+  All went over
+The bridge together.
+  The bridge broke down,
+    They all fell in,
+  May the rats go with you,
+    Says Tom Bolin.
+
+
+Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
+  The beggars have come to town;
+Some in rags, and some in tags,
+  And some in velvet gowns.
+
+
+Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
+Went to bed with his breeches on,
+One stocking off, and one stocking on,
+Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
+
+
+As I was going to Derby upon a market day,
+I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay,
+         On hay, on hay, on hay,
+I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay.
+
+This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before;
+This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was not more.
+         No more, no more, no more;
+This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more.
+
+The horns grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high,
+As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.
+         The sky, the sky, the sky,
+As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.
+
+The tail grew on his back, sir, was six yards and an ell,
+And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell,
+         The bell, the bell, the bell,
+And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.
+
+
+Hogs in the garden, catch 'em, Towser;
+Cows in the corn-field, run boys, run,
+Cats in the cream-pot, run girls, run girls;
+Fire on the mountains, run boys, run.
+
+
+The Cuckoo is a bonny bird,
+  She sings as she flies,
+She brings us good tidings,
+  And tells us no lies.
+
+She sucks little bird's eggs
+  To make her voice clear,
+And never cries Cuckoo!
+  Till Spring of the year.
+
+
+Lavender blue, and Rosemary green,
+When I am king, you shall be queen,
+Call up my maids at four of the clock,
+Some to the wheel, and some to the rock,
+Some to make hay, and some to shell corn,
+And you and I shall keep the bed warm.
+
+
+The lion and the Unicorn
+  Were fighting for the crown--
+The lion beat the unicorn
+  All about the town.
+Some gave them white bread,
+  And some gave them brown,
+Some gave them plum-cake,
+  And sent them out of town.
+
+
+Little Johnny Pringle had a little Pig.
+It was very little, so was not very big.
+As it was playing beneath the shed,
+In half a minute poor Piggy was dead.
+  So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried,
+  And Betty Pringle she laid down and died.
+There is the history of one, two and three,
+Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggy Wiggie.
+
+
+You owe me five shillings,
+Say the bells of St. Helen's.
+
+When will you pay me?
+Say the bells of Old Bailey.
+
+When I grow rich,
+Say the bells of Shoreditch.
+
+When will that be?
+Say the bells of Stepney.
+
+I do not know,
+Says the great Bell of Bow.
+
+Two sticks in an apple,
+Ring the bells of Whitechapel.
+
+Halfpence and farthings,
+Say the bells of St. Martin's.
+
+Kettles and pans,
+Say the bells of St. Giles.
+
+Old shoes and slippers,
+Say the bells of St. Peter's.
+
+Pokers and tongs,
+Say the bells of St. John's.
+
+
+Once in my life I married a wife,
+  And where do you think I found her?
+
+On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen,
+  And I took up a stick to pound her.
+
+She jumped over a barberry-bush,
+  And I jumped over a timber,
+
+I showed her a gay gold ring,
+  And she showed me her finger.
+
+
+Ride a cock horse to Charing-Cross,
+  To see a young woman
+  Jump on a white horse,
+With rings on her fingers
+  And bells on her toes,
+And she shall have music
+  Wherever she goes.
+
+
+Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
+  And Johnny shall go to the fair,
+And Johnny shall have a new ribbon
+  To tie up his bonny brown hair.
+
+And why may not I love Johnny,
+  And why may not Johnny love me?
+And why may not I love Johnny,
+  As well as another body?
+
+And here's a leg for a stocking,
+  And here's a foot for a shoe,
+And he has a kiss for daddy,
+  And two for his mammy also.
+
+And why may not I love Johnny?
+    And why, &c. &c.
+
+
+Who comes here?  A Grenadier.
+What do you want?  A pot of beer.
+Where's your money?  I forgot.
+Get you gone, you drunken sot.
+
+
+Smiling girls, rosy boys,
+Come and buy my little toys,
+Monkeys made of gingerbread
+And sugar horses tinted red.
+
+
+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 whipt them all soundly and put them to bed.
+
+
+Heigh ding a ding, what shall I sing?
+How many holes in a skimmer?
+Four and twenty.  I'm half starving!
+Mother, pray give me some dinner.
+
+
+Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub,
+  And who do you think was there?
