Part 4

And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey? The wife who sells the barley, honey? She won't get up to feed her swine, And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?

Old Grimes is dead, that good old man, We ne'er shall see him more; He used to wear a long brown coat All buttoned down before.

[To be read rapidly.]

Peter Piper picked a peck Of pickled pepper; A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked; If Peter Piper picked a peck Of pickled pepper, Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?

Smiling girls, rosy boys, Come and buy my little toys; Monkeys made of gingerbread, And sugar horses painted red.

My pussy cat Has got the gout, And the rats and mice Can play about.

Brow brinky, Eye winky, Chin choppy, Nose noppy, Cheek cherry, Mouth merry.

Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free, And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!

Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose, Noodle goes your pate, and purple is your nose; Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free, With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

Merry have we met, and merry have we been, Merry let us part, and merry meet again; With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free, And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

Come hither, sweet robin, And be not afraid, I would not hurt even a feather; Come hither, sweet robin, And pick up some bread, To feed you this very cold weather.

I don't mean to frighten you, Poor little thing, And pussy-cat is not behind me; So hop about pretty, And drop down your wing, And pick up some crumbs, And don't mind me.

God bless the master of this house, The mistress bless also, And all the little children That round the table go; And all your kin and kinsmen, That dwell both far and near: I wish you a merry Christmas, And a happy new year.

Little Tom Twig bought a fine bow and arrow, And what did he shoot? why, a poor little sparrow, Oh, fie, little Tom, with your fine bow and arrow, How cruel to shoot at a poor little sparrow.

When Jacky's a very good boy, He shall have cakes and a custard; But when he does nothing but cry, He shall have nothing but mustard.

I love you well, my little brother, And you are fond of me; Let us be kind to one another, As brothers ought to be. You shall learn to play with me. And learn to use my toys; And then I think that we shall be Two happy little boys.

Here we go round the mulberry bush, The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, Here we go round the mulberry bush, On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our hands, Wash our hands, wash our hands, This is the way we wash our hands, On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our clothes, Wash our clothes, wash our clothes, This is the way we wash our clothes, On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we go to school, Go to school, go to school, This is the way we go to school, On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we come out of school, Come out of school, come out of school, This is the way we come out of school, On a cold and frosty morning.

Christmas comes but once a year, And when it comes it brings good cheer.

A sunshiny shower Won't last half an hour.

A carrion crow sat on an oak, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, Watching a tailor shape his coat! Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow. Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.

Wife, bring me my old bent bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, That I may shoot yon carrion crow. Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow. Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.

The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, And shot the miller's sow right through the heart Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow. Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.

Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, For the old miller's sow is in a swoon, Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow. Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.

Speak when you're spoken to, Come when once called; Shut the door after you, And turn to the wall!

Birds of a feather flock together, And so will pigs and swine; Rats and mice will have their choice, And so will I have mine.

Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben, He eat more meat than fourscore men; He eat a cow, he eat a calf, He eat a hog and a half; He eat a church, he eat a steeple, He eat 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 complain'd that his stomach wasn't full.

A glass of milk and a slice of bread, And then good-night, we must go to bed.

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. [A Star]

Monday'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.

This is the House that Jack built This is the Malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the Rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the Cat, that killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the Dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

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 milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the Man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the Priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the Cock that crow'd in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the Farmer who sow'd the corn, That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, that worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

Hiram Gordon, where's your pa? He's gone with Uncle Peter, To put a board across the fence, So that we boys can teeter.

Taffy was a Welchman, Taffy was a thief, Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy wasn't home, Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed, I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.

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 send us some hot in the morn.

1. I went up one pair of stairs, 2. Just like me. 1. I went up two pair of stairs, 2. Just like me. 1. I went into a room, 2. Just like me. 1. I looked out of a window, 2. Just like me. 1. And then I saw a monkey, 2. Just like me.

The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer's day. The Knave of Hearts, He stole the 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 vow'd he'd steal no more.

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A frog he would a-wooing go, Heigho, says Rowley; Whether his mother would let him or no: With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach. Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

So off he set with his opera hat, Heigho, says Rowley; And on the road he met a rat, With a rowley, powley, etc.

"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me," Heigho, says Rowley; "Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?" With a rowley, powley, etc.

