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BARING-GOULD: WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY MEMBERS OF THE BIRMINGHAM ART SCHOOL UNDER THE DIRECTION OF A.J. GASKIN LONDON: METHUEN AND COMPANY ESSEX ST. STRAUD: MDCCCXCV 
CONTENTS INTRODUCTION NURSERY SONGS— i. The Task ii. A Lying Tale iii. Three Jovial Welshmen iv. The Nut-Tree v. The Fox vi. The Herring’s Head vii. Mother’s Song viii. The Foolish Boy ix. Tommy-a-Lynn x. Primrose Hill xi. Green and Airy Around xii. Last Night the Dogs did Bark xiii. Nice Young Maidens xiv. Among the Green Hay xv. One Michaelmas Morn xvi. The Old Couple xvii. The Frog who would a-Wooing go xviii. My Johnny was a Shoemaker xix. The Jacket and Petticoat xx. The Whale xxi. Wine and Water xxii. The Tree in the Wood xxiii. The Quaker Song xxiv. Good King Arthur xxv. My Boy Billy xxvi. The Carrion Crow xxvii. The Babes in the Wood xxviii. I Love Sixpence xxix. The Little Dandy xxx. Wig, Hat, and Cane xxxi. Chit, Chat xxxii. Song of Spring xxxiii. Winter Song xxxiv. Three Children Sliding xxxv. If all the World were Paper xxxvi. If I had Two Ships xxxvii. The Hunting of the Hare xxxviii. The Little Man xxxix. Sing a Song of Sixpence xl. Lucy Locket xli. Little Bingo xlii. A Ship a-Sailing xliii. The Scarecrow xliv. On Christmas Day in the Morning xlv. Little John Cook
xlvi. Little Bo-Peep xlvii. The Magpie xlviii. Robin Redbreast and Jenny Wren. xlix. New-Year’s Day l. The Dilly Song li. Green Broom lii. Tom, the Piper’s Son liii. Where are you Going, my Pretty Maid? liv. Lullaby lv. The Robin lvi. Click, Clack lvii. The Snail lviii. School Over lix. Twinkle, Twinkle lx. Good Night and Good Morning lxi. The Pigs lxii. The Little Fisherman lxiii. The Little Old Woman lxiv. The Riddle lxv. Girls and Boys come out to Play lxvi. Mrs. Bond lxvii. The Little Cock-Sparrow lxviii. The Goose and Gander lxix. Aiken Drum lxx. Pussy-Cat lxxi. The Bonnie Pit Laddie lxxii. The Golden Ball lxxiii. Mrs. Mary lxxiv. Old Mother Hubbard lxxv. Who Killed Cock-Robin? lxxvi. The Jew’s Garden lxxvii. Little St. William GAME RHYMES— i. Three Dukes a-Riding ii. Oranges and Lemons iii. Green Gravel iv. Pretty Little Girl v. The Prickly Bush vi. Jinny, Jan vii. Mary Brown viii. The Poor Woman of Babylon ix. Rosy Apple x. Forty Dukes NURSERY JINGLES NOTES
INTRUDUCTION IN 1837 Mr. J. B. Ker gave a book to the world in two volumes, entitled ‘The Archaeology of Nursery Rhymes,’ which is, perhaps, one of the oddestt instances extant of misdirected labour. Mr. Ker started from the point that Nursery Rhymes are usually arrant nonsense. Why should little Miss Muffet sit on a tuffet, and little Jack Horner occupy a corner? He assumed that the English nurse was incapable of composing and singing nonsense, which, it must be allowed, was a large assumption at the outset. Then he convinced himself, and desired to convince others, that a great deal of meaning lurked behind this nonsense. To find out the meaning was his next undertaking, and he discovered that by rendering the Nursery Rhymes of Old England into Dutch words having a resemblance in sound more or less far-fetched, strings of words could be obtained which, with a little arrangement, were capable of being represented as a tirade against monarchism, sacerdotalism, catholicism. Consequently the nurses were the true heralds and apostles of Protestant principles— such principles being scurrilous abuse of what members of the Roman Church held as sacred and respected. Now, unhappily for Mr. Ker’s argument, not one of these Netherland renderings has survived in Holland, the most Protestant country in the world, and there was absolutely no explanation of how these nursery profanities and pasquinades arrive in England, and took root there, without leaving a trace behind them. It is quite true that we drew a king from the Netherlands—William of Orange; but there is no record of his having brought over with him a fleet filled with nurse-maids, wherewith to inundate our English homes. An equally misdirected and absurd attempt was made later by Mr. Henry George to force one of our nursery jingles into a record of English history. This was “An attempt to show that our Nursery Rhyme, “The House that Jack built,” is an historical allegory, portraying eventful periods in England’s history since the time of Harold, by Henry George,’ published by Griffith and Farren, 1862. A specimen of this will Suffice. ‘The man all tattered and torn’ represents the Protestant Church under Henry VIII., ‘persecuted by banishment, torture, spoliations’: somewhat comical history, for it was rather the Roman Catholic Church which was despoiled by that monarch. The ‘kissing the maiden all forlorn’ signifies ‘Elizabeth’s union of the Churches.’ Mr. George also gives the Jewish nursery rhyme found in all passover books, and which he pompously describes as taken out of ‘an ancient Jewish hymn in the Bodleian library, Oxford,’ and plays the same tricks with it. Undoubtedly Mr. George had read Mr. Ker’s book. The fact really is that which Mr. Ker recognised at the outset: Nursery Rhymes are nonsense. To which we may add, that in a good many cases they never were intended to be otherwise. They owe their origin to the circumstance that children have to be amused and lulled, and that a bit of rhyme, set to an easy tune, will lull them to sleep when peevish, and amuse them in the twilight, when they are tired of romping and racketing. One thing a nurse would be certain to do, in either case, would be to sing to the child some ditty she herself has heard—probably as a child, and which she remembers imperfectly. A long song thus gets cut down to a couple of verses; and, in another generation, the two verses shrink into one. An instance in case is that of the song ‘All in a Misty Morning.’ This appears in Durfy’s ‘Pills to Purge Melancholly,’ 1719, in fifteen stanzas. This has as its burden, ‘With how do you do? and how do you do? and how do you do again?’
never extending beyond three verses. have an origin that points back to very early beliefs and usages. two nursery rhymes are almost always inserted. As I have noticed in the notes. Everything is gone. They have lived in this condition. save the solitary incident of his putting his thumb into the Christmas pudding. whereas the originals have happily disappeared. Some old ballads have been mutilated purposely. Little Jack Horner is the subject of a very lengthy ballad and chap-book tale. and Tom Thumb. In Jewish books of prayer for the Paschal Festival. and especially game rhymes. or the numbers of a clock face. or of teaching it the letters of the alphabet. And Jill came tumbling after. Jack fell down. But what of all that remains? Nothing. The story of Jack and Jill exists in a long ballad. wherewith the tedium of the service may be lightened to the children. But in a great majority of cases nursery jingles are due to no other origin than the clashing together of rhymes. and in the process of mutilation have lost their significance. and probably are.’ It is true that some nursery rhymes.—that of practising a child’s memory. of that nothing has remained in the nursery save the lines— Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. and broke his crown. Why did Little Jack Jingle Use to live single— save because the rhyme required it. And Little Jack-a-dandy Wanted sugar-candy. the Piper’s Son with the magic pipes that make all men dance. and Tom. a relic of the time when such counting out was employed for selecting a victim for sacrifice. ‘Sing a song of One. Jack and Jill in the nursery rhyme are reminiscences of Hjuki and Bil the two children in the moon. Some nursery rhymes have a definite object aimed at. He is a sort of Jack the Giant Killer. according to Scandinavian mythology. O!’ It begins thus:— . because indelicate and unfit for children’s ears. and belauding himself like the Pharisee. One of these is very similar to our English.I have heard this sung in a most fragmentary manner.’ and ‘book’ rhymes with ‘Cook. Nevertheless. The counting out rhymes may be. there are some of ours that derive from an early period in the history of civilisation. or the ordinary numerals. for no other earthly reason than that ‘candy’ rhymes with ‘dandy. This is far more the case in Germany than in England. whereas— Little Billy Cook Always reads a book.
