Chapter I: Front Matter

MOTHER GOOSE'S

NURSERY RHYMES

A collection of
_Alphabets, Rhymes, Tales, and Jingles_

With Illustrations
BY
SIR JOHN GILBERT, R.A., JOHN TENNIEL, HARRISON WEIR,
WALTER CRANE, W. McCONNELL, J. B. ZWECKER
AND OTHERS

London
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS
THE BROADWAY, LUDGATE
NEW YORK: 416 BROOME STREET
1877

CONTENTS.

_Page_
A Apple Pie 156
A B C, Tumble down D 286
A Carrion Crow sat on an Oak 120
A Diller, a Dollar, a Ten o'Clock Scholar 257
A Farmer went Trotting upon his Grey Mare 292
A little Boy went into a Barn 207
A little Cock Sparrow sat on a Tree 309
A Man of Words and not of Deeds 295
A Man went Hunting at Reigate 47
A-milking, a-milking, my Maid 140
Apple-Pie, Pudding, and Pancake 288
As I was going along, long, long 140
As I was going up Pippin Hill 297
As I was going up Primrose Hill 207
As I was going to St. Ives 318
As I went to Bonner 60
As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks 264
At the Siege of Belleisle I was there all the while 141
Away, Birds, away! 118

Baa, baa, Black Sheep (_Music_) 170
Barber, Barber, shave a Pig 172
Bat, Bat, come under my Hat 241
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray 173
Bless you, bless you, bonny Bee 308
Blow, Wind, blow, and go, Mill, go 183
Bow-wow-wow 304
Boys and Girls, come out to Play 14
Brow, brow, brinkie 61
Bye, Baby Bunting 141

Charley, Charley, stole the Barley 285
Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-Head 144
Cross-Patch, draw the Latch 223
Cry, Baby, cry 214
Curly-Locks, Curly-Locks, wilt thou be mine? 188

Daffy-Down-dilly has come up to Town 209
Dame Duck's Lessons to her Ducklings 150
Dance a Baby Diddit 141
Dance to your Daddy 180
Death and Burial of poor Cock Robin 79
Deedle, deedle, Dumpling, my Son John 228
Dickery, Dickery, Dock (_Music_) 256
Dickery, Dickery, Dare 58
Ding, Dong, Bell 224
Ding, Dong, Darrow 149
Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster 148

Early to Bed and Early to Rise 297
Eggs, Butter, Cheese, Bread 221
Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess 286

For every Evil under the Sun 300
Four and Twenty Tailors went to kill a Snail 148
Freddie in the Cherry-Tree 111
Frog he would a-wooing go 124
Frog's (The) Chorus 222

Georgie Porgie (_Music_) 289
Good Dobbin 265
Good King Arthur 51
Goosey, Goosey, Gander (_Music_) 193
Go to Bed first, a Golden Purse 318
Great A, Little A 239

Handy, Spandy, Jack-a-Dandy 194
Hark, hark, the Dogs do bark 190
Here am I, little Jumping Joan 264
Here we go up, up, up 194
He that would Thrive 217
Hey, diddle, diddle 174
Hey, my Kitten, my Kitten 194
Hickety, Pickety, my Black Hen 230
High Diddle Ding 135
High diddle doubt, my Candle's out 169
Hot Cross Buns 52
Humpty Dumpty sat on a Wall (_Music_) 48
Hush-a-bye, Baby 217
Hush-a-bye, Baby, lie still with thy Daddy 294
Hush Baby, my Doll, I pray you don't cry 61

If all the World were Water 194
If Wishes were Horses, Beggars would ride 189
If you are to be a Gentleman 61
I had a little Dog, they called him Buff 119
I had a little Hen, the prettiest ever seen 208
I had a little Hobby-Horse 221
I had a little Husband no bigger than my Thumb 192
I had a little Pony 195
I have a little Sister they call her Peep, Peep 192
I'll tell you a Story 231
I love Sixpence 232
I love little Pussy 290
I saw a Ship a-sailing 129
Is John Smith within? 153

Jack and Jill went up the Hill (_Music_) 212
Jack be Nimble 183
Jack Sprat could eat no Fat 60
Jack Sprat had a Cat 119
Jack Sprat's Pig 308
Jacky, come give me thy Fiddle 257
Jenny shall have a new Bonnet 305
John Cook he had a little Grey Mare 153
John Gilpin 266

