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Group Title: Sing-song : a nursery rhyme book
Title: Sing-song
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00082116/00001
 Material Information
Title: Sing-song a nursery rhyme book
Physical Description: xiv, 135, 1 p. : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Rossetti, Christina Georgina, 1830-1894
Hughes, Arthur, 1832-1915 ( Illustrator )
Macmillan & Co ( Publisher )
R. & R. Clark (Firm) ( Printer )
Dalziel Brothers ( Engraver )
Publisher: Macmillan and Co.
Place of Publication: London ;
New York
Manufacturer: R. & R. Clark
Publication Date: 1893
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1893   ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes -- 1893   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre: Children's poetry
Nursery rhymes   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
United States -- New York -- New York
Scotland -- Edinburgh
Statement of Responsibility: by Christina G. Rossetti ; with one hundred and twenty illustrations by Arthur Hughes, engraved by the brothers Dalziel.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00082116
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002236777
notis - ALH7255
oclc - 03793673
lccn - 34034366

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A BABY'S cradle with no baby in it 15
A city plum is not a plum
A diamond or a coal ?
A frisky lamb 80
A house of cards
A linnet in a gilded cage 2I
All the bells were ringing 107
A motherless soft lambkin .63
An emerald is as green as grass 102
Angels at the foot I
A pin has a head; but has no hair 56
A pocket handkerchief to hem 43
A ring upon her finger 95
A rose has thorns as well as honey 121
A toadstool comes up in a night 42
A white hen sitting .86

Baby cry 6
Baby lies so fast asleep 132


Blind from my birth .
-Boats sail on the rivers 103
Bread and milk for breakfast 8
--Brown and furry 41
Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk 27

Clever little Willie wee 19
Crimson curtains round my mother's bed .131
Crying, my little one, footsore and weary 19
Currants on a bush .87

Dancing on the hill-tops 64
Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush Io
"Ding a ding" 94

Eight o'clock 7

Ferry me across the water 96
Fly away, fly away over the sea 84

Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow" 25
Growing in the vale 20

Heartsease in my garden bed 33
Hear what the mournful linnets say 14
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth 7
Hop-o'-my-thumb and little Jack Horner 16
Hopping frog, hop here and be seen 58
How many seconds in a minute ? 48
Hurt no living thing 105


I am a King 73
I caught a little ladybird 06
I dreamt I caught a little owl 112
I dug and dug amongst the snow I
If all were rain and never sun 25
If a mouse could fly 75
If a pig wore a wig 44
If hope grew on a bush 70
If I were a Queen 34
If stars dropped out of heaven 24
If the moon came from heaven 127
If the sun could tell us half 126
I have a little husband 109
I have a Poll parrot 14
I have but one rose in the world 89
I know a baby, such a baby 133
In the meadow-what in the meadow 79
I planted a hand 7
Is the moon tired ? she looks so pale .23

January cold desolate 51

Kookoorookoo kookoorookoo "

Lie a-bed 135
Love me,-I love you 2
Lullaby, oh, lullaby! 134

Margaret has a milking-pail 78
Minnie and Mattic 30


Minnie bakes oaten cakes 85
Mix a pancake .. 8
Motherless baby and babyless mother 130
Mother shake the cherry tree 55
My baby has a father and a mother 3
My baby has a mottled fist z3

Oh, fair to see i. 118
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east 28
One and one are two 46
On the grassy banks 28
O sailor, come ashore 100
Our little baby fell asleep 4
O wind, where have you been 26
O wind, why do you never rest .

Playing at bob cherry 88
Pussy has a whiskered face. 68

Roses blushing red and white 93
Rosy maiden Winifred 90
Rushes in a watery place .29

Seldom "can't" 45
Sing me a song. 76
Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire 36
Swift and sure the swallow .III

The city mouse lives in a house 60
The days are clear 39


The dear old woman in the lane II
The dog lies in his kennel 69
The horses of the sea 99
The lily has an air 77
The lily has a smooth stalk 104
The peach tree on the southern wall zo
The peacock has a score of eyes 67
There is but one May in the year 37
There is one that has a head without an eye 74
There's snow on the fields 9
The rose that blushes rosy red 17
The rose with such a bonny blush 116
The summer nights are short 38
The wind has such a rainy sound 82
Three little children 83
Three plum buns 62
Twist me a crown of wind-flowers 40