The other nursery song is like our ‘Stick. etc. He drank and drank.Who is one.’ It begins:— There was a lamb. A dog that was enraged Because of guiltless blood. What is two. etc. And tore to death the cat. and who can declare it? I will teach you it. It washed o’er the fire And quenched it as well. What is three. Three are the Patriarchs. And drew towards the spring. Two are the tables. There came a nasty pussy cat And ate the little lambkin. and who can declare it? I will teach you it. A thirst ox came thither. stick. There bubbled up a fountain. The stick was next consumed All in the ardent flame.. One is God in Heaven and on earth. and who can declare it? I will teach you it. etc. A stick stood by the doggie Had long been used in threat. Came hastening swift as arrow. . The stick it beat the doggie. And doggie fell down dead. Two are the tables of the Covenant. One is God. And daddy he did buy it. Upon the hearth the fire. The water out did well. and drinking He drained the well away. To avenge the stick it came. One is God in Heaven. a little lamb. beat dog. and so on to twelve.
and the stick beats the dog. And took its precious life. and the fire burns the stick. and the cat eats the little lamb that belonged to my daddy. and for which he paid—so much. and the butcher butchers the ox. He fell upon the oxen.A butcher drew up slyly And in his hand a knife. and the dog tears the cat. and the water quenches the fire. God avenges all violence. Then ensues a moral. Death butchers the butcher. and the ox sucks up the water. .
O and then. THE TASK Will you buy me. And bear it to the mill on a butterfly’s back. Whilst every grove. O and then. etc. etc. O and then. That never has blossomed since Adam was born. Whilst every grove. Whilst every grove. Whilst every grove. etc. etc. etc. O and you must hang it upon a white thorn. Whilst every grove. Whilst every grove. And stitch it without any needle-work? O and then you shall be a true lover of mine. etc. O and then. Between the salt sea and the yellow sand. etc. O and then. I will take thee and marry thee under the sun. Whilst every grove. Where never a drop of water in fell. I will set of tasks as many to three. O and then. O and you must wash it in yonder well. etc. etc. etc. You must reap it. You must buy for me an acre of land. etc. And bind it all up with a peacock’s feather. etc. O and then. You must plough it o’er with a horse’s horn. Whilst every grove. with a piece of leather. You must take it up in a bottomless sack. my lady. . etc. O and when that these tasks are finished and done. etc. And sow it all over with one pepper-corn. Or that ever I do these two and three. etc. O and then. a cambric shirt? Whilst every grove rings with a merry antine (antienne).NURSERY SONGS _____________ I. too. etc.
To see me. Fal-de-liddle-li-do Fal-de-liddle-iddle-dee. He looked up. II. I beat the pride out of his hide. He challenged me to run. and bid me sup A posset made of whey. To whistle or to pipe. Whilst every grove. A hundred ton it weighed. I filled it up unto the top With my bright silver ware. The people all admiring stood. I made myself a little box. He looked down. I played every instrument And whipped the giant quite. Among the French and Spaniards there My gallantry to show. To London I did go. O then will I marry thee under the sun. He challenged me to jump a brook. ‘Twas but three acres square. So when I reached the Eastern shore. . I tripped along o’er banks and hills But never touched the ground. And when I came to the Eastern shore. etc. A LYING TALE O when I was an infant young. not afraid. I let my head hang down. and with a frown He bid me pass his way. They gave to me a salver bright. His head it touched the sky. He challenged me to dance and sing. His little feet filled up the street. I met a giant high. And killed him when I’d done.And when that these tasks are finished and done. And then thou shalt be a true lover of mine.
They kicked me out of door. And I had two lambs apiece. I bought a little poodle dog. Fal-de-liddle-li-do Fal-de-liddle-iddle-dee. I thought they all were wethers. I rode upon an ox. Come—if you know a better joke. Where’er I went. I set her on a mussel shell And out she hatched a hare. I bought myself a flock of sheep. I cut their wool when the moon was full. They would not trust me for a pint. Of her I took much care. Because I looked so poor. In by my thigh. I’m very sure you lie. And when I reached the Western shore. A pretty dog was he.When I did go from London town. . in pocket I Did put my little box. I bought myself a coal-black hen. His ears but five feet wide. And some of them they gave me lambs And some gave only feathers. She soon was ten hands high. His tail was but ten yards long. And round the world in half a day Upon him I might ride. ‘twas his intent To run and follow me. The hare she grew at such a pace. Methinks they were the bravest sheep To give such good increase.
‘Twas naught but a little grey Pussy Sat purring upon an old wall. So weary he could not stand. A-hung on a huntman’s back. brave boys! With a blast of my bugle-horn. They would go hunt a fox. was a Reynard That ran out that day at all. With a whoop! etc. With a whoop! etc. The second we espied was a parson. THREE JOVIAL WELSHMEN There were three jovial Welshmen. There never. The first we espied was a woman A-combing her golden locks. With a whoop! etc. twang. ting.III. Run over yonder rocks. With a whoop! etc. He swore he had seen sly Reynard A-run over yonder hill. And he was watching his lambs. The fourth we espied was a blind man. The fifth we espied was a shepherd. And as blind as blind could be. They swore they saw sly Reynard. The third we espied was a miller. twang. O! With a ting. He swore he had seen sly Reynard Run up in a hollow tree. And he was grinding his mill. . I trow. He swore that he saw sly Reynard. She swore she had seen sly Reynard Among her geese and her ducks. He swore he had seen sly Reynard. O! And a blast of my bugle-horn! And thro’ the woods we’ll ride. tingle. And he was dressed in black. With a whoop! etc. With a whoop! whoop! whoop! and halloo! With a blast of the bugle-horn! With a twang. With a whoop! etc. taulidi.
quack. . O! etc. THE NUT TREE I had a little nut tree. And never regarded their quack. And he blew his horn both lusty and shrill. O! etc. I danced over the sea. For he’d many a mile to go that night Before he came to his den. all afeared. O! etc. The King of Spain’s daughter came to visit me. With the legs of him dangling down. And opening the casement popped out her old head. IV. And the Fox is over the down.’ said the Fox. THE FOX The Fox went out one moonshiny night And prayed for the moon to give him good light. I never will trust but my own eyes. O! For he’d many a mile to go that night Before he came to his den. With a whoop! etc. ‘Blow on. And all the birds of the air. O!’ Chorus—Down. Where the ducks and the geese cackled. O!’ Chorus—Den. they couldn’t catch me. He laid a duck also across his back. I skipped over the water. And only will trust my own ears. ‘sweet music still! I wish me home in my den. nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg. O! At last he came to a large farmyard. O! Chorus—Down. O! Den. ‘The best of all shall grease my beard Before I get to my den. V. O! Chorus—Den. Old mother Snipper Snapper jumped out of bed. O!’ Chorus—Den.O then what a world ‘tis o’ liars This is as to me appears. quack. He took the grey goose all up by the neck. Crying ‘John! O John! the grey goose is dead. O! etc. Then John got up to the top of the hill. and a golden pear. And all was because of my little nut tree.
There are great tops. hark! how dost.’ ect. For sure ‘tis a lucky town. There are little ovens. O and what did I make with my jolly herring? 2nd and 1st SINGERS. long time ago. Where gathered his young ones. hark! how dost. O! etc. The Fox and his wife without any strife. ‘Hark. VI. ‘tis a jolly herring. Thinks I to myself. They cut up the goose without fork and knife. nine and ten. O and what did I make with my jolly herring? 2nd SINGER. ‘Why hast thou not told me so?’ 1st SINGER. And all that’s therein. ‘Well.’ ect. O what do you think I made out of my old herring’s fin? I made as fine tops as you ever did spin. O what do you think I made out of my old herring’s eyes? I made fifty men’s pasties.At last he came to his cosy den. Quoth they. O! Chorus—Bones. THE HERRING’S HEAD 1st SINGER. There are great ovens. It was little herrings.’ 2nd SINGER. ‘So did I. And so thinks I unto mysel’. well. and five women’s pies. ‘Hark. As I was a-walking all on the sea-sand I picked up a herring all in my right hand. .’ ect. All a brought in. 2nd and 1st SINGERS. hark! how dost thou lie!’ 1st SINGER. O!’ Chorus—Town. and well-a-well. ‘And so do you as well as I. It was big herrings. hark! how dost. you must go there again. ‘Hark. 2nd and 1st SINGERS. And said ‘twas the best they’d ate in their life.’ O what do you think I made out of my old herring’s head? I made a fine oven as ever baked bread. ‘Daddy.’ BOTH TOGETHER. ‘Hark. And the young ones picked the bones. etc. There are great pies. O! etc. etc.
long time ago. There are great ships. As chirps the lark unto the tree So chirps my pretty babe to me.’ ect. O what do you think I made out of my old herring’s ribs? I made fifty horse-stalls and fifty ox-cribs. MOTHER’S SONG My heart is like a fountain true That flows and flows with love to you. As comely as my baby’s cheek.’ 2nd SINGER. etc. etc. 2nd and 1st SINGERS. So full of sweets as babe to me. ‘Hark. O what do you think I made out of my old herring’s tail? I made so fine a ship as ever did sail. etc. There’s not a rose where’er I seek. hark! how dost. 2nd SINGER. ‘Hark. There are great cribs. hark! how dost. ‘Hark. 2nd and 1st SINGERS. etc.’ BOTH TOGETHER. hark! how dost. There are great cobblers. ‘So do you as well as I. 2nd and 1st SINGERS. And it’s O! etc. ‘Hark. O what do you think I made out of my old herring altogether? I made so fine cobblers as ever sewed leather.O what do you think I made out of my old herring’s back? I made so fine a whip as you ever did crack. There are great whips.’ ect. sweet! and a lullaby. There are great oxen. . hark! how dost thou lie!’ 1st SINGER. ‘Why hast thou not told me so?’ 1st SINGER.’ ect. O what do you think I made out of my old herring’s breast? I made sixty good oxen as yoke ever pressed. 2nd and 1st SINGERS. And it’s O! sweet. ‘Hark. etc.’ ect. ‘Herring and ling! O herring nad ling! Of all the fish in the sea is Herring the King. ‘So did I. hark! how dost.’ VII. There’s not a comb of honey-bee.