+The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker,
+  And all of them gone to the fair.
+
+
+TO BE SUNG IN A HIGH WIND.
+
+Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
+And he comes roaring up the land,
+King of Scots with all his power
+Never can turn Sir Arthur O'Bower.
+
+
+Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top,
+When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
+When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
+Down tumble cradle and baby and all.
+
+
+  Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town,
+With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown,
+And her white blossoms are peeping around.
+
+
+There was an old woman, and what do you think?
+She liv'd upon nothing--but victuals and drink:
+Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
+And yet this old lady scarce ever was quiet.
+
+
+The rose is red, the violet is blue,
+The gillyflower sweet--and so are you.
+These are the words you have me say
+For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.
+
+
+    Great A, little a, bouncing B,
+The Cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.
+
+
+The little black dog ran round the house,
+  And set the bull a roaring,
+And drove the monkey in the boat,
+  Who set the oar a rowing,
+And scared the cock upon the rock,
+  Who cracked his throat with crowing.
+
+
+Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse!
+Oh, what a dear little bright Mouse!
+   With his eyes of pink,
+   Going winky-wink,
+Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse.
+
+
+  My little Pink,
+  I suppose you think,
+I cannot do without you,
+  I'll let you know
+  Before I go,
+How little I care about you.
+
+
+Tell tale tit, your tongue shall be slit,
+And all the dogs in our town shall have a bit.
+
+
+Saturday night shall be my whole care
+To powder my locks and curl my hair;
+On Sunday morning my love will come in
+And marry me then with a pretty gold ring.
+
+
+        Dear Sensibility, O la!
+    I heard a little lamb cry, baa!
+Says I, "So you have lost mamma?"
+                               "Ah!"
+
+        The little lamb, as I said so,
+    Frisking about the fields did go,
+And, frisking, trod upon my toe.
+                               "Oh!"
+
+
+Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,
+Pease porridge in the pot nine days old.
+  Can you spell that with four letters?
+  Yes, I can--T H A T.
+
+
+There was a man in our town
+  And he was wond'rous wise,
+He jump'd into a bramble-bush,
+  And scratch'd out both his eyes;
+And when he saw his eyes were out,
+  With all his might and main
+He jump'd into another bush,
+  And scratch'd them in again.
+
+
+As I was going to sell my eggs,
+I met a thief with bandy legs,
+Bandy legs and crooked toes,
+I tript up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
+
+
+  Old mistress McShuttle
+  Lived in a coal-scuttle,
+Along with her dog and her cat;
+  What they ate I can't tell,
+  But 'tis known very well,
+That none of the party were fat.
+
+
+Hen.  Cock, cock, cock, cock,
+      I've laid an egg,
+      Am I to gang ba-are-foot?
+Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen,
+      I've been up and down,
+      To every shop in town,
+      And cannot find a shoe
+      To fit your foot,
+      If I'd crow my heart out.
+
+[To be said very quickly, except the last two words in each verse,
+which are to be "screamed" out.]
+
+
+  Pussy sits behind the log,
+  How can she be fair?
+Then comes in the little dog,
+  Pussy, are you there?
+So, so, dear mistress Pussy,
+  Pray tell me how you do?
+  I thank you, little dog,
+  I'm very well just now.
+
+
+How many days has my baby to play?
+  Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
+  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
+  Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
+
+
+Pat a cake, pat a cake,
+    Baker's man!
+So I do, master, as fast as I can.
+    Pat it, and prick it,
+And mark it with T,
+    And then it will serve
+For Tommy and me.
+
+
+There was a man and he had naught,
+  And robbers came to rob him;
+He crept up to the chimney top,
+  And then they thought they had him.
+But he got down on t'other side,
+  And then they could not find him:
+He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
+  And never look'd behind him.
+
+
+Ding--dong--bell, the cat's in the well,
+  Who put her in? little Johnny Green.
+  Who pulled her out? great Johnny Stout.
+    What a naughty boy was that,
+    To drown poor pussy cat;
+  Who never did him any harm,
+  And killed the mice in his father's barn.
+
+
+    Lazy Tom with jacket blue,
+    Stole his father's gouty shoe.
+The worst of harm that dad can wish him,
+Is his gouty shoe may fit him.
+
+
+          Bonny lass! bonny lass!
+            Will you be mine?
