Nursery rhymes

Material Information

Nursery rhymes
Series Title:
Aunt Louisa's London toy books
Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
Kronheim & Co ( Printer )
Place of Publication:
Frederick Warne & Co.
Kronheim & Co.
Publication Date:
Physical Description:
[10] leaves : col. ill. ;


Subjects / Keywords:
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1880 ( rbgenr )
Nursery rhymes -- 1880 ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1880 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1880
Children's poetry ( rbgenr )
Nursery rhymes ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements ( rbgenr )
poetry ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


General Note:
Cover title.
General Note:
Includes publisher's advertisement.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

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:
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Resource Identifier:
027517069 ( ALEPH )
AJE8898 ( NOTIS )
26099758 ( OCLC )

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BA-A, ba-a, black sheep, have you any wool?Yes, sir; yes, sir, three bags full;One for my master, one for my dame,And one for the little boy that lives in our lane.D ING, dong, bell; Pussy's in the well.Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout.Oh! what a naughty boy was that,To drown poor little Pussy Cat!JACK and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.RIDE a Cock-horse to Banbury CrossTo see a fine lady ride on a whiteRings on her fingers, .and bells onShe shall have music wherever sheThe Baldwin Librarym \ mBg

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WHERE are you going to, my pretty maid?I'm going a milking, Sir, she said.May I go with you, my pretty maid?You're kindly welcome, Sir, she said.LITTLE Jack Horner sat in the corner,Eating a Christmas pie;He put in his thumb and he took out a plum,And said, "What a good boy am I!"LITTLE Tommy 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 marry without e'er a wife ?SING a Song of Sixpence, a pocket full of rye,Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie,When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,Was not that a dainty dish to set before the King?


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LITTLE Polly FlindersSate among the cinders,Warming her pretty little toes!Her mother came and caught her,And scolded her little daughterFor spoiling her nice new clothes.OLD woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,O whither, O whither, 0 whither, so highTo sweep the cobwebs off the sky.Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.HOT Cross Buns!Hot Cross Buns!One a penny, two a penny, Hot Cross Buns.Hot Cross Buns!Hot Cross Buns!If you have no daughters, give them to your sons.IS John Smith within? Yes, that he is.Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two;Here a nail, there a nail, tick, tack, too.

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LITTLE Bo-peep has lost her sheep,And cannot tell where to find them;Leave them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.GOOSEY, Goosey, Gander, whither shall I wander?Up stairs and down stairs and in my Lady's chamber,There I met an old man who would not say his prayers,I took him by the left leg and threw him down stairs.THERE was a jolly Miller,Lived on the River Dee;He worked and sung from morn till night,1No lark so blithe as he.And this the burden of his songFor ever used to be,"I care for nobody-no, not I,Since nobody cares for me."I HAD a little Pony,His name was Dapple Gray,I lent him to a lady,* To ride a mile away;She whipped him, she slashed him,She rode him through the mire,I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.

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M ARY had a pretty bird,With 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 near the cage she'd ever sitTo hear her own Canary.MULTIPLICATION is vexation,Division is as bad;The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,And Practice drives me mad. /W HEN little Fred went to bed,He always said his prayers;He kissed mamma and then papa,And straightway went upstairs.PLUM pudding hot, plum pudding cold,Plum pudding in the pot, nine days old;Some like it hot, some like it cold,Some like it in the pot nine days old.

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TOM, Tom, the Piper's son,He learned to play when he was young,But the only tune that he could playWas "Over the hills and far away."Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,That he pleased both the girls and boys;And they all stopped to hear him play"Over the hills and far away."Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,That those who:heard him could never keep still;Whenever they heard him they began to dance,Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.WVILLY, boy, Willy, boy, where are you going?I will go with you, if I may.I am going to the meadows to see them mowing,I am going to see them make the hay.

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