Ladybird, Ladybird 261
Leg over Leg 261
"Let us go to the Woods," says this Pig 304
Little Betty Blue 294
Little Blue Betty lived in a Lane 123
Little Bo-Peep (_Music_) 312
Little Boy Blue 136
Little Boy, pretty Boy, where were you born? 173
Little Girl, little Girl, where have you been? 180
Little Jack Horner (_Music_) 80
Little Miss Muffett 263
Little Nancy Etticote 123
Little Polly Flinders 239
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a Rail 149
Little Tommy Tittlemouse 195
Little Tom Tucker (_Music_) 146

Margery Mutton-Pie and Johnny Bo-Peep 188
Marriage of Cock Robin and Jenny Wren 84
Mary had a pretty Bird 122
Mary, Mary, quite contrary 148
Molly, my Sister, and I fell out 59
Mr. Isbister and Betsy his Sister 311
Multiplication is Vexation 209
My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind 303
My little Old Man and I fell out 288

Needles and Pins, Needles and Pins 300
Nievie, Nievie, Nicknack 306
Nursery Rhyme Alphabet 226

Oh, Mother, I'm to be Married to Mr. Punchinello 306
Oh, the Rusty, Dusty, Rusty Miller 168
Old Father Grey Beard 140
Old King Cole 154
Old Mother Goose 9
Old Mother Hubbard 64
Old Mother Widdle-Waddle 206
Old Woman, Old Woman, shall we go a-Shearing? 298
One misty, moisty Morning 228
One, Two, buckle my Shoe 191
One, Two, Three 219
One, Two, Three, Four, Five 261

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Baker's Man 299
Pease Pudding Hot 188
Peter White will ne'er go right 217
Pit, pat, well-a-day! 149
Pitty Patty Polt 61
Please to remember the Fifth of November 260
Poor Dog Bright 296
Poor old Robinson Crusoe 240
Pussy Cat ate the Dumplings 299
Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, where have you been? 195
Pussy sits beside the Fire 168

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the Sun 180

Rain, Rain, go away 309
Rain, Rain, go to Spain 307
Ride a Cock-Horse 184
Robin and Richard were two pretty Men 183

See a Pin and pick it up 259
See-saw, Margery Daw 178
See, see, what shall I see? 195
Simple Simon (_Music_) 112
Sing a Song of Sixpence (_Music_) 234
Snail, Snail, come out of your Hole 141
Snail, Snail, come put out your Horn 189
Solomon Grundy 59
Some little Mice sat in a Barn 320
Swan, Swan, over the Sea 228

Taffy was a Welshman 291
The Barber shaved the Mason 63
The Cat sat asleep by the side of the Fire 264
The Cock doth Crow 119
The Cuckoo's a bonny Bird 298
The Fox and the Farmer 186
The great Brown Owl 145
The House that Jack built 196
The King of France went up the Hill 119
The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the Crown 172
The Man in the Moon 149
The North Wind doth blow 241
The Old Woman and her Pig 242
The Old Woman must stand at the Tub, Tub, Tub 229
The Queen of Hearts 210
There was a Crooked Man 169
There was a Fat Man of Bombay 233
There was a Jolly Miller 56
There was a little Man and he had a little Gun 209
There was a Monkey climbed up a Tree 82
There was an Old Crow 223
There was an Old Man of Tobago 262
There was an Old Woman, and what do you think? 319
There was an Old Woman as I've heard tell 134
There was an Old Woman called Nothing-at-all 220
There was an Old Woman lived under a Hill 139
There was an Old Woman tossed up in a Basket 181
There was an Old Woman who lived in a Shoe 218
There was an Owl lived in an Oak 50
There was a Rat, for want of Stairs 188
There were Three Crows sat ona Stone 211
The Robin Redbreasts 138
The Rose is Red, the Violet's Blue 310
The Turtle Dove's Nest 215
The Waves on the Sea-shore 83
The Wonderful Derby Ram 302
The Young Linnets 176
This is the way the Ladies go 261
Thomas a Tattamus took two T's 172
Three Children sliding on the Ice 301
Three Straws on a Staff 209
Three Wise Men of Gotham 135
To make your Candles last for aye 144
To Market, to Market, a gallop, a trot 288
To Market, to Market, to buy a Fat Pig 52
Tommy kept a Chandler's Shop 258
Tom Thumb's Alphabet 15
Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son (_Music_) 130
Twinkle, twinkle, little Star 284
Two Legs sat upon Three Legs 206

Up Hill and down Dale 287
Up Hill, spare me 307

Valentine, oh, Valentine 311

Walrus (The) and the Carpenter 42
We are all in the Dumps 139
We'll go a-shooting 310
What's the News of the Day? 223
When I was a Bachelor, I lived by myself 182
When Little Fred went to Bed 308
When the Wind is in the East 214
Where are you going to, my pretty Maid? 62
Who Stole the Bird's Nest? 53
Willy Boy, Willy Boy, where are you going? 118

Young Lambs to sell, Young Lambs to sell 142
You shall have an Apple 294

MOTHER GOOSE'S NURSERY RHYMES.