+          You shall neither wash dishes
+            Nor serve the wine,
+    But sit on a cushion and sew up a seam,
+And you shall have strawberries, sugar, and cream.
+
+
+    I won't be my father's Jack,
+      I won't be my father's Jill,
+    I will be the fiddler's wife,
+      And have music when I will.
+T'other little tune, t'other little tune,
+Prythee, love, play me t'other little tune.
+
+
+London bridge is broken down,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+London bridge is broken down,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+How shall we build it up again?
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+How shall we build it up again?
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+We'll build it up with gravel and stone,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+We'll build it up with gravel and stone,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+Gravel and stone will be washed away,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+Gravel and stone will be washed away,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+We'll build it up with iron and steel,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+We'll build it up with iron and steel,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+Iron and steel will bend and break,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+Iron and steel will bend and break,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+We'll build it up with silver and gold,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+We'll build it up with silver and gold,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+Silver and gold will be stolen away,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+Silver and gold will be stolen away,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+We'll set a man to watch it then,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+We'll set a man to watch it then,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+Suppose the man should fall asleep,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+Suppose the man should fall asleep,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+We'll put a pipe into his mouth,
+  Dance over my Lady Lee,
+We'll put a pipe into his mouth,
+  With a gay ladye.
+
+
+Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+Stole a pig, and away he run;
+  The pig was eat,
+  And Tom was beat,
+And Tom ran crying down the street.
+
+
+  Little king Boggen he built a fine hall,
+  Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
+The windows were made of black-puddings and white,
+And slated with pancakes--you ne'er saw the like.
+
+
+To bed, to bed, says Sleepy-Head;
+  Let's stay a while, says Slow;
+Put on a pot, says Greedy-Sot,
+  We'll sup before we go.
+
+
+Dingty diddledy, my mammy's maid,
+She stole oranges, I am afraid:
+Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,
+She stole oranges, I do believe.
+
+
+Ride away, ride away,
+  Johnny shall ride,
+And he shall have pussy-cat
+  Tied to one side;
+And he shall have little dog
+  Tied to the other,
+And Johnny shall ride
+  To see his grandmother.
+
+
+Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,
+  Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
+To get some meal to bake a cake;
+  So pray, my dear baby, lie still.
+
+
+      Little lad, little lad,
+      Where were you born?
+Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
+    Where they sup butter-milk
+      With a ram's horn;
+    And a pumpkin scoop'd,
+      With a yellow rim,
+Is the bonny bowl they breakfast in.
+
+
+         Pretty John Watts,
+         We are troubled with rats,
+Will you drive them out of the house?
+  We have mice too in plenty,
+  That feast in the pantry,
+But let them stay and nibble away,
+What harm in a little brown mouse?
+
+
+Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?
+At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
+
+
+See saw, sacradown, sacradown,
+Which is the way to Boston town?
+One foot up, the other foot down,
+That is the way to Boston town.
+
+
+Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,
+    One ran away,
+    The other would n't stay,
+Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.
+
+
+Hop away, skip away, my baby wants to play.
+My baby wants to play every day.
+
+
+Bow, wow, wow, whose dog art thou?
+Little Tom Tinker's dog, bow, wow, wow.
+
+
+Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
+Silver buckles on his knee;
+He'll come back and marry me,
+         Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
+Combing down his yellow hair,
+He's my love forevermore,
+         Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
+
+
+Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
+I've been to London to see the Queen.
+Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
+I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
+
+
+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 went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,
+I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.
+
+
+Boys and girls, come out to play,
+The moon does shine as bright as day,
+  Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
+  And meet your playfellows in the street;
+Come with a whoop, and come with a call,
+And come with a good will, or not at all.
+  Up the ladder and down the wall,
+  A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
+You find milk and I'll find flour,
+And we'll have pudding in half an hour.
+
+
+Ride a cock horse to Banbury-cross
+  To see what Tommy can buy;
+A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
+  And a two penny apple pie.
+
+Ride a cock hose to Shrewsbury-cross,
+To buy little Johnny a galloping horse
+It trots behind and it ambles before,
+And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.
+
+
+Jemmy Jed went into a shed,
+And made a ted of straw his bed;
+An owl came out and flew about,
+And Jimmy Jed up stakes and fled.
+Wasn't Jimmy Jed a staring fool,
+Born in the woods to be scar'd by an owl?
+
+
+How many miles to Babylon?
