Part 3
Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns, like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all just now.
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Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster, In a shower of rain; He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle, And never went there again.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? Silver bells and cockle-shells, And pretty maids all in a row.
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The man in the moon Came tumbling down, And asked the way to Norwich; He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With eating cold pease porridge.
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a rail, Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail; Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a bridle, With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.
Pit, pat, well-a-day! Little Robin flew away; Where can little Robin be, But up in yon cherry-tree?
Ding, dong, darrow, The cat and the sparrow; The little dog has burnt his tail, And he shall be whipped to-morrow.
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DAME DUCK'S LESSONS TO HER DUCKLINGS.
OLD MOTHER DUCK has hatched a brood Of ducklings, small and callow: Their little wings are short, their down Is mottled grey and yellow.
There is a quiet little stream, That runs into the moat, Where tall green sedges spread their leaves, And water-lilies float.
Close by the margin of the brook The old Duck made her nest, Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass, And down from her own breast.
And there she sat for four long weeks, In rainy days and fine, Until the Ducklings all came out-- Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.
One peeped out from beneath her wing, One scrambled on her back: "That's very rude," said old Dame Duck, "Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!"
"'T is close," said Dame Duck, shoving out The egg-shells with her bill, "Besides, it never suits young ducks To keep them sitting still."
So, rising from her nest, she said, "Now, children, look at me: A well-bred duck should waddle so, From side to side--d'ye see?"
"Yes," said the little ones, and then She went on to explain: "A well-bred duck turns in its toes As I do--try again."
"Yes," said the Ducklings, waddling on. "That's better," said their mother; "But well-bred ducks walk in a row, Straight--one behind another."
"Yes," said the little Ducks again, All waddling in a row: "Now to the pond," said old Dame Duck-- Splash, splash! and in they go.
"Let me swim first," said old Dame Duck, "To this side, now to that; There, snap at those great brown-winged flies, They make young ducklings fat.
"Now when you reach the poultry-yard, The hen-wife, Molly Head, Will feed you, with the other fowls, On bran and mashed-up bread;
"The hens will peck and fight, but mind, I hope that all of you Will gobble up the food as fast As well-bred ducks should do.
"You'd better get into the dish, Unless it is too small; In that case, I should use my foot, And overturn it all."
The Ducklings did as they were bid, And found the plan so good, That, from that day, the other fowls Got hardly any food.
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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.
John Cook he had a little grey mare, hee, haw, hum; Her legs were long and her back was bare, hee, haw, hum.
John Cook was riding up Shooter's Bank, hee, haw, hum; The mare she began to kick and to prank, hee, haw, hum.
John Cook was riding up Shooter's Hill, hee, haw, hum; His mare fell down and made her will, hee, haw, hum.
The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf, hee, haw, hum; If you want any more, you may sing it yourself, hee, haw, hum.
[Illustration: OLD KING COLE.]
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; And he called for his pipe And he called for his glass, And he called for his fiddlers three!
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A Apple Pie.
B bit it.
C cut it.
D dealt it.
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E eat it.
F fought for it.
G got it.
H hid it.
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J jumped for it.
K kept it.
L longed for it.
M mourned for it.
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N nodded at it.
O opened it.
P peeped at it.
Q quartered it.
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R ran for it.
S stole it.
T tried for it.
V viewed it.
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X Y Z &
Amperse-and, All wished for A piece in hand.
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Pussy sits beside the fire. How can she be fair? In walks a little doggy,--Pussy, are you there?
Oh, the rusty, dusty, rusty miller, I'll not change my wife for gold or siller.
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There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, And he found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
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High diddle doubt, my candle's out, My little maid is not at home; Saddle my hog and bridle my dog, And fetch my little maid home.
[Illustration: BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP]
BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP.
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Baa, baa, 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. Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full.]
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Barber, barber, shave a pig. How many hairs will make a wig? Four and twenty; that's enough. Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.
The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown, The Lion beat the Unicorn all round about the town. Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown, Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
Thomas a Tattamus took two T's To tie two tups to two tall trees, To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus. Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.
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Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, They were two bonny lasses, They built a house upon the lea, And covered it o'er with rashes.
Bessy kept the garden gate, And Mary kept the pantry; Bessy always had to wait, While Mary lived in plenty.
LITTLE boy, pretty boy, where were you born? In Lincolnshire, master; come, blow the cow's horn.
[Illustration: HEY, DIDDLE, DIDDLE.]
Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran after the spoon.
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THE YOUNG LINNETS.
