Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Literal and scholastic
 Riddles and paradoxes
 Charms and lullabies
 Gaffers and gammers
 Love and matrimony
 Natural history
 Accumulative stories
 Index of first lines
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Group Title: Nursery rhyme book
Title: The nursery rhyme book
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Title: The nursery rhyme book
Physical Description: 1, 288 p. : ill. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 ( Editor )
Brooke, L. Leslie ( Leonard Leslie ), 1862-1940
Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
Ballantyne, Hanson and Co ( Printer )
Ballantyne Press ( Printer )
Publisher: Frederick Warne and Co.
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Ballantyne, Hanson & Co. ; Ballantyne Press
Publication Date: 1897
Subject: Nursery rhymes   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Picture books for children   ( lcsh )
Lullabies   ( lcsh )
Tales -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Nursery rhymes -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Children's poetry -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Juvenile literature -- 1897   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1897
Genre: Nursery rhymes   ( rbgenr )
Children's poetry
Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
General Note: Includes index.
Statement of Responsibility: edited by Andrew Lang ; illustrated by L. Leslie Brooke.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
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    Front Matter
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    Half Title
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    Title Page
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    List of Illustrations
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Full Text

The Baldwin Library

ij h, 4.cLL.

The Nursery
Rhyme Book

bcoy F. 'e & Co.


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-lfyriht 1897 by P. 7ae &S Co.

U I vmm 1 LUUWOum i

At the Ballantyne Press

S Cofyright 1897 by F. Warne & Co.

TO read the old Nursery Rhymes brings
back queer lost memories of a man's own
childhood. One seems to see the loose
floppy picture-books of long ago, with their boldly
coloured pictures. The books were tattered and
worn, and my first library consisted of a wooden
box full of these volumes. And I can remember
being imprisoned for some crime in the closet
where the box was, and how my gaolers found me,
happy and impenitent, sitting on the box, with its
contents all round me, reading.


There was "Who Killed Cock Robin? which
I knew by heart before I could read, and I learned
to read (entirely "without tears") by picking out
the letters in the familiar words. I remember the
Lark dressed as a clerk, but what a clerk might be
I did not ask. Other children, who are little now,
will read this book, and remember it well when they
have forgotten a great deal of history and geography.
We do not. know what poets wrote the old Nursery
Rhymes, but certainly some of them were written
down, or even printed, three hundred years ago.
Grandmothers have sung them to their grandchil-
dren, and they again to theirs, for many centuries.
In Scotland an old fellow will take a child on his
knee for a ride, and sing-

This is the way the ladies ride,
Jimp and sma',-"

a smooth ride, then a rough trot,-

This is the way the cadgers ride,
Creels and a'! "


Such songs are sometimes not printed, but they are
never forgotten.
About the people mentioned in this book:-We
do not exactly know who Old King Cole was, but
King Arthur must have reigned some time about
500 to 600 A.D. As a child grows up, he will, if
he is fond of poetry, read thousands of lines about
this Prince, and the Table Round where his Knights
dined, and how four weeping Queens carried him
from his last fight to Avalon, a country where the
apple-trees are always in bloom. But the reader
will never forget the bag-pudding, which "the
Queen next morning fried." Her name was
Guinevere, and the historian says that she "was a
true lover, and therefore made she a good end."
But she had a great deal of unhappiness in her
I cannot tell what King of France went up the
hill with twenty thousand men, and did nothing
when he got there. But I do know who Charley
was that "loved good ale and wine," and also
"loved good brandy," and was fond of a pretty


girl, as sweet as sugar-candy." This was the
banished Prince of Wales, who tried to win back
his father's kingdom more than a hundred years
ago, and gained battles, and took cities, and would
have recovered the throne if his officers had followed
him. But he was as unfortunate as he was brave,
and when he had no longer a chance, perhaps he
did love good ale and wine rather too dearly. As
for the pretty girls, they all ran after him, and he
could, not run away like Georgey Porgey. There
fs plenty of poetry about Charley, as well as about
King Arthur.
About King Charles the First, "upon a black
horse," a child will soon hear at least as much as
he can want, and perhaps his heart "will be ready
to burst," as the rhyme says, with sorrow for the
unhappy King. After he had his head cut off,
'"the Parliament soldiers went to the King," that
is, to his son Charles, and crowned him in his turn,
but he was thought a little too gay. Then we come
to the King "who had a daughter fair, and gave
the Prince of Orange her."


