Part 4
There was an old Crow Sat upon a clod. There's an end of my song, That's very odd.
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[Illustration: "DING, DONG, BELL."]
Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Tommy Green. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout. What a naughty boy was that, Thus to drown poor Pussy Cat.
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NURSERY RHYME ALPHABET.
A was the Archer who shot at a frog. B was Bo-peep, with her crook and her dog. C was the Cow that jumped over the moon. D was the Dish that ran off with the spoon. E was Elizabeth, Betsey, and Bess. F was the Forest where stood the bird's-nest. G Gaffer Longlegs; downstairs he'd a fall. H Humpty Dumpty that sat on the wall. I was that "_I_" who was going to St. Ives. J Jacky Horner, on plum-pie he thrives. K was King Cole with his fiddlers three. L Little Gold-Hair, peeping, you see. M Mother Hubbard who thought her dog dead. N Little Netticoat, with a red head. O the old Woman "upon market day;" P was the "Pedlar" who passed by that way. Q was the Queen of Hearts, tartlets she makes. R was Red Riding Hood carrying the cakes. S Simple Simon, the pieman beside. T Tommy Tucker, for supper who cried. U was the Unicorn, "beat round the town;" V was Victoria--she fought for her crown. W Whittington, who turned again, Over great London as Lord Mayor to reign. X is a letter that here we can spare. Y "Yankee Doodle," that went to the fair; Z is the Zany who laughed at him there.
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Swan, swan, over the sea; Swim, swan, swim. Swan, swan, back again; Well, swan, swam.
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One misty moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I met a little old man, Clothed all in leather, Clothed all in leather, With a strap below his chin. How do you do? and how do you do? And how do you do again?
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Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John, He went to bed with his stockings on; One shoe off, and one shoe on, Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.
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The old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tub, The dirty clothes to rub, rub, rub; But when they are clean, and fit to be seen, I'll dress like a lady, and dance on the green.
[Illustration: "HICKETY, PICKETY, MY BLACK HEN."]
Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay.
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I'll tell you a story, About John-a-Nory: And now my story's begun. I'll tell you another, About Jack and his brother: And now my story's done.
I LOVE SIXPENCE.
I LOVE sixpence, pretty little sixpence, I love sixpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And took fourpence home to my wife.
Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence, I love fourpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And I took twopence home to my wife.
Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence, I love twopence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And I took nothing home to my wife.
Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing, What will nothing buy for my wife? I have nothing, I spend nothing, I love nothing better than my wife.
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There 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.
[Illustration: "WHEN THE PIE WAS OPENED, THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING."]
[Illustration: Music:
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.
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?]
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THE King was in his counting-house, Counting out his money;
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The Queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey;
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The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; By came a little bird, And snapt off her nose.
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Little Polly Flinders Sate among the cinders Warming her pretty little toes! Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter, For spoiling her nice new clothes.
Great A, little A, Bouncing B, The cat's in the cupboard, And she can't see.
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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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Bat, bat, come under my hat, And I'll give you a slice of bacon, And when I bake I'll give you a cake, If I am not mistaken.
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The North Wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then? Poor thing!
He will hop to a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
[Illustration: THE OLD WOMAN BUYING HER PIG AT MARKET.]
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THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG.
AN old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market, and buy a little pig." As she was coming home, she came to a stile: the piggy would not go over the stile.
She went a little farther, and she met a dog. So she said to the dog--
"Dog, dog, bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the dog would not.
She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she said--
"Stick, stick, beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile, And I shan't get home to-night."
But the stick would not.
She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said--
"Fire, fire, burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the fire would not.
She went a little farther, and she met some water. So she said--
[Illustration: "FIRE, FIRE, BURN STICK."]
"Water, water, quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the water would not.
She went a little farther, and she met an ox. So she said--
"Ox, ox, drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the ox would not.
She went a little farther, and she met a butcher. So she said--
"Butcher, butcher, kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick;
[Illustration: "BUTCHER, BUTCHER, KILL OX."]
Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the butcher would not.
She went a little farther, and she met a rope. So she said--
"Rope, rope, hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the rope would not.
She went a little farther, and she met a rat. So she said--
"Rat, rat, gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water;
[Illustration: "RAT, RAT, GNAW ROPE."]
Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the rat would not. She went a little farther, and she met a cat. So she said--
"Cat, cat, kill rat; Rat won't gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the cat said to her, "If you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat." So away went the old woman to the cow, and said--
[Illustration: "COW, COW, GIVE ME A SAUCER OF MILK."]
"Cow, cow, give me a saucer of milk; Cat won't kill rat; Rat won't gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the cow said to her, "If you will go to yonder haymakers, and fetch me a wisp of hay, I'll give you the milk." So away the old woman went to the haymakers, and said--
"Haymakers, give me a wisp of hay; Cow won't give me milk; Cat won't kill rat; Rat won't gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire;
[Illustration: "HAYMAKERS, GIVE ME A WISP OF HAY."]
Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."
But the haymakers said to her,--"If you will go to yonder stream, and fetch us a bucket of water, we'll give you the hay." So away the old woman went; but when she got to the stream, she found the bucket was full of holes. So she covered the bottom with pebbles, and then filled the bucket with water, and away she went back with it to the haymakers; and they gave her a wisp of hay.