Under the ivy bush 72

Wee wee husband 108
What are heavy ? sea-sand and sorrow 35
What does the bee do ? 113
What does the donkey bray about 61
What do the stars do ? 129
-What is pink ? a rose is pink 53
What will you give me for my pound 50
When a mounting skylark sings 97


When fishes set umbrellas up 66
When the cows come home the milk is coming 92
Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are 59
Who has seen the wind? 98
Why did baby die 24
Wrens and robins in the hedge 22

Your brother has a falcon 13

Angels at the foot,
And Angels at the head,
And like a curly little lamb
My pretty babe in bed.

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Love me,-I love you,
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing it as may be.

Mother's arms under you,
Her eyes above you;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Love me,-I love you.

My baby has a father and a mother,
Rich little baby!
Fatherless, motherless, I know another
Forlorn as may be:
Poor little baby!


Our little baby fell asleep,
And may not wake again
For days and days, and weeks and weeks;
But then he '11 wake again,
And come with his own pretty look,
And kiss Mamma again.


"Kookoorookoo kookoorookoo! "
Crows the cock before the morn;
" Kikirikee kikirikee! "
Roses in the east are born.

"Kookoorookoo kookoorookoo "
Early birds begin their singing;
"Kikirikee kikirikee "
The day, the day, the day is springing.

Baby cry-
Oh fie!-
At the physic in the cup:
Gulp it twice
And gulp it thrice,
Baby gulp it up.

Eight o'clock;
The postman's knock!
Five letters for Papa;
One for Lou,
And none for you,
And three for dear Mamma.


Bread and milk for breakfast,
And woollen frocks to wear,
And a crumb for robin redbreast
On the cold days of the year.

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There's snow on the fields,
And cold in the cottage,
While I sit in the chimney nook
Supping hot pottage.

My clothes are soft and warm,
Fold upon fold,
But I 'm so sorry for the poor
Out in the cold.

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Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush,
Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush,-
Weave him a coffin of rush,
Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow,
Raise him a tombstone of snow.


I dug and dug amongst the snow,
And thought the flowers would never grow;
I dug and dug amongst the sand,
And still no green thing came to hand.

Melt, 0 snow! the warm winds blow
To thaw the flowers and melt the snow;
But all the winds from every land
Will rear no blossom from the sand.

city plum is not a plum;
dumb-bell is no bell, though dumb;
party rat is not a rat;
sailor's cat is not a cat;
soldier's frog is not a frog;
captain's log is not a log.


Your brother has a falcon,
Your sister has a flower;
But what is left for mannikin,
Born within an hour?

I 'l nurse you on my knee, my knee,
My own little son;
I 'll rock you, rock you, in my arms,
My least little one.

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Hear what the mournful linnets say:
"We built our nest compact and warm,
But cruel boys came round our way
And took our summerhouse by storm.

"They crushed the eggs so neatly laid;
So now we sit with drooping wing,
And watch the ruin they have made,
Too late to build, too sad to sing."

A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
The body waiting here.

Hop-o'-my-thumb and little Jack Horner,
What do you mean by tearing and fighting?
Sturdy dog Trot close round the corner,
I never caught him growling and biting.


Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose the world's delight;
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

O wind, why do you never rest,
Wandering, whistling to and fro,
Bringing rain out of the west,
From the dim north bringing snow?


Crying, my little one, footsore and weary ?
Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary,
While the snow falls on me colder and colder.

You are my one, and I have not another;
Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure;
Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother,
Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure.

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Growing in the vale
By the uplands hilly,
Growing straight and frail,
Lady Daffadowndilly.

In a golden crown,
And a scant green gown
While the spring blows chilly,
Lady Daffadown,
Sweet Daffadowndilly.

A linnet in a gilded cage,-
A linnet on a bough,-
In frosty winter one might doubt
Which bird is luckier now.

But let the trees burst out in leaf,
And nests be on the bough,
Which linnet is the luckier bird,
Oh who could doubt it now?


