Chapter V: Front Matter (5)

Pussy-Cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
I've been up to London to look at the queen.
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.

London:
Published by RYLE and PAUL,
2 & 3, Monmouth Court, Seven Dials.

NURSERY RHYMES.

See-saw, sacradown,
Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, and the other down,
And that is the way to London town.

Hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see the sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Ding, dong, bell!
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?
Little Johnny Snout,
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
And kill'd the mice in his father's barn.

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To get a pail of water:
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

Cock a doodle do,
The dame has lost her shoe,
And master's lost his fiddle stick
And don't know what to do.

Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair!
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware.

Says the pieman unto Simon
First give me a penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
I have not got any.

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

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

Now Simple Simon went a fishing,
For to catch a whale,
But all the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.

He went to catch a dickey bird
And thought he could not fail
Because he had a bit of salt,
To put upon his tail.

He went to see if cherries ripe,
Did grow upon a thistle,
He pricked his finger very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.

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

Simon was sent to market,
To buy a joint of meat,
He tied it to his horse's tail,
To keep it clean and sweet.

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 went to shoot a wild duck,
But the duck flew away,
Says Simon I can't hit him,
Because he would not stay.

Then Simple Simon went a hunting,
For to catch a hare,
He rode an ass about the street,
But could not find one there.

He went for water in a seive,
But soon it all run through,
And went all o'er his clothes,
Which made poor Simon rue.

He washed himself with blacking ball,
Because he had no soap,
And then said to his mother
I'm a beauty now I hope.

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

Simple Simon cutting his mother's bellows open to see where the wind lay.

JACK JINGLE.

Little Jack Jingle,
Played truant at school,
They made his bum tingle
For being a fool;
He promised no more
Like a fool he would look
But be a good boy and attend to his book.

See little Jack Jingle
Learning his task,
He's a very good boy,
If the neighbours should ask,
To school he does run,
And no truant does play,
But when school is done,
He can laugh and be gay.

Here sulky Sue,
What shall we do.
Turn her face to the wall,
Till she comes to;
If that should fail,
A touch with the cane
Will do her good,
When she feels the pain.

Now Suky never pouts,
Never frowns, never flouts,
But reads her book with glee,
Then dances merrily,
No girl so good as she,
In all the country;
Cheerfully doth all things do,
She lost the name of sulky Sue.

Jack Jingle went 'prentice,
To make a horse-shoe,
He wasted the iron,
Till it would not do,
His master came in,
And began for to rail;
Says Jack, the shoe's spoil'd,
But 'twill still make a nail.

Little Jack Jingle,
Went to court Suky Shingle,
Says he, shall we mingle
Our toes in the bed;
Fye! Jacky Jingle,
Says little Suke Shingle,
We must try to mingle,
Our pence for some bread.

Suke Shingle when young,
Did what others have done,
She could dirty two clouts,
While her mother wash'd one.
But now grown a stout wench,
With her pail and her mop,
If she don't clean the board,
She can make a great slop.

Suky you shall be my wife,
And I'll tell you why;
I have got a little pig,
And you have got a sty;
I have got a dun cow,
And you can make good cheese,
Suky will you have me?
Say yes, if you please.

DEATH & BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN.

Who kill'd Cock Robin?
I said the sparrow,
With my bow and arrow.
I kill'd Cock Robin.

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 saw him die?
I, said the fly
With my little eye--
I saw him die.

This is the fly
That saw him die.

Who made his shroud?
I, said the beetle,
With my little needle--
I made his shroud.

This is the beetle,
With his little needle.

Who'll be the Parson?
I, said the rook,
With my little book--
I will be the Parson.

Here is Parson Rook,
Reading his book.

Who'll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
If it's not in the night--
I'll carry the coffin.

Behold the Kite,
How he takes his flight.

Who'll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If its not in the dark--
I will be the clerk.

Behold how the Lark,
Says Amen like a clerk.

Who will carry the link?
I, said the linnet:
I'll fetch it in a minute--
I will carry the link.

The Linnet with a light,
Altho' it is not night.

LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.

And now her riding hood is on,
How pretty she does look;
_Mamma_ made it to keep her warm
Because she learn'd her book;
So be good girls all who hear this
And boys be good also,
And your _Mammas_ will give you all
Great coats and hoods, I know.

You see this pot of butter nice,
And likewise this plum-cake,
Which little _Biddy's_ dear _mamma_
For _grandmamma_ did make:
Who lived in a little house,
A mile or two away,
And _Red Riding Hood_ must take them,
To _Grandmamma_ next day

The morning come--the hood put on,
The pot and cake she took,
_Biddy_, good bye--good bye, _mamma_
And then her hand she shook:
And so set off for _grandmamma's_
_Mamma_ stood at the door,
And watched her little _Biddy_ till
She could see her no more.

Now in the road to _grandma's_ house,
A lonesome wood there lay,
And _Goffip Wolf_ popp'd from a bush,
And stopp'd her in the way
He was a fierce and cruel beast,
And would have eat her there,
But turning of his head about,
He found he did not dare.

I'm going to my _grandmamma's_,
She is not very well,
With cake and pot of butter;
Says _Wolf_ where does she dwell?
In yonder house, by yonder mill
Good bye--I cannot stay--
And with her pretty finger, she
Pointed out the way.

The _Wolf_ got first to grandma's door,
And knocked toc, toc, toc;
Who is that, said _grandmamma_,
That at the door doth knock;
'Tis your _grandaughter_, said the _Wolf_
And mimic'd Biddy's voice,
_Mamma_ has sent you a plumb cake,
And pot of butter nice.