OLD MOTHER GOOSE.

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.

Jack found one fine 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.

And then the gold egg
Was thrown into the sea,

When Jack he jumped in,
And got it back presently.

The Jew got the goose,
Which he vowed 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.

BOYS and girls, come out to play,
The moon does shine as bright as day,
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
And meet your playfellows in the street;
Come with a whoop, and come with a call,
And come with a good will, or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A halfpenny loaf will serve us all.
You find milk and I'll find flour,
And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER.[A]

THE sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it _would_ be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer there came none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

--LEWIS CARROLL.

[A] By permission of the Author.

A man went hunting at Reigate,
And wished to jump over a high gate;
Says the owner, "Go round,
With your horse and your hound,
For you never shall leap over my gate."

[Music:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king's horses,
and all the king's men,
Couldn't set Humpty Dumpty up again.]

There was an Owl lived in an oak,
Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;
And all the words he ever spoke
Were Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle.
A sportsman chanced to come that way,
Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;
Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,
So Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle!"

GOOD KING ARTHUR.

WHEN good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly King;
He bought three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the King did make,
And stuffed 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.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.

Hot cross buns, hot cross buns,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.
If your daughters don't like them,
Give them to your sons,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.

WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S-NEST?

TO-WHIT! to-whit! to-whee!
Will you listen to me?
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made?

Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!
Such a thing I'd never do.
I gave you a wisp of hay,
But did not take your nest away;
Not I, said the cow, moo-oo!
Such a thing I'd never do.

Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link!
Now, what do you think?
Who stole a nest away
From the plum-tree to-day?

Not I, said the dog, bow-wow!
I wouldn't be so mean, I vow.
I gave some hairs the nest to make,
But the nest I did not take;
Not I, said the dog, bow-wow!
I would not be so mean, I vow.

Coo-coo! coo-coo! coo-coo!
Let me speak a word or two:
Who stole that pretty nest
From little Robin Redbreast?

Not I, said the sheep; oh, no,
I would not treat a poor bird so;
I gave the wool the nest to line,
But the nest was none of mine.
Baa! baa! said the sheep; oh, no!
I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.

Caw! caw! cried the crow,
I should like to know
What thief took away
A bird's-nest to-day.

Chuck! chuck! said the hen,
Don't ask me again;
Why, I haven't a chick
Would do such a trick.
We all gave her a feather,
And she wove them together.
I'd scorn to intrude
On her and her brood.
Chuck! chuck! said the hen,
Don't ask me again.

Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr!
We will make a great stir.
Let us find out his name,
And all cry--For shame!

A little boy hung down his head,
And went and hid behind the bed;
For he stole that pretty nest
From little Robin Redbreast;
And he felt so full of shame
He did not like to tell his name.

There was a jolly miller
Lived on the river Dee:
He worked and sang from morn till night,
No lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song
For ever used to be--
I care for nobody--no! not I,
Since nobody cares for me.

Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air;
The man in brown soon brought him down,
Dickery, dickery, dare.

Molly, my sister, and I fell out,
And what do you think it was about?
She loved coffee, and I loved tea,
And that was the reason we couldn't agree.

Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Very ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday.
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
And so betwixt them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.

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

Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by;
Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,
Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart.

Pitty Patty Polt,
Shoe the wild colt;
Here a nail,
And there a nail,
Pitty Patty Polt.

Brow, brow, brinkie,
Eye, eye, winkie,
Mouth, mouth, merry,
Cheek, cheek, cherry,
Chin chopper, chin chopper,
&c.

If you are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you'll be,
You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.

"Where are you going to, my pretty maid?"
"I am going a-milking, sir," she said.
"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"
"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.
"What is your father, my pretty maid?"
"My father's a farmer, 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.

The barber shaved the mason,
And as I suppose
Cut off his nose,
And popped it in the basin.

OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG.

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
The poor Dog was dead.

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

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

She went to the alehouse
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
The Dog 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 the 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 a-spinning.

She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose,
But when she came back
He was dressed 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.

LITTLE JACK HORNER.