There is another rhyme about him:-

0 what's the rhyme to porringer?
Ken ye the rhyme to porringer ?
King James the Seventh had ae dochter,
And he gave her to an Oranger.

Ken ye how he requited him?
Ken ye how he requited him ?
The lad has into England come,
And ta'en the crown in spite o' him.

The dog, he shall na keep it lang,
To flinch we'll make him fain again;
We'll thing him hie upon a tree,
And James shall have his ain again."

The truth is, that the Prince of Orange and the
King's daughter fair (really a very pretty lady, with
a very ugly husband) were not at all kind to the
King, but turned him out of England. He was
the grandfather of Charley who loved good ale and
wine, and who very nearly turned out King Georgey
Porgey, a German who kissed the girls and made
them cry," as the poet likewise says. Georgey was
not a handsome King, and nobody cared much for
him; and if any poetry was made about him, it was


very bad stuff, and all the world has forgotten it.
He had a son called Fred, who was killed by a
cricket-ball-an honourable death. A poem was
made when Fred died:-
"Here lies Fred,
Who was alive and is dead.
If it had been his father,
I would much rather;
If it had been his brother,
SStill better than another;
If it had been his sister,
SNo one would have missed
n her;
If it had been the whole gene-
So much the better for the
But as it's only Fred,
colyrnght 8r 7
by F. wame er Co. Who was alive and is dead,
Why there's no more to be

This poet seems to have preferred Charley, who
wore a white rose in his bonnet, and was much
handsomer than Fred.
Another rhyme tells about. Jim and George, and
how Jim got George by the nose. This Jim was


Charley's father, and the George whom he "got by
the nose" was Georgey Porgey, the fat German.
Jim was born on June Io; so another song says-

"Of all the days that's in the year,
The Tenth of June to me's most dear,
When our White Roses will appear
To welcome Jamie the Rover."

But, somehow, George really got Jim by the nose,
in spite of what the poet says; for it does not do
to believe all the history in song-books.
After these songs there is not much really useful
information in the Nursery Rhymes. Simple Simon
was not Simon Fraser of Lovat, who was sometimes
on Jim's side, and sometimes on George's, till he
got his head cut off by King George. That Simon
was not simple.
The Babes in the Wood you may. read about here
and in longer poems; for instance, in a book called
"The Ingoldsby Legends." It was their wicked
uncle who lost them in the wood, because he
wanted their money. Uncles were exceedingly bad
long ago, and often smothered their nephews in the



Tower, or put out their eyes with red-hot irons.
But now uncles are the kindest people in the world,
as every child knows.
About Brian O'Lin there is more than this book

"Brian O'Lin had no breeches to wear;
He bought him a sheepskin to make him a pair,
The woolly side out, and the other side in:
'It's pleasant and cool,' says Brian O'Lin."

He is also called Tom o' the Lin, and seems to
have been connected with Young Tamlane, who
was carried away by the Fairy Queen, and brought
back to earth by his true love. Little Jack Horner
lived at a place called Mells, in Somerset, in the
time of Henry VIII. The plum he got was an
estate which had belonged, to the priests. I find
nobody else here about whom history teaches us till
we come to Dr. Faustus. He was not "a very
good man"; that is a mistake, or the poem was
written by a friend of'the Doctor's. In reality he
was a wizard, and raised up Helen of Troy from
the other world, the most beautiful woman who


ever was seen. Dr. Faustus made an agreement
with Bogie, who, after the Doctor had been gay for
a long time, came and carried him off in a flash of
fire. You can read about it all in several books,
when you are a good deal older. Dr. Faustus was
a German, and the best play about him is by a
German poet.
As to Tom the Piper's Son, he was probably the
son of a Highlander, for they were mostly on
Charley's side, who was "Over the hills and far
away." Another song says-
There was a wind, it came to me
Over the south and over the sea,
And it has blown my corn and hay
Over the hills and far away.
But though it left me bare indeed,
And blew my bonnet off my head,
There's something hid in Highland brae,
It has not blown my sword away.
Then o'er the hills and over the dales,
Over all England, and thro' Wales,
The broadsword yet shall bear the sway,
Over the hills and far away "

Tom piped this tune, and pleased, both the girls
and boys.