Now _grandmamma_ being very ill,
She on the bed did lie,
And called out, the bobbin pull,
And up the latch will fly;
The bobbin pull'd, up flew the latch,
The _Wolf_ popp'd in his head
And soon he eat up _grandmamma_
And then got into bed.

Toc, toc, toc, at _grandma's_ door
Knocked _Little Red Riding Hood_,
Who's there, says _Wolf_, and with a voice,
Like _grandma's_ as he could;
'Tis your _grandaughter_, little _Bid_
With cake and pot of butter;
The bobbin pull, the latch will fly,
The wicked _Wolf_ did mutter.

CINDERELLA.

Here Cinderella you may see
A beauty bright and fair,
Her real name was Helena,
Few with her could compare
Besides she was so very good,
So affable and mild,
She learned to pray and read her book,
Like a very good child.

Her mother-in-law you see,
One of the worst of hags,
Who made her do all drudgery work.
And clothed her in rags;
And after she had done her work,
Her mother-in-law would tell her
The cinders she might sit among,
Then call'd her Cinderella.

These are her two sisters-in-law,
Both deformed & ordinary,
Altho' they dress as fine as queens,
Which you may think extraordinary;
But neither of them scarce can read,
Nor pray to God to bless'em
They only know to patch and paint,
And gaudily to dress'em,

This is the king's fine gallant son,
Young, handsome, straight and tall
He invited all the ladies round
For to dance at his ball;
Which when the ugly sisters heard
They dress'd themselves so fine,
And off they set, being resolv'd
At this grand ball to shine.

Her god-mother came to lend her aid,
And her power is not small
To help her god-daughter to go
To this fine prince's ball.
This coach was once a pumpkin,
By the fairy changed from that,
The footmen once were lizards green,
The coachman once a rat.

Now having danced with the prince,
He led her to her place,
While all the ladies at the ball
Envied her handsome face;
Behold the clock now striking twelve,
Out Cinderella run,
And happily got out of door
Just as the clock had done.

But in her haste to get away,
One of her slippers fell,
Which the young prince himself pick'd up,
And it pleased him so well,
That straight he offer'd a reward,
It was ten thousand pound,
To any person that could tell
Where the owner could be found.

And now the sisters tried in vain
The slipper to get on;
Said Cinderella, let me try,
Dear sisters, when you've done;
She tried, and on it went with ease
To the foot of Cinderella,
Said She, I think the slipper's mine,
See here I've got the fellow.

THE CHILD'S NEW YEAR'S GIFT.

_A pair of Spectacles._

Without a bridle or a saddle,
Across a thing I ride and straddle.
And those I ride by help of me,
Tho' almost blind are made to see.

_A pair of Stays._

My legs I can venture,
To say within bound,
Are twelve, if not more,
Tho' they ne'er touch the ground;
If you search for my eyes,
More than thirty you'll find
And strange to be told
They are always behind.

_A Pin._

And tho' I'm a brazen-fac'd sharper at best,
No lady without my aid can be drest,
When I'm wanted, I'm dragg'd by the head to my duty
And am doomed to be slave to the dress of a beauty.

_A letter M._

I'm found in most countries,
Yet not in earth or sea,
I am in all timber,
Yet not in any tree,
I am in all metals,
Yet, as I am told,
I am not in iron, lead,
Brass, silver, nor gold.

_A Pair of Snuffers._

A mouth I have got, that's not whiter than ink.
And all I devour doth most nauseously stink;
So much valued am I, that by none I'm refused,
And the light shines the brighter whenever I'm used.

_A Watch._

My form is beauteous to allure the sight
My habit gay, of colour gold & white,
When ladies take the air, it is my pride,
To walk with equal paces by their side,
I near their persons constantly remain,
A favourite slave, bound in a golden chain.

_A Wheelbarrow._

No mouth, no eyes, nor yet a nose,
Two arms, two feet, and as it goes,
The feet don't touch the ground,
But all the way the head runs round.

And tho' I can both speak and go alone,
Yet are my motions to myself unknown.

_A Salamander._

What all consumes best pleases me,
I covet that which others flee,
Strange thing to tell, unhurt I lie
And live, where all the world would die.

Printed by A. Ryle & Paul.

THE GOOD CHILD'S
ILLUSTRATED
ALPHABET
OR FIRST BOOK.

LONDON:
Published by RYLE & PAUL,
2 & 3, Monmouth Court, Seven Dials.

Was an Archer,
Who shot at a frog.

Was a Butcher,
And kept a great dog.

Was a Captain,
All covered with lace.

Was a Drunkard
And had a red face.

Was an Esquire,
With insolent brow.

Was a Farmer, And
Followed the plough.

Was a Gamester,
Who had but ill-luck.

Was a Huntsman,
And hunted a buck.

Was an Inn-keeper,
Who loved to bouse.

Was a Joiner,
And built up a house.

Was King William,
Once governed this land.

Was a Lady, who
Had a white hand.

Was a Miser,
And hoarded up gold.

Was a Nobleman,
Gallant and bold.

Was an Oyster-wench,
And went about town.

Was a Parson, and
Wore a black gown.

Was a Queen,
Who was fond of flip.

Was a Robber,
And wanted a whip.

Was a Sailor,
Who spent all he got.

Was a Tinker,
And mended a pot.

Was a Usurer,
A miserly elf.

Was a Vinter, who
Drank all himself.

Was a Watchman,
And guarded the door.

Was Expensive,
And so became poor.

Was a Youth,
Who did not love school.

Was a Zany,
A silly old fool.

THE ALPHABET.

The Letters promiscuously arranged.