+Threescore miles and ten.
+Can I get there by candle-light?
+Yes, and back again.
+
+
+Oh I am so happy,
+A little girl said,
+As she sprang like a lark
+From her low trundle bed.
+It is morning, bright morning,
+         Good morning, Papa!
+Oh give me one kiss,
+         For good morning, Mamma!
+
+
+        Trip upon trenchers,
+        And dance upon dishes,
+My mother sent me for yeast, some yeast,
+        She bid me tread lightly,
+        And come again quickly,
+For fear the young men would play me some jest.
+
+        Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
+        What naughty tricks they put upon me?
+They broke my pitcher, and spilt my water,
+And huff'd my mother, and chid her daughter,
+        And kissed my sister instead of me.
+
+
+What's the news of the day,
+Good neighbor, I pray?
+They say the balloon
+Has gone up to the moon.
+
+
+There was an old man in a velvet coat,
+He kiss'd a maid and gave her groat;
+The groat was crack'd and would not go.
+Ah, old man, do you serve me so?
+
+
+  Three wise men of Gotham
+  Went to sea in a bowl,
+And if the bowl had been stronger
+My song had been longer.
+
+
+Wash me and comb me
+And lay me down softly,
+And set me a bank to dry,
+That I may look pretty,
+When some one comes by.
+
+
+Up in the green orchard there is a green tree,
+The finest of pippins that ever you see;
+The apples are ripe, and ready to fall,
+And Reuben and Robin shall gather them all.
+
+
+Harry cum Parry, when will you marry?
+    When apples and pears are ripe.
+I'll come to our wedding without any bidding,
+    And stay with the bride all night.
+
+
+Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
+  And merrily jump the style, boys,
+A merry heart goes all the day,
+  Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.
+
+
+      I will sing you a song
+      Of the days that are long,
+  Of the woodcock and the sparrow,
+Of the little dog that burnt his tail,
+  And he shall be whipt to-morrow.
+
+
+I had a little Doll,
+  The prettiest ever seen,
+She washed me the dishes,
+  And kept the house clean.
+She went to the mill
+  To fetch me some flour,
+And always got it home
+  In less than an hour;
+She baked me my bread,
+  She brewed me my ale,
+She sat by the fire
+  And told many a fine tale.
+
+
+When I was a little he,
+My mother took me on her knee,
+Smiles and kisses gave with joy,
+And call'd me oft her darling boy.
+
+
+Is master Smith within?--Yes, that he is.
+    Can he set a shoe?  Ay, marry, two.
+       Here a nail, and there a nail,
+            Tick--tack--too.
+
+
+Charley loves good cake and ale,
+  Charley loves good candy,
+Charley loves to kiss the girls,
+  When they are clean and handy.
+
+
+John O'Gudgeon he was a wild man,
+He whipt his children now and then,
+When he whipt them, he made them dance,
+Out of Ireland into France.
+
+
+Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
+Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
+He put her in a pumpkin shell,
+And then he kept her very well.
+
+Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
+Had another and didn't lover her;
+Peter learnt to read and spell,
+And then he loved her very well.
+
+
+Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+  To draw a pail of water;
+Jack fell down and broke his crown
+  And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+
+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.
+
+
+  There was a little man,
+  And he had a little gun,
+And his bullets were made of lead,
+  He shot John Sprig
+  Through the middle of his wig,
+And knocked it right off his head.
+
+
+  Goosey, goosey, gander, where dost thou wander?
+  Up stairs and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber;
+There I met an old man that would not say his prayers,
+I took him by his hind legs and threw him down stairs.
+
+
+The girl in the lane,
+That couldn't speak plain,
+  Cried, Gobble, gobble, gobble;
+The man on the hill,
+That couldn't stand still,
+  Went, hobble, hobble, hobble.
+
+
+  Robert Barns, fellow fine,
+  Can you shoe this horse of mine,
+  So that I may cut a shine?
+    Yes, good sir, and that I can,
+    As well as any other man;
+There a nail, and here a prod,
+And now, good sir, you horse is shod.
+
+
+Hey ding a ding, ding, I heard a bird sing,
+The parliament soldiers are gone to the king.
+
+
+Pibroch of Donnel Dhu,
+  Pibroch of Donnel,
+Wake thy voice anew,
+  Summon Clan-Connel.