_Allegretto._

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

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 ate two, she had ate a couple.

There was a horse going to the mill;
When he went on, he didn't stand still.

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

There was a jockey ran a race;
When he ran fast, he ran apace.

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

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

THE WAVES ON THE SEA-SHORE.

ROLL on, roll on, you restless waves,
That toss about and roar;
Why do you all run back again
When you have reached the shore?

Roll on, roll on, you noisy waves,
Roll higher up the strand;
How is it that you cannot pass
That line of yellow sand?

"We may not dare," the waves reply:
"That line of yellow sand
Is laid along the shore to bound
The waters and the land.

"And all should keep to time and place,
And all should keep to rule,
Both waves upon the sandy shore,
And little boys at school."

THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.

IT was on a merry time,
When Jenny Wren was young,
So neatly as she danced,
And so sweetly as she sung,--

Robin Redbreast lost his heart:
He was a gallant bird;
He doffed his hat to Jenny,
And thus to her he said:

"My dearest Jenny Wren,
If you will but be mine,
You shall dine on cherry-pie,
And drink nice currant-wine.

"I'll dress you like a goldfinch,
Or like a peacock gay;
So if you'll have me, Jenny,
Let us appoint the day."

Jenny blushed behind her fan,
And thus declared her mind:
"Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,--
I take your offer kind;

"Cherry-pie is very good,
So is currant-wine;
But I'll wear my russet gown,
And never dress too fine."

Robin rose up early,
At the break of day;
He flew to Jenny Wren's house,
To sing a roundelay.

He met the Cock and Hen,
And bade the Cock declare,
This was his wedding-day
With Jenny Wren the fair.

The Cock then blew his horn,
To let the neighbours know
This was Robin's wedding-day,
And they might see the show.

At first came Parson Rook,
With his spectacles and band;
And one of Mother Hubbard's books
He held within his hand.

Then followed him the Lark,
For he could sweetly sing,
And he was to be the clerk
At Cock Robin's wedding.

He sang of Robin's love
For Little Jenny Wren;
And when he came unto the end,
Then he began again.

The Goldfinch came on next,
To give away the Bride;
The Linnet, being bridesmaid,
Walked by Jenny's side;

And as she was a-walking,
Said, "Upon my word,
I think that your Cock Robin
Is a very pretty bird."

The Blackbird and the Thrush,
And charming Nightingale,
Whose sweet "jug" sweetly echoes
Through every grove and dale;

The Sparrow and Tomtit,
And many more, were there;
All came to see the wedding
Of Jenny Wren the fair.

The Bullfinch walked by Robin,
And thus to him did say,
"Pray mark, friend Robin Redbreast,
That Goldfinch dressed so gay:

"What though her gay apparel
Becomes her very well,
Yet Jenny's modest dress and look
Must bear away the bell."

Then came the Bride and Bridegroom;
Quite plainly was she dressed,
And blushed so much, her cheeks were
As red as Robin's breast.

But Robin cheered her up;
"My pretty Jen," said he,
"We're going to be married,
And happy we shall be."

"Oh, then," says Parson Rook,
"Who gives this maid away?"
"I do," says the Goldfinch,
"And her fortune I will pay:

"Here's a bag of grain of many sorts,
And other things beside:
Now happy be the bridegroom,
And happy be the bride!"

"And will you have her, Robin,
To be your wedded wife?"
"Yes, I will," says Robin,
"And love her all my life!"

"And you will have him, Jenny,
Your husband now to be?"
"Yes, I will," says Jenny,
"And love him heartily!"

Then on her finger fair
Cock Robin put the ring;
"You're married now," says Parson Rook,
While the Lark aloud did sing:

"Happy be the bridegroom,
And happy be the bride!
And may not man, nor bird, nor beast,
This happy pair divide!"

The birds were asked to dine,
Not Jenny's friends alone,
But every pretty songster
That had Cock Robin known.

They had a cherry-pie,
Besides some currant-wine,
And every guest brought something,
That sumptuous they might dine.

Now they all sat or stood,
To eat and to drink;
And every one said what
He happened to think.

They each took a bumper,
And drank to the pair,
Cock Robin the bridegroom,
And Jenny the fair.

The dinner-things removed,
They all began to sing;
And soon they made the place
Near a mile round to ring.

The concert it was fine;
And every bird tried
Who best should sing for Robin,
And Jenny Wren the bride.

When in came the Cuckoo,
And made a great rout;
He caught hold of Jenny,
And pulled her about.

