Chapter I: Part 1

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NATIONAL RHYMES OF THE NURSERY

NATIONAL RHYMES OF THE NURSERY

It is a good many years since Peacock, in one of those curiously ill-tempered and not particularly happy attacks on the Lake poets, with which he chose to diversify his earlier novels, conceived, as an ornament of "Mainchance Villa," a grand allegorical picture, depicting the most famous characters of English Nursery Tales, Rhymes, &c.--Margery Daw, Jack and Jill, the other Jack who built the House, the chief figures of "that sublime strain of immortal genius" called _Dickory Dock_, and the third Jack, Horner, eating a symbolic Christmas pie. At the date of _Melincourt_, in which this occurs, its even then admirable author was apt to shoot his arrows rather at a venture; and it may be hoped, without too much rashness, that he did not mean to speak disrespectfully of the "sublime strain of immortal genius" itself, but only of what he thought Wordsworth's corrupt following of that and similar things.

Nevertheless, if he had lived a little longer, or if (for he lived quite long enough) he had been in the mind for such game, he might have found fresh varieties of it in certain more modern handlings of the same subject. Since the Brothers Grimm founded modern folklore, it has required considerable courage to approach nursery songs and nursery tales in any but a spirit of the severest "scientism," which I presume to be the proper form for the method of those who call themselves "scientists." We have not only had investigations--some of them by no means unfruitful or uninteresting investigations--into certain things which are, or may be, the originals of these artless compositions in history or in popular manners. We have not only had some of their queer verbal jingles twisted back again into what may have been an articulate and authentic meaning. I do not know that many of them have been made out to be sun-myths; but that yesterday popular, to-day rather discredited, system of exposition is very evidently as applicable to them as to anything else. The older variety of mystical and moral interpretation having gone out of fashion before they had emerged from the contempt of the learned, it has not been much applied to them, though the temptation is great, for, as King Charles observes in "Woodstock," most things in the world remind one of the tales of Mother Goose.

But the most special attentions that nursery rhymes have received have, perhaps, taken the form of the elaborate and ingenious divisions attempted by Halliwell and others. Indeed, something of the kind has been so common that the absence here of anything similar may excite some surprise, and look like disrespect to a scientific age. The omission, however, is designed, and a reason or two may be rendered for it. Halliwell (to take the most generally known instance) has no less than seventeen compartments in which he stows remorselessly these "things that are old and pretty," to apply to them a phrase that Lamb loved. There are, it seems, historical nursery rhymes, literal nursery rhymes; nursery rhymes narrative, proverbial, scholastic, lyrical, riddlesome; rhymes dealing with charms, with gaffers and gammers, with games, with paradoxes, with lullabies, with jingles, with love and matrimony, with natural (I wish he had called it unnatural) history, with accumulative stories, with localities, with relics. It may be permitted to cry "Mercy on us," when one thinks of the poor little wildings, so full of nature and, if not ignorant of art, of an art so cunningly concealed, being subjected to the trimmings and torturings of the _Ars Topiaria_ after this fashion. The division is clearly arbitrary and non-natural; it is often what logicians very properly object to as a "cross"-division; it leads to the inclusion of many things which are not properly nursery rhymes at all; and it necessitates, or at least gives occasion to, a vast amount of idle talk. For instance, take King Arthur, this way, that way, which way you please: as a hero of history, as a great central figure of romance, or even (I grieve to say a learned friend of mine is wont to speak of him so) as a "West-Welsh thief." Are we called upon in the very slightest degree to connect any of these Arthurs with the artist of the bag-pudding? to discuss what was the material that Queen Guinevere preferred for frying, and to select the most probable "noblemen" from the Table Round? Does anybody, except as a rather ponderous joke, care to discuss whether King Cole was really father of Constantine's mother, and had anything to do with Colchester? Though it may be admitted that a "Colchester carpet-bag," that is to say, a very thick steak all but sliced through and stuffed with oysters, would probably not have been unacceptable to the monarch as a preliminary to the bowl.