Wrens and robins in the hedge,
Wrens and robins here and there;
Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,

My baby has a mottled fist,
My baby has a neck in creases;
My baby kisses and is kissed,
For he's the very thing for kisses.


Why did baby die,
Making Father sigh,
Mother cry?

Flowers, that bloom to die,
Make no reply
Of "why? "
But bow and die.

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If all were rain and never sun,
No bow could span the hill;
If all were sun and never rain,
There'd be no rainbow still.


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O wind, where have
That you blow so
Among the violets
Which blossom at

you been,
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your feet.

The honeysuckle waits
For Summer and for heat.
But violets in the chilly Spring
Make the turf so sweet.

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Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk
White as swansdown and smooth as silk,
Fresh as dew and pure as snow:
For I know where the cowslips blow,
And you shall have a cowslip wreath
No sweeter scented than your breath.

On the grassy banks
Lambkins at their pranks;
Woolly sisters, woolly brothers
Jumping off their feet
While their woolly mothers
Watch by them and bleat.


Rushes in a watery place,
And reeds in a hollow;
A soaring skylark in the sky,
A darting swallow;
And where pale blossom used to hang
Ripe fruit to follow.



Minnie and Mattie
And fat little May,
Out in the country,
Spending a day.

Such a bright day,
With the sun glowing,
And the trees half in leaf,
And the grass growing.

Pinky white pigling
Squeals through his snout,

Woolly white lambkin
Frisks all about.

Cluck! cluck! the nursing hen
Summons her folk,-
Ducklings all downy soft
Yellow as yolk.

Cluck! cluck! the mother hen
Summons her chickens
To peck the dainty bits
Found in her pickings.

Minnie and Mattie
And May carry posies,
Half of sweet violets,
Half of primroses.

Give the sun time enough,
Glowing and glowing,
He'll rouse the roses
And bring them blowing.

Don't wait for roses
Losing to-day,
0 Minnie, Mattie,
And wise little May.

Violets and primroses
Blossom to-day
For Minnie and Mattie
And fat little May.

Heartsease in my garden bed,
With sweetwilliam white and red,
Honeysuckle on my wall :-
Heartsease blossoms in my heart
When sweet William comes to call,
But it withers when we part,
And the honey-trumpets fall.


If I were a Queen,
What would I do?
I'd make you King,
And I'd wait on you.

If I were a King,
What would I do ?
I'd make you Queen,
For I'd marry you.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow :
What are brief? to-day and to-morrow:
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth:
What are deep? the ocean and truth.


Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire:
Strike a flint, and forthwith flash out sparks of


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There is but one May in the year,
And sometimes May is wet and cold;
There is but one May in the year
Before the year grows old.

Yet though it be the chilliest May,
With least of sun and most of showers,
Its wind and dew, its night and day,
Bring up the flowers.

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The summer nights are short
Where northern days are long:
For hours and hours lark after lark
Trills out his song.

The summer days are short
Where southern nights are long:
Yet short the night when nightingales
Trill out their song.

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The days are clear,
Day after day,
When April's here,
That leads to May,
And June
Must follow soon:
Stay, June, stay!-
If only we could stop the moon
And June!

Twist me a crown of wind-flowers;
That I may fly away
To hear the singers at their song,
And players at their play.

Put on your crown of wind-flowers:
But whither would you go?
Beyond the surging of the sea
And the storms that blow.

Alas! your crown of wind-flowers
Can never make you fly:
I twist them in a crown to-day,
And to-night they die.

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.


A toadstool comes up in a night,
Learn the lesson, little folk :-
An oak grows on a hundred years,
But then it is an oak.


A pocket handkerchief to hem-
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
How many stitches it will take
Before it's done, I fear.

Yet set a stitch and then a stitch,
And stitch and stitch away,
Till stitch by stitch the hem is done-
And after work is play!


If a pig wore a wig,
What could we say ?
Treat him as a gentleman,
And say "Good day."

If his tail chanced to fail,
What could we do ?-
Send him to the tailoress
To get one new.


Seldom can't,"
Seldom "don't "
Never shan't,"
Never won't."


i and i are 2--
That's for me and you.

2 and 2 are 4-
That's a couple more.