About the two birds that sat on a stone, on the
"All-Alone Stone," you can read in a book called
"The Water-Babies."
Concerning the Frog that lived in a well, and how
he married a King's daughter and was changed into
a beautiful Prince, there is a fairy tale which an
industrious child ought to read. The frog in the
rhyme is not nearly so lucky.
After these rhymes there come a number of
riddles, of which the answers are given. Then
there are charms, which people used to think would
help in butter-making or would cure diseases. It
is not generally thought now that they are of much
use, but there can be no harm in trying. No-
body will be burned now for saying these charms,
like the poor old witches long ago. The Queen
Anne mentioned on page 172 was the sister of the
other Princess who married the Prince of Orange,
and she was Charley's aunt. She had seventeen
children, and only one lived to be as old as ten
years. He was a nice boy, and had a regiment of


"Hickory Dickory Dock" is a rhyme for count-
ing out a lot of children. The child on whom the
last word falls has to. run after the others in the
game of Tig" or Chevy.'" There is another of
the same kind:-
Musky Dan
Black fish
White trout
Eery, Ory
You are out."

Most of the rhymes in this part of the book are
sung in games and dances by children, and are very
pretty to see and hear. They are very old, too, and
in an old book of travels in England by a Danish
gentleman, he gives one which he heard sung by


children when Charles II. was king. They still
sing it in the North of Scotland.
In this collection there are nonsense songs to sing
to babies to make them fall asleep.
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, on page 207, were
two young ladies in Scotland long ago. The
plague came to Perth, where they lived, so they
built a bower in a wood, far off the town. But
their lovers came to see them in the bower, and
brought the infection of the plague, and- they both
died. There is a little churchyard and a ruined
church in Scotland, where the people who died of
the plague, more than two hundred years ago, were
buried, and we used to believe that if the ground
was stirred, the plague would fly out again, like a
yellow cloud, and kill everybody.
There is a French rhyme like "Blue Eye
Beauty "-
e" Les yeux bleus
Vont aux cieux.
Les yeux gris
Vont a Paradis.
Les yeux noirs
Vont a Purgatoire."

Preface 19

None of the other rhymes seem to be anything
but nonsense, and nonsense is a very good thing in
its way, especially with pictures. Any child who
likes can get Mrs. Markham's "History of England,"
and read about, the Jims, and Georges, and Charleys,
but I scarcely think that such children are very
common. However, the facts about these famous
people are told here shortly, and if there is any
more to be said about Jack and Jill, I am sure I
don't know what it is, or where the hill they sat
on is to be found in the geography books,

Copyright z897 by F. lWarne & Co.

Historical .

Literal and Scholastic

Tales .


Songs. .

Riddles and Paradoxes

Charms and Lullabies

Gaffers and Gammers.


Jingles .

S 29


S 53

S 85

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S 53
S 167













xi. Love and Matrimony

xI. Natural History .

xiii. Accumulative Stories

xiv. Relics .


Index of First Lines

*. 17

S 47


S .. 2~75

~ 279


ColyrigZht 1897 by F. anirce & Co.

Frontispiece-Little Bo-Peep 4
Title-Page 5
Heading to Preface 7
Medallion-Frederic. Wallia Princeps 2.
Tailpiece to Preface 19
Heading to Contents 21
Heading to List of Illustrations 23
Title (Historical) 29
Old King Cole 31
Good King Arthur 33


Over the water to Charley 36
Title (Literal and Scholastic) 41
Great A, little a 43
A was an archer 45
When he whipped them he made them dance 48
Mistress Mary, how does your garden grow ? 50
Title (Tales) .53
The man in the moon 55
There was a crooked man 57
Simple Simon met a pieman 59
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days 61
The lion and the unicorn 6
His bullets were made of lead 64
Went to sea in a bowl 65
He used to wear a long brown coat. 70
Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef 72
He caught fishes in other men's ditches 73
Title (Proverbs) 75
To put 'em out's the only way 77
When the wind is in the east 8o
Then 'tis at the very best 81
Title (Songs) 85
There I met an old man 87
Says t'auld man tit oak tree 9
Whenever they heard they began for to dance 95


Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance 96
So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round" 97
He'll sit in a barn 101
Merry are the bells, and merry do they ring 104
He rode till he came to my Lady Mouse hall 107
Tailpiece I
His mare fell down, and she made her will 115
Three pretty girls were in them then 118
Title (Riddles and Paradoxes) 21
I went to the wood and got it 123
Arthur O'Bower has broken his band .125
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall 29
Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess 133
If all the world was apple-pie 135
The man in the wilderness asked me 137
Here am I, little jumping Joan 140
Title (Charms and Lullabies) 143
Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk 145
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper 146
Where's the peck of pickled pepper 147
Hush-a-bye, baby 149
Home again, come again 151
Title (Gaffers and Gammers) 153
There was an old woman lived under a hill 155
She had so many children she didn't know what to do 159

26 Illustrations

He was dancing a jig .165
Title (Games) 167
There were three jovial Welshnen 169
Here comes a candle to light you to bed .174
The Five Pigs 177
Can I get there by candle-light ? 183
Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day 185
This is the way the ladies ride 187
This is the way the gentlemen ride .187
This is the way the farmers ride 187
Title (Jingles) 189
Went to bed with his trousers on 191
Hey! diddle, diddle 193
The fly shall marry the humble-bee 195
Title (Love and Matrimony) 197
Jack fell down, and broke his crown 199
A little boy and a little girl lived in an alley 201
Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks 203
Jack Sprat could eat no fat 206
Betwixt them both, they lick'd the platter clean .207
There I met a pretty miss 209
Here comes a lusty wooer z 2
Title (Natural History) .. 217
I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff 219
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? 221


Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail
There was a piper, he'd a cow
A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig
Dame, what makes your ducks to die?
Little Tom Tinker's dog
Pussy and I very gently will play
Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home
I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen
Higgley Piggley, my black hen
He's under the hay-cock fast asleep
There I met an old man that would not say hi
She whipped him, she slashed him .
Title (Accumulative Stories).
This is the house that Jack built
The old woman and her pig
Title (Relics) .
Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going ?
What are little boys made of ?
Girls and boys, come out to play
Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town
Barber, barber, shave a pig .
Wished to leap over a high gate .

Heading to Notes .
Heading to Index of First Lines


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prayers 243
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S 275
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Cofiyi'At 897
SF. &~rrE c".

Copyriht 1897 by FV Warnts & Co.

OLD King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

The Nursery Rhyme Book

Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Oh, there's none so rare,
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

WHEN good King Arthur ruled this 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.r

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The Nursery Rhyme Book 35

I HAD a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;
The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me,
And all was because of my little nut-tree.
I skipp'd over water, I danced over sea,
And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.,

T HE King of France, and four thousand men,
They drew their swords, and put them up again.

'IHE King of France went up the hill,
1 With twenty thousand men;
The King of France came down the hill,
And ne'er went up again.

P LEASE to remember
The Fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot. j

OVER the water, and over the sea,
And over the water to Charley;
Charley loves good ale and wine,
And Charley loves good brandy,
And Charley loves a pretty girl,
As sweet as sugar-candy.

Over the water, and over the sea,
And over the water to Charley;
I'll have none of your nasty beef,
Nor I'll have none of your barley;
But I'll have some of your very best flour,
To make a white cake for my Charley.

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AS I was going by Charing Cross,
I saw a black man upon a black horse;
They told me it was King Charles the First;
Oh, dear my heart was ready to burst!

HIGH diddle ding,
Did you hear the bells ring ?
The parliament soldiers are gone to the King !
Some they did laugh, some they did cry,
To see the parliament soldiers pass by.

HECTOR PROTECTOR was dressed all in
Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.
The Queen did not like him,
Nor more did the King;
So Hector Protector was sent back again.

W HAT is the rhyme for poringer?
The King he had a daughter fair,
And gave the Prince of Orange her.

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AS I walked by myself,
And talked to myself,
Myself said unto me,
Look to thyself,
Take care of thyself,
For nobody cares for thee.

I answered myself,
And said to myself,
In the self-same repartee,
Look to thyself, "
Or not look to thyself,
The self-same thing will be.

POOR old Robinson Crusoe !
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat
Of an old nanny goat,

I wonder how they could do so!
With a ring a ting tang,
And a ring a ting tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!

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THERE was a monkey climbed up a tree,
When he fell down, then down fell he.

There was a crow sat on a stone,
When he was gone, then there was none.