The simple fact seems to be, that one of Halliwell's partitions--"jingles"--will do for the whole seventeen, and do a great deal better than the other sixteen of them. It may be perfectly true that most of the things indicated in these class-names supplied, in this case and that, basis for the jingle, starting-points, texts, and so forth. But all genuine nursery rhymes (even in fragments such as "Martin Swart and his men, Sodledum [saddle them], sodledum," if it is genuine, and others where definite history comes in) have never become nursery rhymes until the historical fact has been practically forgotten by those who used them, and nothing but the metrical and musical attraction remains. Some of the alphabet and number rhymes may possibly (it is sad to have to confess it) have been composed with a deliberate purpose of instruction; but it is noticeable that these have never become quite the genuine thing, except in cases such as--

"Big A, little a, bouncing B,
The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see,"

where the subtle tendency to nonsense takes the weak intention of sense on its back as a fox does a chicken and runs right away with it. Again, it would be rash to say that it is impossible to make out popular customs and popular beliefs from these texts. But it is quite certain that they have for the most part left the customs and the beliefs a long way behind them, that these things are, to vary the metaphor, merely in palimpsest relation to the present purport and contents of the rhymes.

Perhaps, therefore, while not grudging folklorists their perquisitions in this delightful region, and while acknowledging that there are many interesting things to be found out by them in it, we may be permitted to look at nursery rhymes from a rather different point of view. And from this point it will not, I think, be fanciful to see in them, to a great extent, the poetical appeal of sound as opposed to that of meaning expressed in its simplest and most unmistakable terms. We shall find in these pieces the two special pillars of all modern poetry, alliteration and rhyme, or at least assonance, which is only rhyme undeveloped. And we shall find something else, which I venture to call the attraction of the inarticulate. It is not necessary to take the cynical sense of the famous saying, that language was given to man to conceal his thoughts, in order to admit that in moments of more intense and genuine feeling, if not of thought, he does not as a rule use or at least confine himself to articulate speech. If the "little language" of mothers to babies be set down to a supposition that the object addressed does not understand, that will hardly explain the other "little language" of lovers to lovers, which has a tendency to be nearly as inarticulate as a cradle-song, and quite as corruptive of dictionary speech as a nursery rhyme. In the very stammering of rage there may be thought to be something more than a simple inability to choose between words; and in the moaning of sorrow something more than an inability to find suitable expression. All children--and children, as somebody (I forget who he was, but he was a wise man) has said, are usually very clever people till they get spoilt--fall naturally, long after they are quite able to express themselves as it is called rationally, into a sort of pleasant gibberish when they are alone and pleased, or even displeased. And I dare say that a fair number of very considerably grown-up folk, who have not only come to the legal years of discretion but to the poetical age of wisdom, do the like now and then.

"As one walks by oneself,
And talks to oneself,"

by the seaside or on a lonely country road, it must be a not infrequent experience of most people that one frequently falls into pure jingle and nonsense-verse of the nursery kind. In fact, it must have happened to more people than one, or one thousand, by the malice of a sudden corner or the like, to have been caught doing so to their great confusion, and to the comfortable conviction of the other party that he has met with an escaped lunatic.

I should myself, though I may not carry many people with me, go farther than this and say that this "attraction of the inarticulate," this allurement of mere sound and sequence, has a great deal more to do than is generally thought with the charm of the very highest poetry, and that no merely valuable thought presented without this accompaniment can possibly affect us as it does when it summons to its aid such concert of vowels and consonants as--

"Peace! peace!
Dost thou not see my baby at my breast
That sucks the nurse asleep?"

or as--

"Quaerens me sedisti lassus,
Redemisti crucem passus;
Tantus labor non sit cassus!"

In the best nursery rhymes, as in the simpler and more genuine ballads which have so close a connection with them, we find this attraction of the inarticulate--this charm of pure sound, this utilising of alliteration and rhyme and assonance, and the cunning juxtaposition now of similar, now of contrary vowels--not in a passionate, but in a frank and simple form. Many of them probably, some of them certainly, had, as has been said, a definite meaning once, and we may attend to the folklorist as he expounds what it was or may have been; but for the most part they have very victoriously got the better of that meaning, have bid it, in their own lingo, "go to Spain," without the slightest meditation or back-thought whether Spain is the proper place for it or not. In that particular _locus classicus_ "Spain" rhymes to "rain," and that is not merely the chief and principal, but the absolutely all-sufficient thing. So, too, there is no doubt a most learned explanation of the jargon (variously given and spelt)--