When they came to the door at Mousey's hall, Heigho, says Rowley; They gave a loud tap, and they gave a loud call, With a rowley, powley, etc.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?" Heigho, says Rowley; "Yes, kind sirs, and sitting to spin." With a rowley, powley, etc.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, now give us some beer," Heigho, says Rowley; "That Froggy and I am fond of good cheer." With a rowley, powley, etc.

"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?" Heigho, says Rowley; "But let it be something that's not very long." With a rowley, powley, etc.

"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog, Heigho, says Rowley; "A cold has made me as horse as a hog." With a rowley, powley, etc.

"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said, Heigho, says Rowley; "I'll sing you a song that I have just made." With a rowley, powley, etc.

But while they were all a-merrymaking, Heigho, says Rowley; A Cat and her kittens came tumbling in. With a rowley, powley, etc.

The Cat she seized the Rat by the crown, Heigho, says Rowley; The kittens they pulled the little Mouse down. With a rowley, powley, etc.

This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright, Heigho, says Rowley; He took up his hat and he wished them good-night. With a rowley, powley, etc.

As Froggy was crossing it over a brook, Heigho, says Rowley; A lilywhite Duck came and gobbled him up. With a rowley, powley, etc.

So here is an end of one, two three-- Heigho, says Rowley, The Rat, the Mouse, and little Froggy. With a rowley, powley, etc.

Ladies and gentlemen, come to supper, Hot boiled beans and very good butter.

The North Wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then?

He will hop to a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!

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There was an old woman, as I've heard tell, She went to market her eggs for to sell; She went to market all on a market day, And she fell asleep on the king's highway.

By came a peddler, whose name was Stout, He cut her petticoats all round about; He cut her petticoats up to the knees, Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.

"But if it be I, as I hope it be, I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me; If it be I, he'll wag his little tail, And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."

Home went the little woman all in the dark, Up got the little dog, and he began to bark; He began to bark, so she began to cry, "Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I."

When the little old woman first did wake, She began to shiver, and she began to shake; She began to wonder, and she began to cry, "Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I!"

I had four brothers over the sea. Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie. And they each sent a present unto me, Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

The first sent a chicken, without any bones; The second sent a cherry, without any stones, Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

The third sent a book, which no man could read; The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread. Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

How could there be a chicken without any bones? How could there be a cherry without any stones? Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

How could there be a book which no man could read? How could there be a blanket without a thread? Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones, When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones. Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

When the book's in ye press no man it can read; When the wool is on the sheep's back, there is no thread. Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie, Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

Sneeze on Monday, sneeze for danger; Sneeze on Tuesday, kiss a stranger; Sneeze on Wednesday, receive a letter; Sneeze on Thursday, something better; Sneeze on Friday, expect sorrow; Sneeze on Saturday, joy to-morrow.

It costs little Gossip her income for shoes, To travel about and carry the news.

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Here's Sulky Sue, What shall we do? Turn her face to the wall Till she comes to.

Pease porridge hot, Pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot nine days old. Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot nine days old. Spell me _that_ with a P And a clever scholar you will be.

Three little kittens they lost their mittens, And they began to cry, "Oh! mammy dear, We sadly fear, Our mittens we have lost!" "What! lost your mittens, You naughty kittens, Then you shall have no pie." Miew, miew, miew, miew, Miew, miew, miew, miew.

The three little kittens they found their mittens, And they began to cry. "Oh! mammy dear, See here, see here, Our mittens we have found." "What! found your mittens, You little kittens, Then you shall have some pie." Purr, purr, purr, purr, Purr, purr, purr, purr.

The three little kittens put on their mittens, And soon ate up the pie; "Oh! mammy dear, We greatly fear, Our mittens we have soil'd."

"What! soil'd your mittens, You naughty kittens!" Then they began to sigh, Miew, miew, miew, miew, Miew, miew, miew, miew.

The three little kittens they washed their mittens, And hung them up to dry; "Oh! mammy dear, Look here, look here, Our mittens we have wash'd." "What! wash'd your mittens, You darling kittens! But I smell a rat close by! Hush! hush!" Miew, miew, Miew, miew, miew, miew.

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To get her poor Dog a bone; But when she came there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor Dog had none.

She went to the baker's To buy him some bread, But when she came back She thought he was dead.

She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin, But when she came back The sly dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish, To get him some tripe, But when she came back He was smoking his pipe.

She went to the ale-house, To get him some beer, But when she came back The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern, For white wine and red, But when she came back He stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat, But when she came back He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's To buy him a wig, But when she came back He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit, But when she came back He was playing a flute.