A little flower blows on the tree. straddle. etc. O! With a string. He left me six horses to follow the plough. strang. and ball. . There’s not a boat upon the sea. etc. and I bought me a calf. and bought me a cow. My baby more precious is to me. And it’s O! etc. No silk was ever spun so fine As is the hair of baby mine. My baby is the flower to me. sweet! and a lullaby! VIII. Can dance as baby does to me. And it’s O! etc. crown. Ten thousand parks where deer run. Ten thousand roses in the sun. as white as milk. crown. Ten thuosand pearls beneath the sea. Is brighter than my baby’s eye.There’s not a star that shines on high. My baby smells more sweet to me Than smells in spring the elder tree. etc. I’m going to get money. and all. And it’s O! etc. whing. And in the chimney corner the pretty thing sat. and I bought me a cat. With a whing. With a whing. More fair your skin. THE FOOLISH BOY My father died. You are my sceptre. And it’s O! etc. I sold my calf. waddle. By that my bargain I lost just half. O! under the Broom. I sold my six horses. I sold my cow. For all her robes of royal silk. So in my heart does baby dwell. A little fish swims in the well. With a whing. but I can’t tell how. The Queen has sceptre. And it’s O! sweet. and I can’t tell y’ how. O! Blossy boys! Babble. With a whing.
’ said Tommy-a-Lynn. Tommy-a-Lynn has a-riding gone. Tommy’s a Ranter and a Rover. ‘You’re fair enough now. Set fire to her tail. O a rare old man was Tommy-a-Lynn. ‘I’m not over well bridled. Tommy-a-Lynn has a-hunting gone. ‘I’ve got a sore seat. Tom-a-Lynn. etc. . TOMMY-A-LYNN Tommy-a-Lynn was a Dutchman born. and a laugh a long-lee. she sat on the stair. But two calves’ skins and the hair was gone. With a whing. and I bought me a wife.I sold my cat. his wife and his mother. A saddle of urchins’ skins has he put on. IX.’ ‘It’s hotter below. Rivet and tin. ‘I’ve got a hot kin. ‘I am damp to my feet. All to my tooth. etc.’ said Tommy to-day.’ said Tommy-a-Lynn.’ said Tommy-a-Lynn. and she burnt down my house. His head was bald and his chin was shorn. and the maid fell in. etc. I sold my mouse. etc. All to my tooth. A bridle of mouse tails has he hung on. He wore a cap made of a grey hare’s skin. screw. ‘Ow-yow!’ said the topmost. They all fell into the fire together.’ said Tommy-a-Lynn. Tommy’s a bone of my Stover. All to my tooth. Brew. etc. Tom-a-Lynn’s daughter. All to my tooth. All to my tooth. and I bought me a mouse. I fancy. Tommy-a-Lynn had no boots to put on. They were split at the side and the water ran in. All to my tooth. I’m wondrous fair!’ The stair it broke. She cut my throat with an old rusty knife. etc. ‘O father. O a rare old man was Tommy-a-Lynn. The bridle broke and the horse ran away. The urchins’ prickles were sharp as a pin.
his coat was red. A spur at his heel. There came a trooper a-riding by. and ate up the pig. There I met a pretty miss. And Nan would laugh with woman or man. and hairy around. Bold. hurry-scurry. Kissed Nan. Primrose Hill was dirty. And she had good ale and beer to sell. She had a daughter. Red and hairy around. And never he paid one fig—one fig. I’d spend it all upon you. pretty miss. Little miss. . drank beer. Green and airy around. Plump and bonny around. XI. There was an old woman lived under a hill. hurry-scurry. Bold and hair around. She had an old man and he wore a wig. big. and a hat on his head. With a clack. Grey and hairy around. If I had half-a-crown a day.X. He called for drink because he was dry. The trooper he was so bold and so big. PRIMROSE HILL As I was going up Primrose Hill. A cat and a dog and a fat little pig. GREEN AND AIRY AROUND There was an old woman lived under a hill. scurry whack! Green and airy around. Blessings light upon you. scurry whack! Green and airy around. And she dropped me a curtsey. With a clack. His boots were leather. her name it was Nan.
My mother does nothing but spin. Yet slowly the money comes in. And it’s O dear! etc. NICE YOUNG MAIDENS Here’s a pretty set of us. Alas! I must surely despair. Here’s a pretty set of us. O dear! how shocking’s the thought. When every lass has got a spark. All for husbands at a loss.XII. Here’s a pretty set of us. And now I must die an old maid. They say that I’m scornful and proud. But we cannot tarry thus. XIII. . They say that I’m comely and fair. Nice young maidens. For alack! I am getting quite ou’d. Nice young maidens. You’ll get husbands in a trice. Nice young maidens. I went to the gate to see. Now I’ll give you good advice. And it’s O dear! etc. Nice young maidens. And alas! all my beauty must fade. Now I’ll give you good advice. Will nobody come for me? And it’s O dear! what will become of me? O dear! what shall I do? Nobody coming to marry me? Nobody coming to woo? My father’s a hedger and ditcher. If you won’t be over nice. And I am a pretty young lassie. And it’s O dear! etc. Nice young maidens. Nice young maidens. LAST NIGHT THE DOGS DID BARK Last night the dogs did bark. But I’m sure it is none of my fau’t.
If I were to marry Y.. my dear. if you are inclined. Now I’ll recommend a plan. Your hand put in mine. . and my care!’ Saying.E. Nice young maidens. For if you should a husband lose.O.I.R. Saying. my daughter! my love.A. I am M. XIV. ‘Twas down in the meadows among the green hay. And to him I say W. My true love he met that very same day. my dear.T. You’ll die an old maiden. ‘What! married. ‘Twas down in the meadows to hear the birds sing. Not a farthing of fortune he’d give me. I don’t mind.L. Nice young maidens.E.? My father he’s worth ten thousand or more. AMONG THE GREEN HAY As I was a-walking one morning in spring.M. Nice young maidens. What makes you. I’ll make you a husband both loving and kind.C.O.D. You must do the best you can. ‘O as for your fortune.U. Miss. my dearest.Y. and his only heir.R. Do you think that your jewel you’d e’er find more shy Than T. ‘If it be so—then I have a new son. this morning to mourn? I wish to my heart you were not so forlorn. Fidgety old maiden. in harmony bind. And home to her father the very same day. Now I’ll leave you all to choose.H.’ So then to the church they both hasted away. I tell unto thee.I. If you’ve an offer.M.Now I’ll recommend a plan.S. ‘Honoured father.U. Now I’ll leave you all to choose. And I am his daughter. don’t refuse. I fear.’ (sic). If you’ll get a little man.’ So then the old man he greatly did stare. And Cupid shall U.
etc. Pick me an apple from yonder tree.’ XVI. etc. etc.’ said he. The old woman she couldn’t stay moping alone. ‘This is cleverly done. Tweedle. tweedle-dee. Then when I walked further.XV. I chanced to see A cow and a pretty maid under a tree. Tweedle. and they were poor. The old man he got up in the tree.’ ‘O that will I do. ‘the black cow with her tail Has spilt all the milk and kicked over the pail. if you please—I am dry. ‘A penn-orth of milk. ‘Look yonder. I sat myself down the world to admire. and down fell he. ‘O! what is the matter?’ quoth he. The old man he went one day from home. Tweedle. ‘O I have been sick since you’ve been gone.’ she said. Tweedle. And got up in the dawn. Tweedle. . I stepped to the damsel. They lived in a house that had but one door.’ said she. She plucked down the ladder. The old man he did come home at last. before it was light.’ said he. ONE MICHAELMAS MORN One Michaelmas morn I awoke in a fright. ‘O I’ve a petition to make of thee. O what an old couple were they. If you’d been in the garden you’d heard me groan. THE OLD COUPLE There was an old couple. and to her said I.’ ‘O! I’m sorry for that. O meek old woman was she. etc. Tweedle. And found the door and the windows fast. tweedle-dey. And saw the black berries grow on the green brier.
are you within?’ Heigho. ‘Pray. gammon and spinach. And when they came to Mousey’s hall. Mr. says Rowley. Heigho. etc. With a rowley powley. says Rowley. THE FROG WHO WOULD A-WOOING GO A frog he would a-wooing go. will you give us some beer? Heigho.’ replied Mr. kind sirs. etc. Rat. ‘Oh yes.’ With a rowley powley. XVII. Whether his mother would let him or no. With a rowley powley. Heigho. Heigho. ‘Indeed. I’m sitting to spin. will you give us a song? Heigho. says Rowley. ‘Pray.’ With a rowley powley. Heigho. Frog. Mistress Mouse. Heigho. and they gave a loud call. ‘Pray. And on the road he met with a rat. Kind Mistress Mousey for to see?’ With a rowley powley. For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer. etc. says Rowley. Mr. says Rowley. says Rowley. will you go with me. says Rowley. etc. Heigho.Come all pretty maidens. ‘Pray. And do to your husbands as done by she. Tweedle.’ With a rowley powley. wherever you be. ‘A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog. etc. says Anthony Rowley! So off he set with his opera hat. etc. They gave a loud knock. But let it be something that’s not very long. says Rowley. Mistress Mouse. Frog. . With a rowley powley. That’s the true end of matrimonie.’ With a rowley powley. Mistress Mouse. etc. etc.