"Hotum-potum, paradise tantum, perry-merry-dictum, domaree,"

at which a friend of mine used to laugh consumedly, declaring that this cavalier coupling of "paradise _tantum_" "_only_ paradise," was the nicest thing he knew. But the people who mellowed it into that form, and recited it afterwards, never cared one scrap for the meaning. They had got it into a pleasant jingle of vowels, a desirable sequence of consonants, and a good swing of cadence, and that was enough. When "Curlylocks" is invited to be "mine" by the promise "thou shalt sew a fine seam," does anybody suppose that this housewifely operation was much more (it may have been a little more) of a bait to the Curlylocks of those days than to the Curlylocks of these? Not at all. "Sew" and "seam" went naturally together, they made a pleasing alliteration, and the latter word rhymed to "cream," of which the Curlylocks of all days has been not unusually fond.

Not, of course, that there is not much wit and much wisdom, much picturesqueness and not a little pathos in our rhymes. All good men have justly admired these qualities in "Sing a Song of Sixpence" and "Ding-dong Bell," in "Margery Daw" and "Who Killed Cock Robin?" I rather suspect the wicked literary man of having more to do than genuine popular sentiment with the delightful progress and ending of "There was a Little Boy and a Little Girl." But the undoubtedly genuine notes are numerous enough and various enough, from that previously mentioned and admirable thrift of good King Arthur, or rather of Queen Guinevere (from whom, according to naughty romancers, we should have less expected it), to the sound common-sense of "Three Children;" from the decorative convention of "Little Boy Blue" to the arabesque and even grotesque of "Hey-diddle-diddle."

But I shall still contend that the main, the pervading, the characteristic attraction of them lies in their musical accompaniment of purely senseless sound, in their rhythm, rhyme, jingle, refrain, and the like, in the simplicity and freshness of their modulated form. For thus they serve as anthems and doxologies to the goddess whom in this context it is not satirical to call "_Divine_ Nonsensia," who still in all lands and times condescends now and then to unbind the burden of meaning from the backs and brains of men, and lets them rejoice once more in pure, natural, senseless sound.

GEORGE SAINTSBURY.

A carrion crow sat on an oak

A diller, a dollar

A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare

A frog he would a-wooing go

A gentleman of good account

A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree

A long-tailed pig, and a short-tailed pig

A man of words and not of deeds

An apple pie, when it looks nice

A nick and a nock

An old woman was sweeping her house

A pie sate on a pear-tree

Around the green gravel the grass grows green

As I walked by myself

As I was a-going by a little pig-sty

As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge

As I was going to sell my eggs

As I was going to St. Ives

As I was going up Pippen Hill

As little Jenny Wren

As soft as silk, as white as milk

A swarm of bees in May

A was an apple-pie

A was an archer, and shot at a frog

Baa, baa, black sheep

Barber, barber, shave a pig

Bat, bat

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray

Billy, Billy, come and play

Bless you, bless you, burny-bee

Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea

Bow, wow, says the dog

Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother

Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear

Buttons a farthing a pair

Bye, baby bunting

Charley, Charley, stole the barley

Cherries are ripe

Cock a doodle doo

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow

Come, let's to bed

Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste

"Croak!" said the toad, "I'm hungry, I think"

Cross patch

Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?

Cushy cow bonny

Cut them on Monday

Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town

Dame Trot and her cat

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John

Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty

Ding, dong bell

Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid

Doctor Faustus was a good man

Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster

Early to bed, and early to rise

Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess

Elsie Marley is grown so fine

For every evil under the sun

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail

Gay go up and gay go down

Girls and boys, come out to play

God bless the master of this house

Good people all, of every sort

Goosey, goosey, gander

Great A, little A

Handy-Spandy, Jack-a-dandy

Hark, hark

Have you seen the old woman of Banbury Cross

He loves me

Hector Protector was dressed all in green

Here a little child I stand

Here comes a poor widow from Babylon

Here's Sulky Sue

He that would thrive

Hey! diddle, diddle

Hey ding-a-ding

Hey, my kitten, my kitten

Hickety, pickety, my black hen

Hickory, Dickory, Dock

Higgledy piggledy

Hot-cross Buns!

How do you do, neighbour?

How many miles is it to Babylon?

Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top

Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry

I am a gold lock

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell

If all the world were water

If I'd as much money as I could spend

I had a little castle

I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen

I had a little husband

I had a little moppet

I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear

I had a little pony

I had four brothers over the sea

I have seen you, little mouse

I like little pussy, her coat is so warm

I'll tell you a story

I love my love with an A, because he's agreeable

I love you well, my little brother

In Egypt was a dragon dire

In marble walls as white as milk

I saw a ship a-sailing

I saw three ships come sailing by

Is John Smith within?

I will sing you a song

Jack and Jill went up the hill

Jack Jingle went 'prentice

Jack Sprat

Jack Sprat could eat no fat

Jack Sprat's pig

Jacky, come give me my fiddle

January brings the snow

Jenny Wren fell sick

Jocky was a piper's son

John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!

John Gilpin was a citizen

Johnny Pringle had a little pig

Johnny shall have a new bonnet

Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home

Lavender blue and rosemary green

"Let us go to the woods," says Richard to Robin

"Let us go to the wood," says this pig

Little Betty Blue

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep

Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books

Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn

Little Jack Horner

Little Miss Muffet

Little Nancy Etticoat

Little Polly Flinders

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree

Little Tommy Tittlemouse

Little Tom Tucker

London Bridge is broken down

Lucy Locket

Mary had a pretty bird

Mary, Mary, quite contrary

Master I have, and I am his man

Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring

Monday alone

Monday's bairn is fair of face

Multiplication is vexation

My father he died, but I can't tell you how

My lady Wind, my lady Wind

Needles and pins, needles and pins

Nose, nose, jolly red nose

Now what do you think

Oh, what have you got for dinner?

Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!

Old King Cole

Old Mother Goose

Old Mother Hubbard

On Christmas Eve I turned the spit

One, he loves

One misty moisty morning

One old Oxford ox opening oysters

One, two, buckle my shoe

One, two, three, four, five

Over the water, and over the lea

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!

Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper

Please to remember

Polly, put the kettle on

Poor old Robinson Crusoe!

Punch and Judy

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?

Pussy sits beside the fire

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!

Rain, rain, go away

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross

Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride

Robert Barnes, fellow fine

Robin-a-Bobbin bent his bow

Robin the Bobbin, the big bouncing Ben

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green

Rub-a-dub-dub

Says A, Give me a good large slice

See, Saw, Margery Daw

See-saw, sacaradown

Simple Simon met a pieman

Sing a song of sixpence

Six little mice sat down to spin

Snail, snail, come out of your hole

Solomon Grundy

St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain

Sukey, you shall be my wife

Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief

Tell-Tale-Tit

The cock's on the housetop

The cuckoo's a fine bird

The Dog will come when he is called

The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?

The fox and his wife they had a great strife

The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain

The Hart he loves the high wood

The King of France went up the hill

The lion and the unicorn

The man in the moon

The man in the wilderness asked me

The north wind doth blow

The Queen of Hearts

The rose is red, the violet blue

There once were two cats

There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile

There was a jolly miller

There was a jovial beggar

There was a lady loved a swine

There was a little boy and a little girl

There was a little boy went into a barn

There was a little Guinea-pig

There was a little man

There was a little man, and he had a little gun

There was a little woman, as I've been told

There was a man, and he had naught

There was a man of Newington

There was a monkey climb'd up a tree

There was a piper had a cow

There was an old woman, and what do you think?

There was an old woman, as I've heard tell

There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all

There was an old woman had three sons

There was an old woman lived under a hill

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe

There were three jovial Welshmen

There were two blackbirds

There's a neat little clock

Thirty days hath September

This is the death of little Jenny Wren

This is the house that Jack built

This is the way the ladies ride

This little pig went to market

Three blind mice, see how they run!

Three children sliding on the ice

Three little kittens

Three wise men of Gotham

Tinker, tailor

Tit, tat, toe

To market, to market, to buy a plum bun

Tom, Tom, the piper's son

Tom, Tom, the piper's son

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Two legs sat upon three legs

Two little kittens, one stormy night

Up hill and down dale

Upon St. Paul's steeple

Wash me and comb me

We are three brethren out of Spain

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town

What are little boys made of, made of?

What is the news of the day?

When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist

When good King Arthur ruled this land

When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself

When I was a little boy

When little Fred

When the wind is in the east

"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"

Where have you been all the day?