There was an old wife did eat an apple,
When she had eat two, she had eat a couple.

There was a horse going to the mill,
When he went on, he stood not still.

There was.a butcher cut his thumb,
When it did bleed, then blood did come.

There was a lackey ran a race,
When he ran fast, he ran apace.

There was a cobbler clouting shoon,
When they were mended, they were done.

There was a chandler making candle,
When he them strip, he did them handle.

There was a navy went into Spain,
When it returned, it came again. ,

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JIM and George were two great lords,
They fought all in a churn;
And when that Jim got George by the nose,
Then George began to girn.

S EE saw, sack-a-day;
Monmouth is a pretie boy,
Richmond is another,
Grafton is my only joy;
And why should I these three destroy,
To please a pious brother !

1 The boys are sons of Charles II. The pious brother is
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G REAT A, little a,
Bouncing B!
The cat's in the cupboard,
And can't see me.

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IF ifs and ands,
Were pots and pans,
There would be no need for tinkers!

T ELL tale, tit!
Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in the town
Shall have a little bit.

BIRCH and green holly, boys,
Birch and green holly.
If you get beaten, boys,
'Twill be your own folly.

OME when you're called,
C Do what you're bid,
Shut the door after you,
Never be chid. i

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WAS an Archer,

and had a great dog.
C was a Captain,
all covered with lace,
D was a Drunkard,
and had a red face.
SE was an Esquire,
St.- .'. with pride on his
'F was a Farmer, and followed the plough.
G was a Gamester, who had but ill luck,
H was a Hunter, and hunted a buck.
I was an Innkeeper, who loved to bouse,
J was a Joiner, and built up a house.
K was King William, once governed this land,
L was a Lady, who had a white hand.
M was a Miser, and hoarded up gold,
N was a Nobleman, gallant and bold.
O was an Oyster Wench, and went about town,
P was a Parson, and wore a black gown.
Q was a Queen, who was fond of good flip,
R was a Robber, and wanted a whip.
S was a Sailor, and spent all he got,

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T was a Tinker, and mended a pot.
U was an Usurer, a miserable elf,
V was a Vintner, who drank all himself.
W was a Watchman, and guarded the door,
X was expensive, and so became poor.
Y was a Youth, that did not love school,
Z was a Zany, a poor harmless fool.

A WAS an apple-pie ;
B bit it;
C cut it;
D dealt it;
E ate it;
F fought for it;
G got it;
H had it;
J joined it;
K kept it;
L longed for it;
M mourned for it;
N nodded at it;
0 opened it;

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P peeped in it;
Q quartered it;
R ran for it;,
S stole it;
T took it;
V viewed it,
W wanted it;
X, Y, Z, and amperse-and,
All wish'd for a piece in hand.

PAT-A-CAKE, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
(So I will, master), as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
Put in the oven for Tommy and me.

M ULTIPLICATION is vexation,
Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice drives me mad.



DOCTOR FAUSTUS was a good man,
He whipt his scholars now and then;
When he whipp'd them he made them dance,
Out of Scotland into France,
Out of France into Spain,
And then he whipp'd them back again! j

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A DILLER, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now you come at noon.

W HEN V and I together-meet,
They make the number Six compleat.
When I with V doth meet once more,
Then 'tis they Two can make but Four.
And when that V from I is gone,
Alas! poor I can make but One.

THIRTY days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year, that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine. /


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MISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle-shells, and silver bells,
And pretty maids all a row.
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IN fir tar is,
In oak none is.
In mud eel is,
In clay--none is.
Goat eat ivy,
Mare eat oats.

C ROSS patch,
Draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup,
And drink it up,
Then call your neighbours in.

I LOVE my love with an A, because he's Agreeable.
I hate him because he's Avaricious.
He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,
And treated me with Apples.
His name's Andrew,
And he lives at Arlington.

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O NE, two,
Buckle my shoe;
.Three, four,
Shut the door;
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,
Maid a-waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,
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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 cold pease-porridge. /

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MY dear, do you know,
How a long time ago,
Two poor little children,
Whose names I don't know,
Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,
And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.

And when it was night,
So sad was their plight,
The sun it went down,
And the moon gave no light.
They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly
And the poor little things, they lay down and died.

And when they were dead,
The Robins so red
Brought strawberry-leaves
And over them spread;
And all the day long
They sung them this song:
"Poor babes in the wood Poor babes in the wood !.
And don't you remember the babes in the wood ? "

T HERE was a crooked man, and he went a
crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
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Q IMPLE SIMON met a pieman,
3 Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware."

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale:
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail! y


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. /

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THERE was a man, and he had nought,
And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney-pot,
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 looked behind- him.


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T HE lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown;
The lion beat the unicorn
All round about the town.

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Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake,
And sent them out of town. d

T HERE was a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sunshiny day,
When a bird, called a snipe,
Flew away with his pipe,
Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.

TOM, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away he run !
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
And Tom went roaring down the street. y

RYAN O'LIN, and his wife, and wife's mother,
They all went over a -bridge together;
The bridge was broken, and they all fell in,
The deuce go with all! quoth Bryan O'Lin.

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THERE was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of


He went to the brook
And saw a little duck,
And he shot it right 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 had shot in the brook,
And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake. /

HREE wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl:
And if the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer., /

DOCTOR FOSTER went to Glo'ster
In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,
And never went there again.
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ROBIN the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,
He ate more meat than fourscore men;
He ate a cow, he ate a calf,
He ate a butcher and a half;
He ate a church, he ate a steeple,
He ate the priest and all the people!
A cow and a calf,
An ox and a half,
A church and a steeple,
And all the good people,
And yet he complained that his stomach wasn't full.

ROBIN and Richard were two pretty men;
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,
Oh brother Richard, the sun's very high:

The bull's in the barn threshing the corn,
The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn,
The cat's at the fire frying of fish,
The dog's in the pantry breaking his dish.


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OLD Mother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.

Mother Goose had a house,
'Twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.

This is her son Jack,
A plain-looking lad,
He is not.very good,
Nor yet very bad.

She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought,
Here, mother, says he,
It will not go for nought.

Jack's goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They'd both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.

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Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.

Jack rode to his mother
The news for to tell;
She called him a good boy,
And said it was well.

Jack sold his gold egg
To a rogue of a Jew,
Who cheated him out of
The half of his due.

Then Jack went a-courting
A lady so gay,
As fair as the lily,
And sweet as the May.

The Jew and the Squire
Came behind his back,
And began to belabour
The sides of poor Jack.

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The old Mother Goose
That instant came in,
And turned her son Jack
Into famed Harlequin.

She then with her wand
Touch'd the lady so fine,
And turned her at once
Into sweet Columbine.

The gold egg into the sea
Was thrown then,-
When Jack jump'd in,
And got the egg back again.

The Jew got the goose,
Which he vow'd he would kill,
Resolving at once
His pockets to fill.

Jack's mother came in,-
And caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back,
Flew up to the moon.

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You'll never see him more;
He used to wear a long brown coat,
That button'd down before. J


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MY lady Wind, my lady Wind,
Went round about the house to find
A chink to get her foot in:
She tried the key-hole in the door,
She tried the crevice in the floor,
And drove the chimney soot in.
And then one night when it was dark,
She blew up such a tiny spark,
That all the house was pothered:
From it she raised up such a flame,
As flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered.
And thus when once, my little dears,
A whisper reaches itching ears,
The same will come, you'll find:
Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
Remember what old nurse has sung
Of busy lady Wind.

PUNCH and Judy
Fought for a pie;
Punch gave Judy
A sad blow on the eye,,

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T AFFY was a.Welshman, Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house and stole a piece
of beef:
I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home;
Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-

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I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin :
I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,
I took up a poker and flung it at his head.'/

SITTLE Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men's ditches.


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ITTLE Jack Horner sat in a-corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb, and he pulled out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I! "

Born on a Monday,-
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday:
This is the end
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O make your candles last for a', -
You wives and maid give ear-o!
To put 'em out's the only way,
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ST. SWITHIN'S day, if thou dost rain,
For forty days it will remain:
St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,
For forty days 'twill rain na mair.

IF wishes were horses,
Beggars would ride;
If turnips were watches,
I would wear one by my side. /

N ATURE requires five,
Custom gives seven!
Laziness takes nine,
And Wickedness eleven. [Hours of Sleep.

SEE a pin and pick it up,
All the day you'll have good luck;
See a pin and let it lay,
Bad luck you'll have all the day! V

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EEDLES and pins, needles and pins,
When a man marries his trouble begins.