Heigho.’ Mousey said. With a rowley powley. And sail the stormy sea. etc. gammon and spinach. says Rowley. With a rowley powley. And sail across the stormy sea. The kittens they pulled the little mouse down. With nasty pitch to soil his sands. Heigho.’ With a rowley powley. His jacket was deep sky blue. and the mouse. A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up. Heigho. But now he’s gone to sea. ‘I’ll sing you a song that I have just made. To reef the topsail now he’s gone. says Anthony Rowley! XVIII. says Rowley. etc. This put Mr. Heigho. Frog in a terrible fright. And dearly he loved me. and three. two. So there was an end of one. My Johnny was a shoemaker. says Rowley. Frog. My Johnny was a shoemaker. But as Froggy was crossing over a brook. With a rowley powley. etc. etc. says Rowley. says Rowley. His jacket was deep sky blue. It was as I declare. With a rowley powley. and wished them goodnight. And curly was his hair. A cat and her kittens came tumbling in. The rat. My Johnny was a shoemaker. says Rowley. etc. MY JOHNNY WAS A SHOEMAKER My Johnny was a shoemaker. Heigho. But while they were all a merry-making. Heigho. . The cat she seized the rat by the crown. With a rowley powley.‘Since you have caught cold. and the little froggee. He took up his hat. Heigho. Mr.
’ ‘We shall be found. and hung it close by. I took off my jacket. This fish is found. The miller passed by. Hanging to dry.’ etc. He put in his hand. etc. Into the well. etc. by and by. Pulled them both out.’ says the petticoat. they gave a loud shout. Down to the bottom sometimes he goes. And when he has done then off goes he. XIX. Then up to the surface again for blows. and now must we sing The ocean’s pride and the fishes’ king. And there will sport in his mighty glee. THE JACKET AND PETTICOAT As I went by my little pig-sty. . and pulled them both out. In Northern climes where it is very cold. ‘O!’ says the jacket. To bear my petticoat company. I saw my petticoat hanging to dry. He is the vast and the mighty thing. With a sword and a spyglass too. hanging to dry. as I’ve been told.And he will be a captain. THE WHALE The whale. ‘we shall be drowned!’ ‘No. The wind blew high. I saw my petticoat hanging to dry. Sailing along in the deep blue sea. and down they both fell. And when he is a captain bold He’ll come back to marry me. ‘we shall be found. the whale. XX. Company. Jacket and petticoat into the well. Sailing along in the deep blue sea. etc. My Johnny was a shoemaker. Sailing along in the deep blue sea.
I’m baking. and the tree in the wood. The finest twig that ever you did see. I am washing. around. And the green grass grew around. And when he’s done so. thereon. For all the week round I am toiling. And the green leaves flourished thereon. And on this bough there a fine twig. off goes he. and the bough in the tree. And the green leaves flourished thereon. XXI. And on this bird there grew a fine feather. So useful I be. And on this tree there grew a fine bough. around. WINE AND WATER Said Wine to Water. He’ll toss o’er the boat with a flick of his tail. Said Water to Wine.‘Tis a dangerous thing in catching the whale. etc. And the green leaves flourished thereon. The finest bird. I am washing. and the twig on the bough. . And the bough on the tree. thereon. They call me both Port and Sherry. And the twig on the bough. etc. The finest nest that ever you did see. The finest tree that ever you did see. So fine I be. They carry me over both land and sea. I cause every heart to be merry. etc. and boiling. The finest bough that ever you did see. I cause every heart to be merry. Sailing along in the deep blue sea. No kitchen can do for a day without me. And in this nest there sat a fine bird. And on this twig there stood a fine nest. and boiling. I’m baking. and the tree in the wood. And the green grass grew around. etc. THE TREE IN THE WOOD All in a wood there grew a fine tree. And the nest on the twig. XXII. The finest feather.
Hum-hum-hum. ‘Love and conscience ne’er went courting. Fa-la-la. And on this bed was laid a fine mother. Fa-la-la. Fa-la-la-la-la-li-gee-wo. The finest tree. etc. etc. A guilty conscience when I’m dying. Fa-la-la-la-la-li-gee-wo.’ etc. The finest babe. etc. Fa-la-la. Hum-hum-hum. etc. etc. The finest bed.’ ‘O but how he does disdain me! Hum-hum-hum. And the babe he grew up and became a fine boy. etc. And boy put an acorn all into the earth. etc. His cruel looks have almost slain me! Hum-hum-hum. Seek him when the spirit moves you. ‘As for looks they need not matter. The finest acorn. You must learn to fawn and flatter.’ etc. . Fa-la-la. ‘But that dreadful sin of lying. Youth and death is ill consorting. thou shalt find him. THE QUAKER SONG ‘O dear me! I’ve lost my lover! Hum-hum-hum-hum-hum! How shall I his loss recover? Hum-hum-hum-hum-hum!’ ‘Seek him dearest.’ etc. etc. And out of this acorn there grew a fine tree.’ etc. In the arms of this mother was laid a fine babe. The finest mother. XXIII.And of this feather was made a fine bed. etc. etc. The finest boy.
Of a fair lady gay. The king and queen sat down to dine. my Billy? But is she fit to be thy love. Yet she’s too young. To make a bag pudding. My honey boy?’ ‘I’ve been a-courting. she can card and she can spin. ‘But is she fit to be thy love. . XXV. My honey boy?’ ‘O she is fit to be my love. As ancient bards do sing. MY BILLY BOY ‘Where hast thou been to-day. Billy. And all the court beside. And stuffed it full of plums. mother. Billy. GOOD KING ARTHUR King Arthur was a worthy king.’ etc.’ etc. Billy.’ ‘Can she card and can she spin. As to the hand befits the glove. My honey boy?’ ‘Yes. And what they could not eat that night The queen next morning fried. my Billy? Where hast thou been to-day. Yet she’s too young. A bag pudding the queen she made. she can do everything. He bought three pecks of barley meal. O and yes.XXIV. And in it put great lumps of fat As big as my two thumbs. my Billy? Can she card and can she spin. Yet she’s too young To be taken from her mammy.
I pray. lol-de-riddle-hi-ding-do. He shot the miller’s sow right through the heart. Fol-de-riddle. ‘Wife! O wife! bring me brandy in a spoon. As that a sheath befits a knife. etc. Sing he.‘Tarry with me. my Billy? How old may she be. Fol-de-riddle. “How old may she be. the old carrion crow. Watching a tailor shape his coat: Sing he. My honey boy. Yet she’s too young To be taken from her mammy. sing ho. and twice eleven. Twice ten. Waiteth for me that lady gay. . The tailor shot. sing ho. sing ho.’ etc.’ Sing he. That I may shoot yon carrion crow. My honey boy?’ ‘O she is fit to be my wife. My honey boy?’ ‘She is twice six. etc. Fol-de-riddle. Yet she’s too young. lol-de-riddle-hi-ding-do. Fol-de-riddle. I pray. Tarry with me. my Billy? But is she fit to be thy wife.’ Sing he. sing ho. etc. ‘Wife. Fol-de-riddle. Fol-de-riddle. my Billy. Yet she’s too young. etc. THE CARRION CROW A carrion crow sat on an old oak. the old carrion crow. twice seven. Billy.’ etc. bring to me my old crossbow.’ ‘Down in the meadows a-flowering gay. Billy. and he missed his mark. Billy. etc. lol-de-riddle-hi-ding-do. For the old miller’s sow is in a swoon.’ XXVI. ‘But is she fit to be thy wife.
And I brought twopence of it home to my wife. May the pipe and the bowl never leave us. the robins so red. etc. So hard was the fate of the babes in the wood. jolly. And when it was night. They sobbed and they sighed. THE BABES IN THE WOOD Poor babes in the wood. and this was their song: Poor babes in the wood. And when they were dead. And happy the girls who receive us When we come rolling home. so bad was their plight. poor babes in the wood. I love fourpence. jolly fourpence. I spent a penny of it. you must know that a long time ago. Two poor little children whose names I don’t know. etc. poor babes in the wood! So hard was the fate of the babes in the wood. While my mother related the story to me. etc. dearly as my life. jolly. jolly sixpence. I lent a penny of it. I love fourpence. When we come rolling home. Kind friends who never deceive us. I brought fourpence of it home to my wife. I LOVE SIXPENCE I love sixpence. . and they bitterly cried. I love sixpence. May the pipe. I spent a penny of it. XXVIII. Were stolen away on a fine summer’s day.XXVII. as I’ve heard people say. Poor babes in the wood. dearly as my life. They mournfully whistled. And all the day long. Brought strawberry leaves. The sun it went down. And left in a wood. the branches among. and the stars gave no light. And happy the girls who receive us. how silent I’d be. Poor babes in the wood. and over them spread. When a child on the knee. And the poor little things they lay down and died. Rolling home! Rolling home! Rolling home. My dear. I lent a penny of it.
I love twopence. I love twopence. dearly as my life. I was so spruce and gay. etc. Says I’m a good for nothing dandy. As the elderly gentleman sat. O. O. On the top of his head was a wig. With a pretty little waist. and something better knew Than sucking lollipops and sugar-candy. . But when I older grew. And plunged in the river his hat. And I love nothing but my bonny wife. And they christened me the pretty little dandy. What a funny rogue was I. I lent a penny of it. I spent nothing of it. The wind it blew high and blew strong. AND CANE By the side of a murmuring stream. May the pipe. XXX. WIG. I spent a penny of it. May the pipe. With my little curly head of hair so sandy. And bore from his head in a trice. I love nothing. etc. And I brought nothing of it home to my wife. The gentleman then took his cane. XXIX. Which lay by his side as he sat. jolly. dearly as my life. That she sings me lullaby. On the top of his wig was a hat. HAT. I lent nothing of it. O. That the ladies used to say. All the damsels used to cry. I love nothing. THE LITTLE DANDY Oh when I was a boy and a pretty little boy. And he dropped in the river his wig. O. O. jolly nothing. And a lazy boots am I. In attempting to get at his hat. Oh and then to end all strife I did get a little wife. Oh! the pretty little fellow is a dandy. Why. jolly twopence. As an elderly gentleman sat. jolly. O. so hand.
A little bit of rouge. Chit. Chit. Or any silly thing at all of which they can Chit. how the damsels talk. Pretty little damsels. chat. tittle-tattle-tat. chat. To follow his cane. tittle-tattle-tat. and the pretty little grin. And in plumped the son of a woman. how they walk. XXXI. And of the beaus and the fashions. Chit. chat. Chit. tittle-tattle. Pretty little bonnets. And full in his eye madness sat. and a nice little fan. Chit. tittle-tattle-tat. chat. And now and then a little bit of slander is no balk To their chit. and a little bit of fun. tittle-tattle-tat. and hat. Cool reflection at length came across. wig. The pretty little nose. tittle-tattle. So he thought he would follow the stream. how prettily they run. tittle-tattle-tat. and pretty little caps. And the nimble little tongue to keep others in. chat. chat. Chit. tittle-tattle. And the pretty little mouth. O’erbalanced the rest of his fat. and the pretty little chin. chat. While this elderly gentleman sat. And look for his cane. tittle-tattle-tat. tittle-tattle. Chit. CHIT. go to cheapen in the shops. Chit. To swim with his wig and his hat. wig. how they chat. chat. All bout their sweethearts and all that. A nice little picture of a nice little man. tittle-tattle. Up and down the City. chat. tittle-tattle. For a little bit of flattery. . chat. chat.His breast is grew cold with despair. Chit. So he flung in the river his cane. and hat. Chit. CHAT Pretty little damsels. His head being thicker than common. Pretty little damsels. chat.
Each bush affords a tune. Sweet nightingale whose warbling throat. The pigeon sings in every grove. Then the lads and the lasses in company join’d. And they send forth their breath like a stream. WINTER SONG When the trees are all bare. not a leaf to be seen. Round the fireplace gather in glee. Fa-la-la-la. The pleasant wood and spring. If pleasant music may divert. When the innocent flocks run for ease to the fold. And listen in the beeches’ shades Where nightingale doth sing. Fa-la-la-la. Come out into the cowslip-meads. In the yard when the cattle are foddered with straw. SONG OF SPRING The country’s now in all its pride. And milkmaids warble songs of love. When nature’s disrobed of her garment of green. . And whistle and sing so do we. Displays a lovely scene. fa-la. Now dressed in lovely green. Talk of fairies and witches that ride on the wind. far excels my sorry note. And the neat-looking dairymaid sees she must thaw Flakes of ice that she finds in the cream. fa-la. And the meadows their beauty have lost. To deck the little children’s hair.XXXII. Far. And the streams are fast bound by the frost. Ten thousand pretty flowers appear. The earth with many colours dyed. The cuckoo’s picked up all the dirt. With their fleece besprinkled with snow. Fa-la-la-la. XXXIII. The trees are all in bloom. As bleak the winds northerly blow. When the shepherd stands idle and shivers with cold. fa-la.
A lord there was who with the king A mighty wager makes. Ye parents all. there were no clay. As it fell out they all fell in. three hours by th’ clock. as loud as he could. He said ‘twould bear a man to slide. THREE CHILDREN SLIDING Three children sliding on the ice Upon a summer’s day. alack! alack! Water ran down their throats. that children have. Now had these children been at home. Oh. And all the seas were ink. If you would keep them from the grave.XXXIV. XXXV. Of which one’s head was from his shoulders stuck. Who then cried out. then. And all the trees were bread and cheese. what should we lack-o? I. The rest they ran away. And ye that eke have none. Where children three were drowned. How should we take tobacco? . What should we have to drink? If all the world were sand-o. Pray make them stay at home. But when he saw he could not win. He would have drawn the stakes. whose name was John. And stopped their breath. Ere they could get the boats. And laid a hundred pound. ‘Oh lon-a-lon-a-don!’ Thus being drowned. Ten thousand pounds to one penny They had not all been drowned. as they say. IF ALL THE WORLD WERE PAPER If all the world were paper. The king said ‘twould break and not abide. Or sliding on dry ground.
If all our vessels ran-a. tipperly. vandigo-van. nipperly. Fly to my William. down the form. Here a step. then how should we Here make an end of singing? XXXVI. And there the poor hare was constrained to die. Up the middle. With my Hickerly Tout. both to my Willy. there a turn. I hunted my Merry all into the rye. away! I hunted my Merry all into the barley. What should we do for sack? If all things were eternal. Turn and sing merrily. eversheen. Both to my Willy. Hipperly. And nothing their end bringing. The Hare was before and the hounds ‘ware away!’ With my Hickerly Tout. And there the sly puss did attempt us to cheat. Both laden with silver and gold. And there the poor puss was pursued by old Snarley. If none but had a crack. If I had two wings of an angel. . ticklesome Trout. If Spanish apes ate all our grapes. To fly o’er the ocean so blue. Hunt hounds. etc. I hunted my Merry all into the wheat. If this should be. ‘Twas up the hill. My sailor so true and so bold. My sailor so bold and so true. THE HUNTING OF THE HARE I hunted my Merry all into the hay. XXXVII. I’d fly to the arms of sweet William. etc. I’d give them both to my sweet William. With my Hickerly Tout. etc. My sailor so true and so bold. etc. IF I HAD TWO SHIPS If I had two ships on the ocean. With my Hickerly Tout.
I hunted my Merry all into the oats And there I cut off both his paw and his scutt. Eating bread and honey. etc. When the pie was opened The birds began to sing. And he fired too soon. XXXVIII. He went to the brook. Four and twenty blackbirds. . Counting out his money. And he saw a little duck. mark. mark. With my Hickerly Tout. drake. lead. A pocket full of rye. By came a blackbird ANd pecked off her nose. And he had a little gun. SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE Sing a song of sixpence. Was not this a dainty dish To set before the king? The king was in his counting-house. The maid was in the garden. bake. drake. And bid her make a fire for to bake. He carried it home. lead. head. quack. Hanging out the clothes. quack. The drake was swimming With his curly tail. Baked in a pie. The little man made it his mark. And he’d go fetch her next the drake. And his bullets were made of lead. But he let off his gun. To roast the little duck He had shot in the brook. So the drake flew away with a quack. head. And he shot it through the head. THE LITTLE MAN There was a little man. bake. XXXIX. The queen was in the parlour. To his good wife Joan.
... and T.N.. And oh! it was a-laden With pretty things for me. with a G. with a G.. There was S. and I. Kitty Fisher found it.. . And his name was little Bingo. LITTLE BINGO A farmer’s dog leapt over the stile. A-sailing on the sea.XL.. G. with a G. A SHIP A-SAILING I saw a ship a-sailing. with an N.O. The four and twenty sailors That stood between the decks.I. with an I. N. And its name was jolly Stingo. There was B. G. With chains about their necks.O. with an I. The sails were made of satin. The farmer loved a pretty lass.I. There was R. And gave her a wedding Ring-o. LUCY LOCKET Lucy Locket lost her pocket.G. with an O. with an I. G. N.I. XLII..T. There was R. and I...G.N. And apples in the hold..G.N. His name was little Bingo: There was B.O.. with an O. There was S. XLI. Were four and twenty white mice.. But never a penny was there in ‘t Except the binding round it.. The farmer loved a cup of ale. with an O. There were comfits in the cabin. The masts of beaten gold.. And called it very good stingo. N. with a T. with an N. She curtsied and took the Ring-o.
And when the ship was sailing. While I lie down and take my naps. what makes your maidens lie On Christmas day in the morning? Dame. Dame. they cannot fly. should come With his cock’d hat. Their wings are cut. by chance. maidens lie? Dame. haw-hum! Her back stood up and her bones were bare. Ducks to die. He-haw. bake your pies. Maidens lie. Bake your pies. LITTLE JOHN COOK Little John Cook he had a grey mare. He-haw. Shu-a-O! Shu-a-O! XLIV. what makes your ducks to die On Christmas day in the morning? Their wings are cut. what makes your maidens lie. haw-hum! . they cannot fly On Christmas day in the morning. The captain said. ducks to die? Dame. Dame get up and bake your pies On Christmas day in the morning. and his long gun. With a packet on his back. sir. THE SCARECROW O all you little blackey tops. ON CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING Dame. Then you must fly. what makes your ducks to die. and I must run. get up and bake your pies.The captain was a duck. Cannot fly. Shu-a-O! Shu-a-O! If father he. ‘Quack! quack!’ XLIII. Pray don’t eat my father’s crops. cannot fly. XLV.
John Cook was riding up Shooters’ Bank, He-haw; haw-hum! And there this nag did kick and prank, He-haw; haw-hum! John Cook was riding up Shooters’ Hill, He-haw; haw-hum! The mare fell down, and she made her will, He-haw; haw-hum! The bridle and saddle he laid on the shelf, He-haw; haw-hum! If you want any more, you may sing it yourself, He-haw; haw-hum!
XLVI. LITTLE BO-PEEP Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can’t tell where to find them; Let 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 woke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-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 their tails behind them. It happened one day, as she did stray Into a meadow hard by; There she espied their tails side by side, All hung on a bush to dry.
XLVII. THE MAGPIE A pie sat on a pear tree, A pie sat on a pear tree, A pie sat on a pear tree, Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! And once so merrily hopped she, And twice so merrily hopped she, And thrice so merrily hopped she, Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho!
XLVIII. ROBIN REDBREAST AND JENNY WREN ‘Twas once upon a time When Jenny Wren was young, So daintily she danced And so prettily she sung; Robin Redbreast lost his heart, For he was a gallant bird; So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren, Requesting to be heard. ‘O dearest Jenny Wren, If you will but be mine, You shall feed on cherry-pie, You shall drink red currant wine; I’ll dress you as a goldfinch, As any peacock gay; So dearest Jen if you’ll be mine, Let us appoint the day.’ Jenny blushed behind her fan, And thus declared her mind: ‘Since, dearest Bob, I love you, I take your offer kind; Cherry-pie is very nice, And so is currant wine; But I must wear my plain brown gown, And never go too fine.’ Robin Redbreast rose betimes, All at the break of day, He flew to Jenny Wren’s house, And sang a roundelay. He sang of Robin Redbreast, And little Jenny Wren; And when he came unto the end, He then began again.
XLIX. NEW-YEAR’S DAY I saw three ships come sailing by, Come sailing by, come sailing by; I saw three ships come sailing by, On New-Year’s day in the morning.
And what do you think was in them then, Was in them then, was in them then? And what do you think was in them then, On New-Year’s day in the morning? Three pretty girls were in them then, Were in them then, were in them then. Three pretty girls were in them then, On New-Year’s day in the morning. One could whistle, and one could sing, The other could play on the violin, Such joy there was at my wedding, On New-Year’s day in the morning.
L. THE DILLY SONG Come, and I will sing you. What will you sing me? I will sing you the One, O! What is your One, O? One of them is all alone, and ever will remain so. Come, and I will sing you. What will you sing me? I will sing you Two, O! What is your Two, O? Two of them are lily-white babes, and dressed all in green, O. Come, etc. I will sing you Three, O! What is your Three, O? Three of them are strangers, o’er the wide world they are rangers. Come, etc. I will sing you Four, O! What is your Four, O? Four it is the dilly hour, when blooms the gilly flower. Come, etc. I will sing you Five, O! What is your Five, O? Five it is the dilly bird, that’s never seen, but heard, O! Come, etc. I will sing you Six, O! What is your Six, O? Six the ferryman in the boat, that doth on the river float, O!
Come, etc. I will sing you Seven, O! What is your Seven, O? Seven it is the crown of Heaven, the shining stars be seven, O! Come, etc. I will sing you Eight, O! What is your Eight, O? Eight it is the morning break, when all the world’s awake, O! Come, etc. I will sing you Nine, O! What is your Nine, O? Nine it is the pale moonshine, the pale moonlight is nine, O! Come, etc. I will sing you Ten, O! What is your Ten, O? Ten forbids all kind of sin, and ten again begin, O!
LI. GREEN BROOM There was an old man lived out in the wood, His trade was a-cutting of Broom, green Broom; He had but one son without thrift, without good, Who lay in his bed till ‘twas noon, bright noon. The old man awoke one morning, and spoke, He swore he would fire the room, that room, If his John would not rise and open his eyes, And away to the wood to cut Broom, green Broom. So Johnny arose, and he slipped on his clothes, And away to the wood to cut Broom, green Broom; He sharpened his knives, for once he contrives To cut a great bundle of Broom, green Broom. When Johnny passed under a lady’s fine house, Passed under a lady’s fine room, fine room, She called to her maid, ‘Go fetch me,’ she said, ‘Go fetch me the boy that sells Broom, green Broom.’ When Johnny came into the lady’s fine house, And stood in the lady’s fine room, fine room’ ‘Young Johnny,’ she said, ‘will you give up your trade, And marry a lady in bloom, full bloom?’
Tom took out his pipes and began to play. And they all stopped to hear him play His ‘Over the hills. full bloom. and glass. green Broom. Whenever he played.’ Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise. and she used her legs. And jackass’s load was lightened full soon. Over the hills. and far away.’ etc.’ Till the pail was broke. LIL.Johnny gave his consent. Was ‘Over the hills. he was the piper’s son. Over the hills. all folks do declare. and far away. TOM. O how did she fret. At market and fair. He learned to play when he was young. E’en pigs on their hind legs would after him prance. He took out his pipes and played him a tune. Over the hills and a great way off. That he pleased both the girls and boys. pans. Over the hills. and to church they both went. But all the tunes that he could play. As Dolly was milking her cow one day. Heavy laden with pots. Over the hills.’ etc. Over the hills. And the wind will blow my top-knot off. but he laughed at the joke. That those who heard him could not keep still. . and the milk ran on the ground.’ etc.’ etc.’ etc. dishes. There is none like the Boy that sold Broom. they began to dance. He met Dame Trot with a basket of eggs. He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass. So Doll and the cow danced ‘the Chishire round. THE PIPER’S SON Tom. He used his pipe. And he wedded the lady in bloom. Tom on his pipe did play with such skill. She danced about till the eggs were all broke.
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?’ ‘I’m going a-milking. To-whit! to-whoo! Sleep.’ etc.’ etc. In the hedge-row Glow-worms alight. sir. Owls hoot all night. baby. ‘And it’s dabbling. LULLABY Sleep. my pretty maid. With your red rosy cheeks?’ etc. WHERE ARE YOU GOING MY PRETTY MAID? ‘O where are you going. All through the night Sleep.’ she said. Dropping of dew.—in the dark. Rivulets flow.’ ‘May I go with you. Watching a star. ‘Wait till you’re wanted. sleep! Dad is not nigh. sleep! Dad is away. baby. sir.’ she said. Looking for day. ‘I. Lul-lul-a-by! Moon shining bright. Tossed on the deep. may I marry you. . sleep! Dad is afar. On the hearth—click!— Dies the last spark. Tossed on the deep.’ she said. my pretty maid. ‘O you may go with me. sir. my pretty maid. Tack. Tossed on the deep. With your red rosy cheeks?’ etc. baby. LIV. Clock going—tick. ‘And it’s dabbling.LIII. ‘And it’s dabbling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair.
etc. Cold winter is come. . THE ROBIN Come here. LV. Move your nimble fingers in a brisk quick way. What will he think? Baby dear. click. Along the crowded street and beneath the pleasant shade. To feed you this bitter cold weather. clack. clack. little Robin. Click. While the nimble little fingers play a clack. click. and put down your wing. And pick up the crumbs and don’t mind me. And to-night you’ll hear an answer with a clack. So remember. And pussy-cat is not behind me. you poor little thing. Bringing red shoon For baby at home. clack. The tramp of feet you’ll hear with their marching clack. CLACK Springtime brings the swallow and the bluebird home. and sing me a song. And summer we soon will be greeting. and put down your wing. clack! A merry little clacker with his clack. but it will not last long. sweet Robin. and acquire the very knack. little Robin. This morning try to practise. Than a merry little clacker with his clack. clack. I don’t mean to hurt you. clack. clack. Click. CLICK. clack. clack. Some people could not do it if they tried all day. So hop about pretty. But not a bird is truer to the time of coming back. Through the merry market and down the long parade. In return for the breakfast you’re eating. The happy little swallow knows her hour to come. I would not hurt even a feather. and pick up some crumbs. soon Daddy will come. click. Click.Sleep. Come here. clack. sleep! What! not a wink! Dad on the deep. etc. clack. click! Clack. LVI. baby. clack.
creep. TWINKLE Twinkle. Ofttimes up the hills we go. how slowly he goes. . LIX. Tack. See little streamlets dance. TWINKLE. To the fields we go. Spend happy hours. Down the hill-side. He could not see which way to go.LVII. You may know whence he comes by his slimy track. Gather pretty flowers. He gobbles him up as a cat does a mouse. twinkle. forget-me-nots. Chase the bee and butterfly. Chase the bee and butterfly Where the summer daisies lie. See the rocks the sunbeams glance. How I wonder what you are. But a blackbird is watching him on his track. Walking in the grassy paths Skipping we go. The snail crawls out with his house on his back. SCHOOL OVER When our working school is done. Creep. THE SNAIL The snail crawls out with his house on his back. And you’d do the same if you carried your house. Many pretty flowers. Up above the world so high. LVIII. little star. Whence they glide. Picking cooling buttercups. Bluebells and daffodils. If you did not twinkle so. When the traveller in the dark Thanks you for thy tiny spark. Like a diamond in the sky. Spending happy hours. Where the summer daisies lie. tack! on the roof of his house. Violets.
Twinkle. ‘They keep eating longer than ever I saw.’ Said Dick to his father one day. ‘Dear work. And all things said to the beautiful sun. The tall pink foxglove bowed his head. THE PIGS ‘Do look at those pigs as they lie in the straw.’ his father replied. with a quiet delight.’ Such a number of rooks flew over her head. of a sow. bleat. All over the world and never could sleep. Crying ‘Caw! Caw!’ on their way to bed. She knew nothing more till again it was day. . I allow. good night. And said. For she knew he had God’s time to keep. All seeming to say. as she watched their curious flight. ‘Little black things. And he nothing shines upon. GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING A fair little girl sat under a tree Sewing as long as her eyes could see. The sheep’s bleat.’ The horses neighed and the oxen lowed. good night. Though she saw him there like a ball of light. And good little Lucy tied up her hair. And while on the pillow she softly lay. ‘Tis the nature.’ LXI. what greedy gluttons are they!’ ‘I see they are feasting. But let us remember before we deride. ‘They eat a great deal. Then appears they tiny spark. And said on her knees her evening prayer. The violet curtsied and went to bed. She smoothed her work and folded it right. good night. Oh.When the blazing sun is gone. good night. came over the road. LX. She said. my dear. in the dark. ‘Good morning! Good morning! our work has begun. good night!’ She did not say to the sun Good night. twinkle. good night. ‘Dear little girl.
And hurried to the pond. my dear Dick. THE LITTLE FISHERMAN There was a little fellow once. He hastened home. And tired too himself. But followed his own wishes. And in this most inhumane sport. ‘When plumcake and sugar for ever he picks. such as you.‘But when a great boy. And many a little fish he caught. . Pray let him get rid of his own greedy tricks. Where often Harry went. we may say. To see them writhe in agony. Did catch him by the chin. A large meat-hook. What a glutton! indeed. And many a naughty trick had he— I tell it to his shame.’ LXII. His father had a little pond. And struggle on the hook. Of which he was so fond. Does nothing but eat all the day. And then he may laugh at the pigs. At last. To put his fishes in. And sweetmeats and comfits and figs. But as he jumped to reach a dish. And one most cruel trick of his Was that of catching fishes. when having caught enough. And there began the cruel game. One day he took his hook and bait. And Harry was his name. He minded not his friends’ advice. He many an evening spent. intending there To put them on the shelf. that hung close by. And keeps taking nice things till he makes himself sick. And pleased was he to look.
She began to shiver. etc. she began to cry. While from the wound the crimson blood In dreadful torrents poured. Fol. And set him in a chair. He cut her petticoats up to her knees. did-dle. lol. lol. She began to shake. lol.’ LXIII. lol. ‘Oh! oh!. Fol. etc. did-dle. etc. Fol. And then they carried him upstairs. have stood to see Their tender bodies torn. ‘But now I know how great the smart. What tortures they have borne. How terrible the pain! As long as I can feel myself I’ll never fish again. While I. O Lawk-a-mercy. The surgeon came and stopped the blood. this be none of I! Fol. And laid him on his bed. He cut her petticoats round about. frightened much To see him hanging there. etc. Fol. she began to shake. And soon they took him from the hook. lol. The maids came running. Fol. She went to market. When the little old woman began to wake. did-dle.’ said he. well pleased. There passed a pedlar whose name was Stout. lol. lol. Fol. etc. dol. lol. Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze. And screamed and cried and roared. ‘poor little fish. did-dle. And she fell asleep on the king’s high-way. etc. She went to market upon a fair day.Poor Harry kicked and called aloud. THE LITTLE OLD WOMAN There was an old woman as I’ve heard tell. And up he bound his head. Fol. her eggs for to sell. . dol.
it has no bone. it has no stone. Fol. Petsum. And each sent a present unto me. Fol. . If it be I. etc. The third sent a book that no man could read. etc.If it be I. Fol. lol. Petsum. Petsum. How can there be a chicken without any bone? Perrie. LXIV. Paradixi. I’ve a little dog at home. she began to cry. The first sent a chicken without any bone. He began to bark. etc. Perrie. Petsum. When the little woman went home in the dark. etc. When the chicken is in the egg. Lawk-a-mercy! ‘Tis none of I! Fol. etc. Perrie-merry-dixi. etc. Perrie. etc. he will wag his tail. Perrie-merry-dixi. The fourth sent a blanket without any thread. THE RIDDLE I had four brothers over the sea. he will bark and rail. lol. do-mi-ne. etc. How can there be a cherry without any stone? Petsum. etc. etc. When the cherry is in the blossom. etc. How can there be a blanket without any thread? Petsum. etc. The second a cherry without any stone. lol. Perrie. etc. etc. do-mi-ne. as I reckon it be. If it be not I. and he knows me. Patsum. etc. lol. How can there be a book that no man can read? Perrie. lol. The little dog loudly began to bark. etc. lol. Fol. Fol.
Up the ladder and down the wall. Mrs. Petsum. come with a call. dilly. dilly. dilly. come and be killed. MRS. dilly. Come with a good will or not at all.’ Dilly. Leave your supper and leave your sleep. You find milk. dilly. dilly. When the blanket is in the fleece. ‘Little wag-tails. dilly.When the book is in the press. GIRLS AND BOYS COME OUT TO PLAY Girls and boys come out to play. Bond. dilly. go fetch me a duckling or two. come to be killed. go fetch me a duckling or two. With plenty of onions and plenty of sage.’ ‘Dilly. dilly. LXVI. And they won’t come to be killed by me. dilly. dilly. And come to your playfellows in the street. ‘Dilly. For you must be stuffed and my customers filled!’ ‘John Ostler. etc. BOND ‘Oh. . etc. no man may it read. ‘I have been to the ducks that swim in the pond. Perrie. LXV. She cried. The moon doth shine as bright as day. it has no thread. etc.’ etc. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage. John Ostler. And we’ll have a pudding in half an hour. For you must be stuffed and my customers filled. Bond?’ ‘There’s beef in the larder. and I’ll find flour. and ducks in the pond. what have you got for dinner. She cried. Mrs.’ etc. dilly.’ etc. I cried. Cry. Dilly. Come with a whoop. A penny loaf it will serve us all. Mrs.