+Come away, come away,
+  Hark to the summons!
+Come in your war array,
+  Gentles and commons!
+
+      Come as the winds come,
+          When forests are rended,
+      Come as the waves come,
+          When navies are stranded.
+Faster come, faster come, faster and faster,
+      Chief, vassal, page and groom,
+          Tenent and master.
+
+      Fast they come, fast they come,
+          See how they gather!
+Wide waves the eagle plume blended with heather.
+      Cast your plaids, draw your blades,
+          Forward each man set!
+Pibroch of Donnel Dhu, now for the onset!
+
+
+Jack Sprat could eat no fat;
+  His wife could eat no lean;
+So 'twixt them both they cleared the cloth,
+  And lick'd the platter clean.
+
+
+There was a little boy went into a barn,
+  And lay down on some hay;
+A calf came out and smelt about,
+  And the little boy ran away.
+
+
+  The sow came in with the saddle,
+  The little pig rock'd the cradle,
+  The dish jump'd up on the table
+  To see the pot swallow the ladle.
+The spit that stood behind the door
+Threw the pudding-stick on the floor.
+    Odsplut! said the gridiron,
+        Can't you agree?
+    I'm the head constable,
+        Bring them to me.
+
+
+Little Tommy Tucker,
+  Sing for your supper:
+What shall I sing?
+  White bread and butter.
+How shall I cut it
+  Without any knife?
+How shall I marry
+  Without any wife?
+
+
+I would, if I could; if I couldn't, how could I?
+I couldn't without I could, could I?
+Could you without you could, could ye? could ye? could ye?
+You couldn't without you could, could ye?
+
+
+Oh that I were where I would be!
+  Then should I be where I am not;
+But where I am, there I must be,
+  And where I would be I can not.
+
+
+        Hiccory, diccory, dock,
+    The mouse run up the clock;
+The clock struck one, and down he run,
+        Hiccory, diccory, dock.
+
+
+Jacky, come give me your fiddle,
+  If ever you mean to thrive.
+Nay, I'll not give my fiddle
+  To any man alive.
+
+If I should give you my fiddle,
+  They'll think that I'm gone mad,
+For many a joyful day
+  My fiddle and I have had.
+
+
+There was a Piper had a Cow,
+  And he had naught to give her,
+He pull'd out his pipes and play'd her a tune,
+  And bade the cow consider.
+
+    The cow considered very well,
+      And gave the piper a penny,
+    And bade him play the other tune,
+      "Corn rigs are bonny."
+
+
+Away, pretty robin, fly home to your nest,
+To make you my captive I still should like best,
+  And feed you with worms and with bread:
+Your eyes are so sparkling, your feathers so soft,
+Your little wings flutter so pretty aloft,
+  And your breast is all cover'd with red.
+
+
+  Handy-spandy, Jacky dandy,
+  Loves plum-cake and sugar candy.
+  He bought some at a grocer's shop,
+And pleased away went hop, hop, hop.
+
+
+When good King Arthur ruled his land
+  He was a goodly king;
+He stole three pecks of barley meal
+  To make a bag-pudding.
+A bag-pudding the king did make,
+  And stuff'd it well with plums;
+And in it put great lumps of fat,
+  As big as my two thumbs.
+The king and queen did eat thereof,
+  And noblemen beside;
+And what they could not eat that night,
+  The queen next morning fried.
+
+
+Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green,
+Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen,
+And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,
+And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.
+
+
+  See saw, Jack-a-daw,
+Johnny shall have a new master;
+Johnny shall have but a penny a day,
+Because he can work no faster.
+
+
+About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive,
+About the bush, Willie, I'll meet thee alive.
+
+
+We're three brethren out of Spain,
+Come to court your daughter Jane.
+
+My daughter Jane she is too young,
+She has no skill in a flattering tongue.
+
+Be she young or be she old,
+It's for her gold she must be sold,
+So fare you well, my lady gay,
+We shall return another day.
+
+
+Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
+  How does your garden grow?
+With silver bells and cockle shells,
+  And maidens all in a row.
+
+
+When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in,
+Now I am a great boy, and fit to serve the king;
+I can handle a musket, I can smoke a pipe,
+I can kiss a pretty girl at ten o'clock at night.
+
+
+Mary had a pretty bird,
+Feathers bright and yellow,
+Slender legs, upon my word
+He was a pretty fellow.