3 and 3 are 6
Barley-sugar sticks.

4 and 4 are 8
Tumblers at the gate.

5 and 5 are o1
Bluff seafaring men

6 and 6 are 12
Garden lads who delve.

7 and 7 are 14
Young men bent

8 and 8
Pills the

on sporting.

are 16
doctor's mixing.

9 and 9 are 8
Passengers kept waiting.

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S1 and 1 are 22
Sums for brother George to do.

12 and 12 are 24
Pretty pictures, and no more.



many seconds in a minute?
and no more in it.

many minutes in an hour?
for sun and shower.

How many hours in a day?
Twenty-four for work and play.


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How many days in a week ?
Seven both to hear and speak.

How many weeks in a month?
Four, as the swift moon runn'th.

How many months in a year?
Twelve the almanack makes clear.

How many years in an age?
One hundred says the sage.

How many ages in time ?
No one knows the rhyme.

What will you give me for my pound ?
Full twenty shillings round.
What will you give me for my shilling?
Twelve pence to give I'm willing.
What will you give me for my penny?
Four farthings, just so many.

January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly
Lightning-torn ;
August bears corn,
September fruit;


In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.


What is pink? a rose is pink
By the fountain's brink.
What is red? a poppy's red
In its barley bed.
What is blue? the sky is blue
Where the clouds float thro'.
What is white? a swan is white
Sailing in the light.
What is yellow? pears are yellow,
Rich and ripe and mellow.

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What is green? the grass is green,
With small flowers between.
What is violet? clouds are violet
In the summer twilight.
What is orange? why, an orange,
Just an orange!

Mother shake the cherry-tree,
Susan catch a cherry;
Oh how funny that will be,
Let's be merry!

One for brother, one for sister,
Two for mother more,
Six for father, hot and tired,
Knocking at the door.


A pin has a head, but has no hair;
A clock has a face, but no mouth there;
Needles have eyes, but they cannot see;
A fly has a trunk without lock or key;
A timepiece may lose, but cannot win;
A corn-field dimples without a chin;
A hill has no leg, but has a foot;
A wine-glass a stem, but not a root;

A watch has hands, but no thumb or finger;
A boot has a tongue, but is no singer;
Rivers run, though they have no feet;
A saw has teeth, but it does not eat;
Ash-trees have keys, yet never a lock;
And baby crows, without being a cock.

Hopping frog, hop here and be seen,
I'll not pelt you with stick or stone:
Your cap is laced and your coat is green;
Good bye, we'll let each other alone.

Plodding toad, plod here and be looked at,
You the finger of scorn is crooked at:
But though you're lumpish, you're harmless too;
You won't hurt me, and I won't hurt you.


Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,
With blades of grass between,
Each daisy stands up like a star
Out of a sky of green.

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The city mouse lives in a house ;-
The garden mouse lives in a bower,
He's friendly with the frogs and toads,
And sees the pretty plants in flower.

The city mouse eats bread and cheese;-
The garden mouse eats what he can;
We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,
Poor little timid furry man.

What does the donkey bray about?
What does the pig grunt through his snout?
What does the goose mean by a hiss?
Oh, Nurse, if you can tell me this,
I'll give you such a kiss.

The cockatoo calls cockatoo,"
The magpie chatters "how d' ye do? "
The jackdaw bids me "go away,"
Cuckoo cries cuckoo" half the day:
What do the others say?

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Three plum buns
To eat here at the stile
In the clover meadow,
For we have walked a mile.

One for you, and one for me,
And one left over:
Give it to the boy who shouts
To scare sheep from the clover.

A motherless soft lambkin
Alone upon a hill;
No mother's fleece to shelter him
And wrap him from the cold :-
I'll run to him and comfort him,
I 'll fetch him, that I will;
I '11 care for him and feed him
Until he's strong and bold.


Dancing on the hill-tops,
Singing in the valleys,
Laughing with the echoes,
Merry little Alice.

Playing games with lambkins
In the flowering valleys,
Gathering pretty posies,
Helpful little Alice.

If her father's cottage
Turned into a palace,
And he owned the hill-tops
And the flowering valleys,
She'd be none the happier,
Happy little Alice.