Where should a baby rest?

Who killed Cock Robin?

Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly

Yankee Doodle went to town

Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see

Young Lambs to sell!

National Rhymes of the Nursery

_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!

_Lock and Key_

I am a gold lock.
I am a gold key.
I am a silver lock.
I am a silver key.
I am a brass lock.
I am a brass key.
I am a lead lock.
I am a lead key.
I am a monk lock.
I am a monk key!

_The days of the month_

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year, that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.

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.

My lady Wind, my lady Wind,
Went round about the house to find
A chink to get her foot in:
She tried the key-hole in the door,
She tried the crevice in the floor,
And drove the chimney soot in.

And then one night when it was dark,
She blew up such a tiny spark,
That all the house was pothered:
From it she raised up such a flame,
As flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered.

And thus when once, my little dears,
A whisper reaches itching ears,
The same will come, you'll find:
Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
Remember what old nurse has sung
Of busy lady Wind!

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

A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuff'd 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.

_There was a monkey_

There was a monkey climb'd 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 had ate two, she had ate a couple.

There was a horse going to the mill,
When he went on, he stood not still.

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

There was a lackey ran a race,
When he ran fast, he ran apace.

There was a cobbler clowting shoon,
When they were mended, they were done.

There was a chandler making candle,
When he them strip, he did them handle.

There was a navy went into Spain,
When it return'd, it came again.

_John Cook_

John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!
Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare: he, haw, hum!

John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!
And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!

John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!
His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!

The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!
If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!

_A diller, a dollar_

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.

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

_I love my love_

I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable.
I hate him because he's Avaricious.
He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,
And treated me with Apples.
His name's Andrew,
And he lives at Arlington.

(_This can be continued through the alphabet._)

_There was an old woman, as I've heard tell_

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.

There came by a pedlar 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.

When this little woman first did wake,
She began to shiver and she began to shake,
She began to wonder and she began to cry,
"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!

"But if it be I, as I do 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,
"Oh! deary, deary me, this is none of I!"

_Little Robin Redbreast_

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went Pussy cat, and down went he;
Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;
Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,
Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,
Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?
Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.

_St. Swithin's Day_

St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,
For forty days it will remain:
St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,
For forty days 'twill rain na mair.

_Higgledy piggledy_

Higgledy piggledy
Here we lie,
Pick'd and pluck'd,
And put in a pie.
My first is snapping, snarling, growling.
My second's industrious, romping, and prowling.
Higgledy; piggledy
Here we lie,
Pick'd and pluck'd,
And put in a pie. (_currant_)

_Little Tommy Tittlemouse_

Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men's ditches.

_Gay go up_

Gay go up and gay go down,
To ring the bells of London town.

Bull's eyes and targets,
Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.

Brickbats and tiles,
Say the bells of St. Giles'.

Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.

Pancakes and fritters,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Two sticks and an apple,
Say the bells at Whitechapel.

Old Father Baldpate,
Say the slow bells at Aldgate.

You owe me ten shillings,
Say the bells at St. Helen's.

Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells at St. John's.

Kettles and pans,
Say the bells at St. Ann's.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,
Say the bells at Shoreditch.

Pray when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.

I am sure I don't know,
Says the great bell at Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

_Peter Piper_

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?

_Three children_

Three children sliding on the ice
Upon a summer's day,
It so fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.

Now had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not all been drown'd.

You parents all that children have,
And you that have got none,
If you would have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.

Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Cannot put Humpty Dumpty together again.

_London Bridge_

London Bridge is broken down,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
London Bridge is broken down,
With a gay lady.

How shall we build it up again?
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
How shall we build it up again?
With a gay lady.

Silver and gold will be stole away,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Silver and gold will be stole away,
With a gay lady.

Build it up again with iron and steel,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Build it up with iron and steel,
With a gay lady.

Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Build it up with wood and clay,
With a gay lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with stone so strong,
Dance o'er my Lady Lee;
Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,
With a gay lady.

Elsie Marley is grown so fine,
She won't get up to serve the swine,
But lies in bed till eight or nine,
And surely she does take her time.

And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?
The wife who sells the barley, honey;
She won't get up to serve her swine,
And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?

_There was a little boy_

There was a little boy and a little girl
Lived in an alley;
Says the little boy to the little girl,
"Shall I, oh! shall I?"