Cock Robin was angry,
And so was the Sparrow,
Who fetched in a hurry
His bow and his arrow.

His aim then he took,
But he took it not right;
His skill was not good,
Or he shot in a fright;

For the Cuckoo he missed,
But Cock Robin he killed!--
And all the birds mourned
That his blood was so spilled.

THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR COCK ROBIN.

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

This is the Sparrow,
With his bow and arrow.

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

This is the little Fly
Who saw Cock Robin die.

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

This is the Fish,
That held the dish.

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

This is the Beetle,
With his thread and needle.

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

This is the Owl,
With his spade and show'l.

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

This is the Rook,
Reading his book.

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

This is the Lark,
Saying "Amen" like a 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.

This is the Kite,
About to take flight.

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

This is the Linnet,
And a link with fire in it.

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

This is the Dove,
Who Cock Robin did love.

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

This is the Thrush,
Singing psalms from a bush.

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

This is the Bull
Who the bell-rope did pull.

All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For Poor Cock Robin.

FREDDIE AND THE CHERRY-TREE.

FREDDIE saw some fine ripe cherries
Hanging on a cherry-tree,
And he said, "You pretty cherries,
Will you not come down to me?"

"Thank you kindly," said a cherry,
"We would rather stay up here;
If we ventured down this morning,
You would eat us up, I fear."

One, the finest of the cherries,
Dangled from a slender twig;
"You are beautiful," said Freddie,
"Red and ripe, and oh, how big!"

"Catch me," said the cherry, "catch me,
Little master, if you can."
"I would catch you soon," said Freddie,
"If I were a grown-up man."

Freddie jumped, and tried to reach it,
Standing high upon his toes;
But the cherry bobbed about,
And laughed, and tickled Freddie's nose.

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."]

He went to catch a dickey-bird,
And thought he could not fail,
Because he'd got a little salt
To put upon his tail.

He went to take a bird's nest,
Was built upon a bough:
A branch gave way, and Simon fell
Into a dirty slough.

He went to shoot a wild duck,
But wild duck flew away;
Says Simon, "I can't hit him,
Because he will not stay."

Simple Simon went a-hunting,
For to catch a hare,
He rode an ass about the streets,
But couldn't find one there.

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

He went for to eat honey
Out of the mustard-pot,
He bit his tongue until he cried,
That was all the good he got.

He went to ride a spotted cow,
That had a little calf,
She threw him down upon the ground,
Which made the people laugh.

Once Simon made a great snowball,
And brought it in to roast;
He laid it down before the fire,
And soon the ball was lost.

He went to slide upon the ice,
Before the ice would bear;
Then he plunged in above his knees,
Which made poor Simon stare.

He washed himself with blacking-ball,
Because he had no soap;
Then said unto his mother,
"I'm a beauty now, I hope."

Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.

He went for water in a sieve,
But soon it all ran through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu.

Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
I will go with you, if I may.
I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing,
I am going to see them make the hay.

Away, Birds, away!
Take a little, and leave a little,
And do not come again;
For if you do,
I will shoot you through,
And then there will be an end of you.

I had a little dog, they called him Buff,
I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;
But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff,
So take that cuff, and that's enough.

The Cock doth crow
To let you know,
If you be wise,
'T is time to rise.

Jack Sprat
Had a cat,
It had but one ear,
It went to buy butter,
When butter was dear.

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

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

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

The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi 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, hi ding do!

Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi 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, hi ding do!

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

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

Little Blue Betty lived in a lane,
She sold good ale to gentlemen:
Gentlemen came every day,
And Little Blue Betty hopped away;
She hopped upstairs to make her bed,
And she tumbled down, and broke her head.

[A CANDLE.]

Little Nancy Etticote,
In a white petticoat,
With a red nose;
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.

A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO.

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 with a rat.
With a rowley powley, &c.

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

When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,
Heigho, says Rowley,
They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.
With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"
Heigho, says Rowley,
"Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."
With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?
Heigho, says Rowley,
For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."
With a rowley powley, &c.

"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, &c.

"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,
Heigho, says Rowley,
"A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."
With a rowley powley, &c.

"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, &c.

But while they were all a merry-making,
Heigho, says Rowley,
A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.
With a rowley powley, &c.

The cat she seized the rat by the crown;
Heigho, says Rowley,
The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.
With a rowley powley, &c.

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, &c.

But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,
Heigho, says Rowley,
A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.
With a rowley powley, &c.

So there was an end of one, two, and three,
Heigho, says Rowley,
The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!
With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING.