Part 4

There I met an old man That would not say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, And threw him down stairs.

[Illustration: LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS.]

Little Polly Flinders, Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, And scolded her little daughter, For spoiling her nice new clothes.

[Illustration: DING DONG BELL.]

Ding Dong Bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Tommy Lin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout. What a naughty boy was that, To drown poor little Pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed the mice in his father's barn.

[Illustration: "MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION."]

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

[Illustration: THE DAPPLE-GREY PONY.]

I had a little pony, His name was 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.

[Illustration: OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, SAYS I.]

Old woman, old woman, old woman say 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.

[Illustration: DAME TROT AND HER CAT.]

Dame Trot and her cat Led a peaceable life When they were not troubled With other folks' strife.

When Dame had her dinner Puss near her would wait, And was sure to receive A nice piece from her plate.

[Illustration: SIMPLE SIMON.]

Simple Simon met a pieman 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.

[Illustration: MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD.]

Mary had a pretty bird, With feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs--upon my word, He was a pretty fellow.

The sweetest notes he always sang, Which much delighted Mary; And near the cage she'd ever sit, To hear her own Canary.

[Illustration: IS JOHN SMITH WITHIN?]

Is John Smith within? Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two; Here a nail and there a nail, Tick, tack, too.

[Illustration: GUY FAWKES.]

Please to remember The fifth of November, Gunpowder treason and plot. I know no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.

[Illustration: JACK AND JILL.]

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.

[Illustration: LITTLE FRED.]

When little Fred went to bed, He always said his prayers. He kissed mamma and then papa, And straightway went upstairs.

[Illustration: LITTLE TOM TUCKER.]

Little Tommy Tucker, Sings for his supper. What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it Without e'er a knife? How will he be married Without e'er a wife.

[Illustration: WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID?]

Where are you going, my pretty maid? I'm going a milking, sir, she said. May I go with you, my pretty maid? You're kindly welcome, sir, she said. What is your fortune, my pretty maid? My face is my fortune, sir, she said. Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid. Nobody asked you, sir, she said.

[Illustration: RIDE A COCK-HORSE.]

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see an old lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.

[Illustration: 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 opened The birds began to sing. Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?

The king was in his countinghouse, Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; 'Long came a blackbird And snapt off her nose.

[Illustration: TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON.]

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.

[Illustration: OLD KING COLE.]

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.

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!

[Illustration: FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A SNAIL.]

Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail; The best man among 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 e'en now.

[Illustration: HUSH-A-BY BABY.]

Hush-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman; mother's a queen; Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring, And Johnny's a drummer and drums for the king.