As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman the milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat. As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk--
The cat began to kill the rat; The rat began to gnaw the rope; The rope began to hang the butcher; The butcher began to kill the ox; The ox began to drink the water; The water began to quench the fire; The fire began to burn the stick; The stick began to beat the dog; The dog began to bite the pig;
[Illustration: "THE CAT BEGAN TO KILL THE RAT."]
The little pig in a fright jumped over the stile; And so the old woman got home that night.
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DICKERY, DICKERY, DOCK.
Dickery, dickery, dock! The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, and down the mouse ran, Dickery, dickery, dock!]
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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.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddle, If ever thou mean to thrive. Nay, I'll not give my fiddle To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I'm gone mad; For many a joyful day My fiddle and I have had.
[Illustration: "TOMMY KEPT A CHANDLER'S SHOP."]
Tommy kept a chandler's shop, Richard went to buy a mop, Tommy gave him such a whop, That sent him out of his chandler's shop.
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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.
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Please to remember the fifth of November, The Gunpowder treason plot; I see no reason why Gunpowder treason, Should ever be forgot. A stick and a stake for Victoria's sake, Hollo, boys! hollo, boys! God save the Queen.
Leg over leg, As the dog went to Dover, When he came to a stile, Jump he went over.
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Ladybird, Ladybird, Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children will burn.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I caught a hare alive; 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, I let her go again.
This is the way the ladies go-- Nim, nim, nim. This is the way the gentlemen go-- Trot, trot, trot. This is the way the hunters go-- Gallop, gallop, gallop.
[Illustration: "THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF TOBAGO."]
There was an old man of Tobago, Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago; Till, much to his bliss,
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His physician said this-- "To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."
Little Miss Muffett She sat on a tuffett, Eating of curds and whey; There came a little spider, Who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffett away.
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As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, Were walking out one Sunday, Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, Wilt marry me on Monday?
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The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire, The mistress snored loud as a pig, Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire, And struck up a bit of a jig.
Here am I, Little jumping Joan, When nobody's with me, I'm always alone.
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GOOD DOBBIN.
OH! thank you, good Dobbin, you've been a long track, And have carried papa all the way on your back; You shall have some nice oats, faithful Dobbin, indeed, For you've brought papa home to his darling with speed.
The howling wind blew, and the pelting rain beat, And the thick mud has covered his legs and his feet, But yet on he galloped in spite of the rain, And has brought papa home to his darling again.
The sun it was setting a long while ago, And papa could not see the road where he should go, But Dobbin kept on through the desolate wild, And has brought papa home again safe to his child.
Now go to the stable, the night is so raw, Go, Dobbin, and rest your old bones on the straw; Don't stand any longer out here in the rain, For you've brought papa home to his darling again.
[Illustration: "AWAY WENT GILPIN, AND AWAY WENT POSTBOY AT HIS HEELS."]
THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN.
SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN.
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he, Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
"To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the "Bell" at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair.
"My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we."
He soon replied, "I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done.
"I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go."
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear."
John Gilpin kissed his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find, That though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind.
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The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed, Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folks so glad! The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again.
For saddletree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more.
'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came downstairs, "The wine is left behind!"
"Good lack!" quoth he, "yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise."
Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, And keep it safe and sound.
Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true.
Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed.
But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat.
"So, fair and softly!" John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got, Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig;
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He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig.
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away.
Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, "Well done!" As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin--who but he? His fame soon spread around: "He carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound!"
And still as fast as he drew near, 'Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike-men Their gates wide open threw.
And now, as he went bowing down His reeking head full low, The bottles twain behind his back Were shattered at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made the horses flanks to smoke As they had basted been.
But still he seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced; For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist.
Thus all through merry Islington These gambols he did play, Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay;
And there he threw the wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play.
At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride.
"Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--Here's the house!" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;" Said Gilpin--"So am I!"
But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there; For why?--his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware.
So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong; So did he fly--which brings me to The middle of my song.
Away went Gilpin out of breath And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's, His horse at last stood still.
The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him:
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"What news? what news? your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall-- Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?"
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke:
"I came because your horse would come: And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, They are upon the road."
The calender, right glad to find His friend in merry pin, Returned him not a single word, But to the house went in;
Whence straight he came with hat and wig, A wig that flowed behind, A hat not much the worse for wear, Each comely in its kind.
He held them up, and in his turn Thus showed his ready wit, "My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit.
"But let me scrape the dirt away, That hangs upon your face;
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And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case."
Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware."
So turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine."
Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; For while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig: He lost them sooner than at first, For why--they were too big.
Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw Her husband posting down Into the country far away, She pulled out half-a-crown;
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And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the "Bell," "This shall be yours when you bring back My husband safe and well."
The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain; Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein;
But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the road, Thus seeing Gilpin fly, With postboy scampering in the rear, They raised the hue and cry.
"Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!" Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike-gates again Flew open in short space;
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The toll-men thinking, as before, That Gilpin rode a race.
And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town; Nor stopped till where he had got up, He did again get down.
Now let us sing, Long live the King, And Gilpin, long live he; And when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see.
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark: How could he see where to go, If you did not twinkle so?
In the dark blue sky you keep, Often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.