When fishes set umbrellas up
If the rain-drops run,
Lizards will want their parasols
To shade them from the sun.

The peacock has a score of eyes,
With which he cannot see;
The cod-fish has a silent sound,
However that may be;

No dandelions tell the time,
Although they turn to clocks;
Cat's-cradle does not hold the cat,
Nor foxglove fit the fox.


Pussy has a whiskered face,
Kitty has such pretty ways;
Doggie scampers when I call,
And has a heart to love us all.


The dog lies in his kennel,
And Puss purrs on the rug,
And baby perches on my knee
For me to love and hug.

Pat the dog and stroke the cat,
Each in its degree;
And cuddle and kiss my baby,
And baby kiss me.


If hope grew on a bush,
And joy grew on a tree,
What a nosegay for the plucking
There would be!

But oh! in windy autumn,
When frail flowers wither,
What should we do for hope and joy,
Fading together?


I planted a hand
And there came up a palm,
I planted a heart
And there came up balm.

Then I planted a wish,
But there sprang a thorn,
While heaven frowned with thunder
And earth sighed forlorn.

Under the ivy bush
One sits sighing,
And under the willow tree
One sits crying :-

Under the ivy bush
Cease from your sighing,
But under the willow tree
Lie down a-dying.


I am a King,
Or an Emperor rather,
I wear crown-imperial
And prince's-feather;
Golden-rod is the sceptre
I wield and wag,
And a broad purple flag-flower
Waves for my flag.

Elder the pithy
With old-man and sage,
These are my councillors
Green in old age;
Lords-and-ladies in silence
Stand round me and wait,
While gay ragged-robin
Makes bows at my gate.

There is one that has a head without an eye,
And there's one that has an eye without a head :
You may find the answer if you try;
And when all is said,
Half the answer hangs upon a thread!



Q1-16. C

If a mouse could fly,
Or if a crow could swim,
Or if a sprat could walk and talk,
I'd like to be like him.

If a mouse could fly,
He might fly away;
Or if a crow could swim,
It might turn him grey;
Or if a sprat could walk and talk,
What would he find to say?

Sing me a song-
What shall I sing?-
Three merry sisters
Dancing in a ring,
Light and fleet upon
As birds upon the

their feet

Tell me a tale-
What shall I tell?-
Two mournful sisters,
And a tolling knell,
Tolling ding and tolling dong,
Ding dong bell.

The lily has an air,
And the snowdrop a grace,
And the sweetpea a way,
And the heartsease a face,-
Yet there's nothing like the rose
When she blows.


Margaret has a milking-pail,
And she rises early;
Thomas has a threshing-flail,
And he's up betimes.
Sometimes crossing through the grass
Where the dew lies pearly,
They say "Good morrow" as they pass
By the leafy limes.


In the meadow-what in the meadow?
Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet,
And fairy rings for the children's feet
In the meadow.

In the garden-what in the garden?
Jacob's-ladder and Solomon's-seal,
And Love-lies-bleeding beside All-heal
In the garden.

~,,,,,~ MF

A frisky lamb
And a frisky child
Playing their pranks
In a cowslip meadow:
The sky all blue
And the air all mild
And the fields all sun
And the lanes half shadow.


Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake,-
Catch it if you can.

81 G


The wind has such a rainy sound
Moaning through the town,
The sea has such a windy sound,-
Will the ships go down?

The apples in the orchard
Tumble from their tree.-
Oh, will the ships go down, go down,
In the windy sea?


Three little children
On the wide wide earth,
Motherless children-
Cared for from their birth
By tender angels.

Three little children
On the wide wide sea,
Motherless children-
Safe as safe can be
With guardian angels.

Fly away, fly away over the sea,
Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;
Come again, come again, come back to me,
Bringing the summer and bringing the sun.


Minnie bakes oaten cakes,
Minnie brews ale,
All because her Johnny's coming
Home from sea.
And she glows like a rose,
Who was so pale,
And Are you sure the church clock goes?"
Says she.

A white hen sitting
On white eggs three:
Next, three speckled chickens
As plump as plump can be.

An owl, and a hawk,
And a bat come to see:
But chicks beneath their mother's wing
Squat safe as safe can be.

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