Says the little girl to the little boy,
"What shall we do?"
Says the little boy to the little girl,
"I will kiss you."

_How many miles_

How many miles is it to Babylon?--
Threescore miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?--
Yes, and back again!
If your heels are nimble and light,
You may get there by candle-light.

_Curly locks_

Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!

_Four brothers over the sea_

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, &c.

The third sent a book, which no man could read;
The fourth sent a blanket, without any thread.

Petrum, &c.

How could there be a chicken without any bones?
How could there be a cherry without any stones?

Petrum, &c.

How could there be a book which no man could read?
How could there be a blanket without a thread?

Petrum, &c.

When the chicken's in the egg-shell, there are no bones;
When the cherry's in the blossom, there are no stones.

Petrum, &c.

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, &c.

_Two, three, and four legs_

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 back one leg.

_The dove and the wren_

The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
I can scarce maintain two.
Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,
And keep them all like gentlemen!

_A puzzle_

Have you seen the old woman of Banbury Cross,
Who rode to the fair on the top of her horse?
And since her return she still tells, up and down,
Of the wonderful lady she saw when in town.
She has a small mirror in each of her eyes,
And her nose is a bellows of minnikin size;
There's a neat little drum fix'd in each of her ears,
Which beats a tattoo to whatever she hears.
She has in each jaw a fine ivory mill,
And day after day she keeps grinding it still.
Both an organ and flute in her small throat are placed,
And they are played by a steam engine worked in her breast.
But the wonder of all, in her mouth it is said,
She keeps a loud bell that might waken the dead;
And so frightened the woman, and startled the horse,
That they galloped full speed back to Banbury Cross.

* * * * *

Long legs, crooked thighs,
Little head and no eyes. (_a pair of tongs_)

_Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake_

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
Make me a cake, as fast as you can:

Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit Pie!
Come, my ladies, come and buy;
Else your babies they will cry.

_The man in the wilderness_

The man in the wilderness asked me,
How many strawberries grew in the sea?
I answered him, as I thought good,
As many as red herrings grew in the wood.

_One old Oxford ox_

One old Oxford ox opening oysters;
Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tedsbury;
Three thick thumping tigers tickling trout;
Four fat friars fanning fainting flies;
Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies;
Six sportsmen shooting snipes;
Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps;
Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe;
Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils;
Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinder-boxes with ten tenpenny
tacks;
Eleven elephants elegantly equipt;
Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types.

_I like little pussy_

I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play.

There was a man of Newington,
And he was wond'rous wise,
He jump'd into a quickset hedge,
And scratch'd out both his eyes:
But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jump'd into another hedge,
And scratch'd 'em in again.

_There was a little Guinea-pig_

There was a little Guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big;
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he ran away,
He never at that place did stay;
And while he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old.

He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,
And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died;
And, as I'm told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.

_Little Miss Muffet_

Little Miss Muffet,
She sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds and whey;

There came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

_The house that Jack built_

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

This is the farmer sowing his 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 the house that Jack built.

_Handy-Spandy_

Handy-Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,
Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy.
He bought some at a grocer's shop,
And pleased, away he went, hop, hop, hop.

_Doctor Foster_

Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,
In a shower of rain;

He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,
And never went there again.

_Little Boy Blue_

Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.
Will you wake him? No, not I;
For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

_As I was going to St. Ives_

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?

_Cushy cow bonny_

Cushy cow bonny,
Let down thy milk,
And I will give thee a gown of silk;
A gown of silk and a silver tee,
If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.

_A carrion crow_

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

The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
And shot his own sow quite through the heart;
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

_Jack Sprat_

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;

And so, betwixt them both, [you see]
They licked the platter clean.

_The Cuckoo_

The cuckoo's a fine bird,
He sings as he flies;
He brings us good tidings.
He tells us no lies.

He sucks little birds' eggs,
To make his voice clear;
And when he sings "cuckoo!"
The summer is near.

_Five toes_

1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig;
2. "What to do there?" says that pig;
3. "To look for mother," says this pig;
4. "What to do with her?" says that pig;
5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.

_One misty moisty_

One misty moisty morning
When cloudy was the weather,

There I met an old man
Clothed all in leather;
Clothed all in leather,
With cap under his chin,--
How do you do, and how do you do,
And how do you do again!