+
+The sweetest notes he always sung,
+  Which much delighted Mary,
+And often where the cage was hung,
+  She stood to hear Canary.
+
+
+This is the way the ladies ride,
+       Prim, prim, prim;
+This is the way the gentlemen ride,
+       Trim, trim, trim.
+Presently come the country-folks,
+       Hobbledy gee, hobbledy gee.
+
+
+       One,                     Six,
+       Two,                     Seven,
+       Three,                   Eight,
+       Four,                    Nine,
+       Five,                    Ten,
+I caught a hare alive.    I let it go again.
+
+
+  Cock a doodle doo,
+My dame has lost her shoe;
+My master's lost his fiddlestick,
+And knows not what to do.
+
+
+Tom, Tom of Islington,
+Married a wife on Sunday,
+Bro't her home on Monday,
+Hired a house on Tuesday,
+Fed her well on Wednesday,
+Sick was she on Thursday,
+Dead was she on Friday,
+Sad was Tom on Saturday,
+To bury his wife on Sunday.
+
+
+I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb,
+I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum;
+I bought a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,
+And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.
+
+
+    As I was going to St. Ives,
+    I met seven wives,
+Every wife had seven sacks,
+Every sack had seven cats,
+Every cat had seven kits,
+    Kits, cats, sacks and wives,
+    How many were going to St. Ives?
+
+
+    Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it,
+    She opened the bag, he was out in a minute;
+The Cat saw him jump, and run under the table,
+And the dog said, catch him, puss, soon as you're able.
+
+
+Cross Patch, draw the latch,
+  Sit by the fire and spin;
+Take a cup, and drink it up,
+  Then call your neighbors in.
+
+
+  See-saw, Margery Daw,
+Sold her bed and lay upon straw.
+Was not she a dirty slut,
+To sell her bed and lay in the dirt?
+
+
+What care I how black he be?
+Twenty pounds will marry me
+If twenty won't, forty shall,
+I'm my mother's bouncing girl.
+
+
+Here's A, B, C, D,
+E, F, and G,
+H, I, J, K,
+L, M, N, O, P,
+Q, R, S, T,
+U, W, V,[
+X, Y, and Z, And oh, dear me, When shall I learn My A, B, C.*/
+
+[*][Note from Brett: "V" and "W" appear to be intentionally inverted
+to favor the rhyme.]
+
+
+Milk-man, milk-man, where have you been?
+In Buttermilk channel up to my chin,
+I spilt my milk, and I spoilt my clothes,
+And got a long icicle hung to my nose.
+
+
+I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
+And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
+So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
+But pussy and I very gently will play.
+
+
+There was an old woman
+  Sold puddings and pies,
+She went to the mill,
+  And the dust flew in her eyes.
+While through the streets,
+To all she meets,
+  She ever cries,
+  Hot Pies--Hot Pies.
+
+
+      A cow and a calf,
+      An ox and a half,
+Forty good shillings and three.
+  Is not enough tocher
+  For a shoemaker's daughter,
+    A bonny sweet lass
+    With a coal-black ee[*]
+
+[*][Note from Brett:  "ee" is correct.  I have no idea what it
+means.]
+
+
+The little Robin grieves
+  When the snow is on the ground,
+For the trees have no leaves,
+  And no berries can be found.
+
+The air is cold, the worms are hid,
+  For Robin here what can be done?
+Let's strow around some crumbs of bread,
+  And then he'll live till snow is gone.
+
+
+  Little Jack Nory
+  Told me a story
+  How he tried
+  Cock-horse to ride,
+Sword and scabbard by his side,
+Saddle, leaden spurs and switches,
+His pocket tight
+With cents all bright,
+Marbles, tops, puzzles, props,
+Now he's put in jacket and breeches.
+
+
+There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
+One name Jack, and the other name Jill;
+Fly away, Jack--fly away, Jill,
+Come again, Jack--come again, Jill.
+
+
+Willie boy, Willie boy,
+  Where are you going?
+O let us go with you,
+  This sunshiny day.
+
+I'm going to the meadow,
+  To see them a mowing,
+I'm going to help the girls
+  Turn the new hay.
+
+
+Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
+Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown;
+Tapping at the windows, crying at the lock,
+"Are the babes in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock?"
+
+
+
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