Front Cover
 My little soldier
 Wicked Willy Wimble
 The three-foot volunteers
 Jack the whaler
 A lullaby
 Back Cover

Group Title: Joyful tales
Title: Jingles & jokes for little folks
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00072820/00001
 Material Information
Title: Jingles & jokes for little folks
Series Title: Joyful tales
Alternate Title: Jingles and jokes for little folks
Physical Description: 4 leaves : ill. ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Cogger, Edward P ( Illustrator )
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bros.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1869
Subject: Children's poetry -- 1869   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1869   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1869
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Title from cover.
General Note: Illustrations signed Cogger.
General Note: Includes publisher's advertisement.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00072820
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 001854140
oclc - 28754617
notis - AJS8506

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover
    My little soldier
        Page 1
    Wicked Willy Wimble
        Page 2
        Page 3
    The three-foot volunteers
        Page 4
        Page 4a
        Page 5
    Jack the whaler
        Page 6
        Page 7
    A lullaby
        Page 8
    Back Cover
        Back Cover
Full Text

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Wicked Willy Wimble With soch a helmet handy,
Stole his Granny's thimble, He thought himself a dandy,
And she could not Although his legs
Catch him, Were crooked pegs-
Because she was not nimble. In fact, a little bandy I
So he ran down the meadow, Said he, "It's very olear, Oh
And in the blacksmith's shed, Oh! That I have naught to fear, Obh
He hammered it I'1 turn out qnt.
To make it fit, A gallant knig .:.
Then stuck it on his head, Oh! Oh I shan't I be a hliI:l

His steed wu poor old Brindle, As bold as Alexander,
His lance it was a spindle; Or any great commander,
An old tin pot So brave and stout,
For a drum he got, He rode about,
His martial fires to kindle. Until he met a Gander.
Said Will, "I wonder can he
Eat up so brave a Manny?"
When it began
To hiss, he ran
And cried out, "Save me, Grannyl"

Out of the way, for here they come,
With a penny trumpet and sixpenny drum.
A paper oook'd-hat the captain wears,
And a gun on his shoulder each private bears.
Out of the way, and give three cheers
For the regiment of Three-Foot Volunteers!
They have but one cannon, and that shoots peas:
But what does that matter to heroes like these?
Buch brave little soldiers-true sons of Mars--
With their beautiful Flag with its circle of Stars.
Out of the way, and give three cheers
For the regiment of Three-Foot Volunteers


With penny trumpet, and sixpenny drum,
They'll face the enemy when they come.
And the wounds they get, in the worst disaster,
Are sure to be cured with sticking-plaster.
Out of the way, and give three cheers
For the regiment of Three-Foot Volunteers I
Rub-a-dub-dub! and Tooty-too-too!
March on bravely! we're proud of you,
With wooden sword, and with paper feather--
March on gallantly-step together!
Out of the way, and give three cheers
For the regiment of Three-Foot Volunteers

~ _II_


"Where have you been,
Old Jack, the Sailor;
Up to the North,
On board a whaler."
"Ho," said the captain,
"There's a whale!
Boys we must catch him
Without fall"

"Off was the captain
Rowed in his gig;
Took a harpoon
To give him a dig.
" When he got near,
And threw the harpoon,
Whale knocked the boat
Right up to the moon,

JACK THE WHALER-oontinued.

"Whether they reached it,
Nobody knows,
As they haven't come back
They did, I suppose,

" If you go to the moon,
You'll know the captain
By his great big nose,
And the coat he's wrapped in.

"Here I must wait,
Until he comes back,
Pity the sorrows
Of poor old Jack I"

.... . .... . .
Lullaby, baby,. go to sleep;
Byes, oh I how naughty still to peep.
Lullaby, baby, cur,1 -up your t6e.s
Gu4ctle your little knees lip to your noset.

Ii$.sby baby, eyes shut tight-
We mbuthop6n,.: sol, goodnigM I

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