_My father he died_

My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
With my wing wang waddle oh,
Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys buble oh,
Under the broom,

I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow,
I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:
With my wing wang waddle oh,
Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys buble oh,
Under the broom.

I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half;
With my wing wang waddle oh,
Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys buble oh,
Under the broom.

I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:
With my wing wang waddle oh,
Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys buble oh,
Under the broom.

I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;
He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:
With my wing wang waddle oh,
Jack sing saddle oh,
Blowsey boys buble oh,
Under the broom.

_For every evil under the sun_

For every evil under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, seek till you find it;
If there be none, never mind it.

"Where have you been all the day,
My boy Tammy?"
"I've been all the day,
Courting of a lady gay:
But oh! she's too young
To be taken from her mammy."

"What Work can she do,
My boy Tammy?
Can she bake and can she brew,
My boy Tammy?"

"She can brew and she can bake,
And she can make our wedding cake;
But oh! she's too young
To be taken from her mammy."

"What age may she be?
What age may she be?
My boy Tammy?"

"Twice two, twice seven,
Twice ten, twice eleven:
But oh! she's too young
To be taken from her mammy."

_Girls and boys, come out to play_

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

_A man of words and not of deeds_

A man of words and not of deeds,
Is like a garden full of weeds;
And when the weeds begin to grow,
It's like a garden full of snow;
And when the snow begins to fall,
It's like a bird upon the wall;
And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky;
And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at the door;
And when the door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back;
And when your back begins to smart,
It's like a penknife in your heart;
And when your heart begins to bleed,
You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.

_Come, let's to bed_

Come, let's to bed,
Says Sleepy-head;
Tarry a while, says Slow.
Put on the pan,
Says Greedy Nan,
Let's sup before we go.

_If I'd as much money as I could spend_

If I'd as much money as I could spend,
I never would cry old chairs to mend;
Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
I never would cry old chairs to mend.
If I'd as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry old clothes to sell;
Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
I never would cry old clothes to sell.

_Little Bo-peep_

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And cannot tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For still they were all fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them,
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.

* * * * *

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

_The Toad and Frog_

"Croak!" said the Toad, "I'm hungry, I think,
To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;
I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,
And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails."
"Ho, ho!" quoth the Frog, "is that what you mean?
Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,
There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,
And then I shall have a good dinner like you."

* * * * *

There was an old woman lived under a hill,
And if she's not gone, she lives there still.

_When a Twister a twisting_

When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;
For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;
But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,
The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.

Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,
He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine;
Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,
He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.

The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,
As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:
'Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,
He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.

_Little Tom Tucker_

Little Tom 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?

_Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross_

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall make music wherever she goes.

_There were two blackbirds_

There were two blackbirds
Sitting on a hill,
The one named Jack,
The other named Jill;
Fly away, Jack!
Fly away, Jill!
Come again, Jack!
Come again, Jill!

_Hark, hark, the dogs do bark_

Hark, hark,
The dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town:
Some in jags,
Some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns.

* * * * *

See, see! what shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be.

_Over the water, and over the lea_

Over the water, and over the lea,
And over the water to Charley,
Charley loves good ale and wine,
And Charley loves good brandy,
And Charley loves a pretty girl,
As sweet as sugar-candy.

Over the water, and over the sea,
And over the water to Charley,
I'll have none of your nasty beef,
Nor I'll have none of your barley;
But I'll have some of your very best flour;
To make a white cake for my Charley.

_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.

_Daffy-Down-Dilly_

Daffy-Down-Dilly has come up to town,
In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.

_A little cock sparrow_

A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he;
A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he.

A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow,
A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow
Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow.

"This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew,
And his giblets shall make me a little pie too."
"Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I _won't_ make a stew."
So he flapped his wings and away he flew!

_Charley, Charley_

Charley Charley, stole the barley
Out of the baker's shop;
The baker came out, and gave him a clout,
And made poor Charley hop.

_There was an old woman, and what do you think?_

There was an old woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:

Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;
Yet this little old woman could never keep quiet.
She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,
And when she came home her old husband was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
And when she came back her old husband was well.

_Up hill and down dale_

Up hill and down dale;
Butter is made in every vale;
And if that Nancy Cook
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.

_A swarm of bees_

A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.

_A was an archer_