DID you ever see the nest Of Chaffinch or of Linnet, When the little downy birds Are lying snugly in it,
Gaping wide their yellow mouths For something nice to eat? Caterpillar, worm, and grub, They reckon dainty meat.
When the mother-bird returns, And finds them still and good, She will give them each, by turns, A proper share of food.
She has hopped from spray to spray, And peeped with knowing eye Into all the folded leaves Where caterpillars lie.
She has searched among the grass, And flown from tree to tree, Catching gnats and flies, to feed Her little family.
I have seen the Linnets chirp, And shake their downy wings: They are pleased to see her come, And pleased with what she brings.
But I never saw them look Impatient for their food: _Somebody_, at dinner-time, Is seldom quite so good.
[Illustration: SEE-SAW, MARGERY DAW.]
See-saw, Margery Daw, Jenny shall have a new master; She shall have but a penny a day, Because she can't work any faster.
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DANCE to your daddy, My little babby; Dance to your daddy, My little lamb. You shall have a fishy, In a little dishy; You shall have a fishy, When the boat comes in.
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun, As fair as the lily, as white as the swan: I send you three letters, so pray you read one. I cannot read one unless I read all; So pray, Master Teddy, deliver the ball.
Little girl, little girl, where have you been? Gathering roses to give to the Queen. Little girl, little girl, what gave she you? She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
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There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, Ninety times as high as the moon; And where she was going, I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I, O whither, O whither, O whither so high? To sweep the cobwebs off the sky! Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.
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When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself, And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf; The rats and the mice did lead me such a life, That I went to London, to get myself a wife.
The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow, I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow, The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall, Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.
Robin and Richard were two pretty men, They lay in bed till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Robin and looks in the sky, "Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high! You go on with bottle and bag, And I'll come after with jolly Jack Nag."
Blow, wind, blow, and go, mill, go, That the miller may grind his corn; That the baker may take it, And into rolls make it, And bring us some hot in the morn.
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Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, And Jack jump over the candlestick.
[Illustration: RIDE A COCK-HORSE.]
Ride a cock-horse To Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady Upon a white horse. Rings on her fingers, Bells on her toes, She shall have music Wherever she goes.
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THE FOX AND THE FARMER.
A FOX jumped up on a moonlight night, The stars were shining, and all things bright; "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's a very fine night For me to go through the town, heigho!"
The Fox when he came to yonder stile, He lifted his ears, and he listened awhile; "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's but a short mile From this unto yonder town, heigho!"
The Fox when he came to the farmer's gate, Whom should he see but the farmer's Drake; "I love you well for your master's sake, And long to be picking your bones, heigho!"
The grey Goose ran right round the haystack. "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "you are very fat; You'll do very well to ride on my back, From this into yonder town, heigho!"
The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed, And out of the window she popped her head; "Oh, husband! oh, husband! the Geese are all dead, For the Fox has been through the town, heigho!"
The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead, And shot the old rogue of a Fox through the head; "Ah, ha!" said the farmer, "I think you're quite dead, And no more you'll trouble the town, heigho!"
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PEASE pudding hot, Pease pudding cold, Pease pudding in the pot, Nine days old.
Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old.
Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.
Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bo-peep, They met together in Gracechurch Street; In and out, in and out, over the way, Oh! says Johnny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.
There was a Rat, for want of stairs, Went down a rope to say his prayers.
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Snail, snail, come put out your horn, To-morrow is the day to shear the corn.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride, If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
[Illustration: HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK.]
Hark, hark, The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town; Some in jags, Some in rags, And some in velvet gown.
One, 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, dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting; Nineteen, twenty, my plate is empty.
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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 horse that galloped up and down; I saddled him, and bridled him, and sent him out of town.
I gave him some garters, to garter up his hose, And a little pocket-handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose.
I have a little sister; they call her Peep, Peep, She wades the water, deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains, high, high, high. Poor little thing! she has but one eye.
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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 his left leg, and threw him down the stairs.]
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Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy, Loves plum-cake and sugarcandy; He brought some at a grocer's shop, And out he came, hop-hop-hop.
If all the world were water, And all the water were ink, What should we do for bread and cheese? What should we do for drink?
Hey, my kitten, my kitten, Hey, my kitten, my deary; Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary.
Here we go up, up, up, Here we go down, down, down; Here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, round.
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I had a little pony; They called him Dapple-grey. 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 now, For all the lady's hire.
See, see. What shall I see? A horse's head where his tail should be.