OUNCE BUCKRAM, velvet's dear;
Christmas comes but once a year.

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.

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IF you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart to-morrow.


W HEN the wind is in the east,
'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
When the wind is in the north,
The skilful fisher goes not forth;

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When the wind is in the south,
It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;

When the wind is in the west,
Then 'tis at the very best.

H E that would thrive
Must rise at five;
He that hath thriven
May lie till seven;
And he that by the plough would thrive,
Himself must either hold or drive.

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ASWARM of bees in May
SIs worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.

Y EOW mussent sing a' Sunday,
Becaze it is a sin,
But yeow may sing a' Monday
Till Sunday cums agin.

VWon't last half an hour. J/

FOR every evil under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, try and find it;
If there be none, never mind it.


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T HE art of good driving's a paradox quite,
Though custom has proved it so long ;
If you go to the left, you're sure to go right,
If you go to the right, you go wrong:

AS the days lengthen,
So the storms strengthen.

T HE fair maid who, the first of May,
Goes to the fields at break of day,
And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree,
Will ever after handsome be.

RIDAY night's dream,
On the Saturday told,
Is sure to come true,
Be it never so old.

EARLY to bed, and early to rise,
SMakes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

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ONDAY'S bairn is fair of face,
Tuesday's bairn is full of grace,
Wednesday's bairn is full of woe,
Thursday's bairn has far to go,
Friday's bairn is loving and giving,
Saturday's bairn works hard for its living,
But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

F OR want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;
For want of the horse, the rider was lost;
For want of the rider, the battle was lost;
For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost;
And all from the want of a horseshoe nail. /

M ARCH winds and April showers
Bring forth May flowers. J

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O NE misty moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man
Clothed all in leather;

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Clothed all in leather,
With cap under his chin,-
How do you do, and how do you do,
And how do you do again! /

T HE fox and his wife they had a great strife,
They never eat mustard in all their whole life;
They eat their meat without fork or knife,
And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho !

The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;
The stars they were shining, and all things bright;
Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night
For me to go through the town, e-ho !

The fox when he came to yonder stile,
He lifted his lugs and he listened a while !
Oh, ho said the fox, it's but a short mile
From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho !

The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
Who should he see but the farmer's drake;
I love you well for your master's sake,
And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!

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The grey goose she ran round the hay-stack,
Oh, ho.! said the fox, you are very fat;
You'll grease my beard and ride on my back
From this into yonder wee town, e-ho !

Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed,
She opened the casement, and popped out her head;
Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is.dead,
And the fox is gone through the town, oh!

Then the old man got up in. his red cap,
And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;
But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,
And ran through the town, the town, oh !

When he got up to the top of the hill,
He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,
For joy that he was safe
Through the town, oh !

When the fox came back to his den,
He had young ones both nine and ten,
"You're welcome home, daddy, you may go again,
If you bring us such nice meat
From the town, oh !"

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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 buble 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
With my, &c.

I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best
With my, &c.

I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:
With my, &c.

I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;
He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my
With my, &c.


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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 I kenn'd thou.

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POLLY put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
And let's drink tea.

Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again;
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ITTLE BO-PEEP has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave 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 were still a-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.-

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SING a song of sixpence,
A bag full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was open'd,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?
The king was in his coufting-house
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
There came a little blackbird,
And snapt off her nose. /

OHNNY shall have a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair.

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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 is a leg for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.
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? V/

ELSIE MARLEY is grown so fine,
She won't get up to serve the swine,
But lies in bed till eight or nine,
And surely she does take her time.

And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
The wife who sells the barley, honey?
She won't get up to serve her swine,
And do you. ken Elsie Marley, honey?

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TOM he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
But all the tunes that he could play,
Was Over the hills and far away;"

Over the hills, and a great way off,
And the wind will blow my top-knot off.

Now Tom with his pipe made such a
That he pleas'd both the girls and boys,
And they stopped to hear him play
" Over the hills and far away."

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Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they.heard they began for to dance,
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As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"
Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the

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He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs;
He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke;
.-She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
And thenjackass's load was lightened full soon. N

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SONDON 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.

Build it up with silver and gold,
Dance o'er-my Lady Lee;
Build it up with silver and gold,
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.

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