She went to the tailor's, To buy him a coat, But when she came back He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's, To buy him some shoes, But when she came back He was reading the news.

She went to the sempstress, To buy him some linen, But when she came back The dog was spinning.

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She went to the hosier's, To buy him some hose, But when she came back He was dress'd in his clothes.

The Dame made a curtsey, The Dog made a bow; The Dame said "Your servant," The Dog said "Bow wow!"

This wonderful Dog Was Dame Hubbard's delight; He could sing, he could dance, He could read, he could write.

She gave him rich dainties Whenever he fed, And erected a monument When he was dead.

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.

A, B, C, tumble down D, The cat's in the cupboard, and can't see me.

A was an Archer, and shot at a frog,

B was a Butcher, and had a great dog.

C was a Captain, all covered with lace,

D was a Dunce, with a very sad face.

E was an Esquire, with pride on his brow,

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 lov'd to bouse,

J was a Joiner, and built up a house.

K was a King, so mighty and grand,

L was a Lady, who had a white hand.

M was a Miser, who hoarded up his gold,

N was a Nobleman, gallant and bold.

O was an Oysterman, and went about town,

P was a Parson, and wore a black gown.

Q was a Quack, with a wonderful pill,

R was a Robber, who wanted to kill.

S was a Sailor, and spent all he got,

T was a Tinker, and mended a pot.

U was a 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 Zan, a poor harmless fool.

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

It's raining, it's pouring, The old man is snoring.

Doctor Foster went to Gloster, In a shower of rain. He stepped in a puddle, Up to the middle, And never went there again.

Who killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin.

Who saw him die? I, said the Fly, With my little eye, I saw him die.

Who caught his blood? I, said the Fish, With my little dish, I caught his blood.

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Who'll make his shroud? I, said the Beetle, With my thread and needle, I'll make his shroud.

Who'll dig his grave? I, said the Owl, With my spade and show'l, I'll dig his grave.

Who'll be the Parson? I, said the Rook, With my little book, I'll be the Parson.

Who'll be the Clerk? I, said the Lark, If it's not in the dark I'll be the Clerk.

Who'll carry him to the grave? I, said the Kite, If it's not in the night, I'll carry him to the grave.

Who'll carry the link? I, said the Linnet, I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link.

Who'll be chief mourner? I, said the Dove, For I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner.

Who'll sing a psalm? I, said the Trush, As she sat in a bush, I'll sing a psalm.

Who'll toll the bell? I, said the Bull, Because I can pull; So, Cock Robin, farewell.

_All the birds of the air Fell a-sighing and sobbin', When they heard the bell toll For Poor Cock Robin._

Upon my word and honor, As I went to Bonner I met a pig, Without a wig, Upon my word and honor.

Little King Boggen he built a fine hall, Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall, The windows were made of black puddings and white, And slated with pancakes,--you ne'er saw the like.

To market, to market, a gallop, a trot, To buy some meat to put in the pot; Five cents a quarter, ten cents a side, If it hadn't been killed, it must have died.

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.

Yankee Doodle went to town Upon a little pony; He stuck a feather in his hat, And called it Macaroni.

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

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 bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; "Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers: "Oh, there's none so rare as can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three."

Rowley Powley, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry; When the girls come out to play Rowley Powley runs away.

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=F= for a fig,

=I= for a jig, and

=N= for knuckle-bones,

=I= for John the waterman, and

=S= for sack of stones.

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Transcriber's Notes:

Page vi, "porgey" changed to "Porgey" (Georgey Porgey, pudding)

Page vi, "Dickory Sackory" changed to "Dickory, sackory" (Dickory, sackory down)

Page x, "Riddle me, riddle me, ree" changed to "Riddle-me, riddle-me, riddle-me-ree".

Page xi, "sacradown, sacradown" changed to "sacaradown, sacaradown".

Page 35, "pickleem" changed to "pickeleem" ("Pickeleem, pickeleem)

Page 49, "fed" changed to "feed" (nor yet feed)

Page 68, end quote added to (Mary so," the eager)

Page 76, final two letters added to "wedding" (when your wedding)

Page 195, final period added to the line "Is never long dry."

Page 165, "cubboard" changed to "cupboard" (cat's in the cupboard)

Page 184, opening quote added to ("That Froggy and I)

One instance each of treetop, tree top and tree-top were retained.

Varied capitalization on the riddle answers was retained.