Pussy cat, Pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the Queen. Pussy cat, Pussy cat, what did you do there? I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
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Little Tommy Tittlemouse Lived in a little house; He caught fishes In other men's ditches.
[Illustration: "THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT."]
THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.
This is the MALT That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the RAT That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the CAT, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the DOG, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the COW with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the MAIDEN all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the MAN all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the PRIEST all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the COCK that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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This is the FARMER who sowed the corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
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Old mother Widdle Waddle jumped out of bed, And out of the casement she popped her head, Crying, "The house is on fire, the grey goose is dead, And the fox has come to the town, oh!"
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Two legs sat upon three legs, With one leg in his lap; In comes four legs, And runs away with one leg; Up jumps two legs, Catches up three legs, Throws it after four legs, And makes him bring one leg back.
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A little boy went into a barn, And lay down on some hay; An owl came out and flew about, And the little boy ran away.
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As I was going up Primrose Hill, Primrose Hill was dirty; There I met a pretty Miss, And she dropped me a curtsey. Little Miss, pretty Miss, Blessings light upon you; If I had half-a-crown a day, I'd spend it all upon you.
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I had a little Hen, the prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, She brought 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.
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There was a little man, and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He shot Johnny King through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head, head, head.
Three straws on a staff, Would make a baby cry and laugh.
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Multiplication is vexation, Division is as bad; The Rule of Three perplexes me, And Practice drives me mad.
Daffy-down-Dilly has come up to town, In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
[Illustration: THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.]
The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.
There were three crows sat on a stone, Fal la, la la lal de, Two flew away, and then there was one, Fal la, la la lal de, The other crow finding himself alone, Fal la, la la lal de, He flew away, and then there was none, Fal la, la la lal de.
[Illustration: "JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL."]
[Illustration: Music:
JACK AND JILL.
1. 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.
2. Up Jack got, and home did trot, As fast as he could caper; Dame Jill had the job to plaister his knob, With vinegar and brown paper.
3. Jill came in and she did grin To see his paper plaister, Mother vex'd did whip her next, For causing Jack's disaster.]
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When 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; 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.
Cry, baby, cry, Put your finger in your eye, And tell your mother it wasn't I.
[Illustration: THE TURTLE-DOVE'S NEST.]
VERY high in the pine-tree, The little Turtle-dove Made a pretty little nursery, To please her little love. She was gentle, she was soft, And her large dark eye Often turned to her mate, Who was sitting close by.
"Coo," said the Turtle-dove, "Coo," said she; "Oh, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove. "And I love THEE." In the long shady branches Of the dark pine-tree, How happy were the Doves In their little nursery!
The young Turtle-doves Never quarrelled in the nest; For they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best. "Coo," said the little Doves. "Coo," said she. And they played together kindly In the dark pine-tree.
In this nursery of yours, Little sister, little brother, Like the Turtle-dove's nest-- Do you love one another? Are you kind, are you gentle, As children ought to be? Then the happiest of nests Is your own nursery.
Peter White Will ne'er go right, Would you know the reason why? He follows his nose Wherever he goes, And that stands all awry.
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He 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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Hush-a-bye, baby, Daddy is near; Mamma is a lady, And that's very clear.
[Illustration: "THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE."]
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do She gave them some broth, without any bread, She whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.
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One, two, three, I love coffee, And Billy loves tea, How good you be. One, two, three, I love coffee, And Billy loves tea.
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There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all, Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly small; A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent, And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
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I had a little hobby horse, And it was dapple grey, Its head was made of pea-straw, Its tail was made of hay. I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without a new coat.
Eggs, butter, cheese, bread, Stick, stock, stone, dead, Stick him up, stick him down, Stick him in the old man's crown.
THE FROG'S CHORUS.
"YAUP, yaup, yaup!" Said the croaking voice of a Frog: "A rainy day In the month of May, And plenty of room in the bog."
"Yaup, yaup, yaup!" Said the Frog as it hopped away: "The insects feed On the floating weed, And I'm hungry for dinner to-day."
"Yaup, yaup, yaup!" Said the Frog, as it splashed about: "Good neighbours all, When you hear me call, It is odd that you do not come out."
"Yaup, yaup, yaup!" Said the Frogs; "it is charming weather; We'll come and sup, When the moon is up, And we'll all of us croak together."
What's the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray? They say the balloon Is gone up to the moon.
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Cross-Patch, Draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup, And drink it up, And call your neighbours in.