The goose walked bare-footed for fear of being seen. I little boy came with his bow and arrow. etc. His waistcoat was made of crusts of pies. And he chirrupped and chirrupped so merrily. ‘that never will do! He fluttered his wings and away he flew. Not for fear of being seen. And his coat was made of good roast beef. he chirrupped. And his name. And his buttons were made of penny loaves. tang-dillo. And he chirrupped and chirrupped so merrily. ‘Oh no!’ said the sparrow. Determined to shoot this little cock-sparrow.LXVII. but of wetting her toes. but his silver is white. And the man that drinks strong beer hath a jolly red nose. LXVIII. LXIX. AIKEN DRUM There was a man lived in the moon. THE GOOSE AND GANDER The goose and the gander walked over the green. He chirrupped. The blacksmith is black. And his hat was made of good cream cheese. And his name was Aiken Drum. etc. THE LITTLE COCK-SPARROW A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree. . too. tang-dillo. And his giblets will make me a little pie. And he sits in the ale-house from morning till night. etc. And his name. A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree. tang-dillo. And his name. Tang-dillo. etc. And his name. For he’s going to make me a nice fat stew. And he played upon a ladle. And happy is the man that sits under the willow. etc. And his name was Aiken Drum.
etc. The mousie had married so clever a lad. And there was an end of Willy Wood. And his name. PUSSY-CAT Pussy-cat high. etc. And he ate up all the good cream cheese. And he ate up all the good roast beef. LXXI. And his name. And then she told a tale to me. With her bag-pipes under her arm. etc. There was a man in another town. And he ate up all the crusts of pies. How mousie had marries a humble-bee. But he choked himself with the haggis bags. O! The bonnie pit laddie. And he ate up all the penny loaves. And his name. O! . LXX. O! He sits in a hole as black as a coal. Pussy-cat was a fine teazer of tow. And brings the white siller to me. and hews in his jacket. And brings the white siller to me. the canny pit laddie. And his name. The bonnie pit laddie for me. And his name was Willy Wood. And his name was Willy Wood. And he played upon a raxor. The bonnie pit laddie for me. etc. O! He sits in his cricket.His breeches were made of haggis bags. the canny pit laddie. The was I indeed ever so glad. Pussy-cat low. And his name. etc. Pussy-cat she came into the barn. THE BONNIE PIT LADDIE The bonnie pit laddie.
I think I see my mother coming! O mother. my canny keel laddie. I think I see my sister coming! O sister. stop. I think I see my father coming! O father.’ etc.’ etc. ‘Stop. O! LXXII. hast thou brought?’ etc. stop. And come to set thee free. And come to set me free?’ ‘Ay.’ etc. I am not come to see thee hung Upon this gallows tree. I think I see my brother coming! O brother.My bonnie keel laddie. And come to set me free?’ ‘I’ve never brought thy golden ball. The bonnie keel laddie for me. Nor come to set thee free. I have brought thy golden ball. stop! I see my sweetheart coming! Sweetheart. stop. ‘Stop. stop. And brings the white siller to me.’ ‘Stop. ‘Stop.’ etc. ‘I’ve neither brought. THE GOLDEN BALL ‘Stop. I think I see my cousin coming! O cousin. ‘Stop. I think I see my uncle coming! O uncle. hast thou brought?’ etc.’ . I think I see my aunt coming! O aunt. hast thou brought my golden ball. O! He sits in his keel as black as the deil. hast thou brought?’ etc. stop. ‘Stop. ‘Stop. stop. But I have come to see thee hung Upon this gallows tree. stop. hast thou brought my golden ball.
She went to the joiner’s To buy him a coffin. But when she came back He was licking the dish. But when she came back He was smoking his pipe. MARY Mistress Mary. How does your garden grow? With cockle shells And silver bells. She went to the ale-house To buy him some beer. LXXIV. To get her poor dog a bone. But when she came back The dog stood on his head. She went to the baker’s To buy him some bread. And so the poor dog had none. But when she came back The dog sat in a chair. Quite contrary. When she came there The cupboard was bare. . But when she came back The poor dog was dead.LXXIII. MRS. She went to the fishmonger’s To buy him some fish. She went to the tavern For white wine and red. And marigolds all in a row. But when she came back The poor dog was laughing. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard. She took a clean dish To get him some tripe.
She went to the fruiterer’s To buy him some fruit. said the sparrow. dame said. But when she came back He was feeding the cat. I killed cock-robin. But when she came back He was reading the news. She went to the hosier’s To buy him some hose. wow! LXXV. But when she came back The dog was spinning. With my bow and arrow.She went to the hatter’s To buy him a hat. The The The The dame made a curtsey. Bow. Your servant! dog said. But when she came back He was dress’d in his clothes. But when she came back He was riding a goat. dog made a bow. . She went to the sempstress To buy him some linen. She went to the tailor’s To buy him a coat. She went to the cobbler’s To buy him some shoes. But when she came back He was playing the flute. She went to the barber’s To buy him a wig. But when she came back He was dancing a jig. WHO KILLED COCK-ROBIN? Who killed cock-robin? I.
said the fish. I’ll be the clerk. With my spade and shovel. Who’ll bear him to his grave? I. With my little dish. . I’ll dig his grave. said the lark. If it’s not in the dark. We’ll bear the pall. If it’s not in the night. said the fly. I’ll bear him to his grave. I’ll make hs shroud. With my little book.Who saw him die? I. Who’ll be chief mourner? I. I caught his blood. I mourn for my love. I’ll fetch it in a minute. I’ll be the parson. I’ll be chief mourner. Who caught his blood? I. With my little eye. Who’ll be the parson? I. said the owl. With my thread and needle. Who’ll dig his grave? I. Who’ll be the clerk? I. said the wren. I saw him die. Who’ll bear the pall? We. said the dove. Who’ll carry the link? I. said the beetle. Who’ll make his shroud? I. Both the cock and the hen. I’ll carry the link. said the kite. said the linnet. said the rook.
farewell! All the birds of the air Fell a-sighing and a-sobbing. WILLIAM Easter day was a holiday Of all the days in the year. Saying. Who’ll toll the bell? I. And the Jews were all below.’ LXXVII. Saying. so high. As she sat in a bush. I’ll sing the psalm. my pretty fellow. Mammy she went to the Jew-wife’s house. He has not been here to-day. He is off with his schoolfellows on the green. THE JEW’S GARDEN He tossed the ball so high. LITTLE ST. She was dressed all in green. And loud she knocked at the ring. And so.Who’ll sing the psalm? I. cock-robin. if you be there. But St. come hither. then out came the Jew’s daughter. Pray open. Little St. if you be here. Because I can pull. When they heard the bell toll For poor cock-robin. Mammy she went to Lyn water The water was wide and deep. He tossed the ball so low. LXXVI. And all the little schoolfellows went to play. said the bull. . ‘Come hither. A-playing at some pretty play. and let mother in. Little St. Oh. The Jew’s wife opened the door and said. William was not there. O pity! your mammy does weep. William. He tossed the ball in the Jew’s garden. And fetch your ball again. said the thrush. William.
And lay my prayer-book all at my head. May read them as is most meet. . And weave me a winding-sheet. go home. For the Jew’s wife she has me slain. You will with my body meet. mother dear. as they pass by. For to-morrow morning when the church bells ring. Go home. That all little schoolboys.O how can I pity you. Lay my grammar at my feet. my own mammy dear. And I have so long been in pain? For the little penknife sticks close in my heart.
my lady gay.’ MOTHER. ‘Come back.’ THE DUKES. copper. And show your boots that are not black.GAME RHYMES ___________ I. come back! you Spanish knight.’ THE DUKES. We’ll take our horses and ride away. young damsel. We’ll take our horses and ride away. Here come three Dukes a-riding. a-riding.’ THE DUKES.’ MOTHER. the dukes chanting:—] . nor gold. A-riding. ‘O. they are brought back to their mother in the same order.’ THE DUKES. So fare thee well. come back! you Spanish Jack. And choose the fairest in your sight. Neither for silver. ‘Come back.’ MOTHER. And call again another day. To court your daughter Jane. my lady gay. And in this city I sha’n’t be told They are not bright. She for her beauty shall be sold. So fare thee well. And clean your spurs. Here come three Dukes a-riding. And in this city they were bought. I’ll stamp my foot and swear the same. ‘My spurs are bright and richly wrought. To list t’ your foolish flattering tongue. ‘This is the fairest maid I see. MOTHER. And call again some other day. ‘O Spanish Jack is not my name. they are not bright. ‘My daughter Jane is all too young. THREE DUKES A-RIDING ALL. ‘Come back.’ [When all the daughters in turn have been taken away. they sha’n’t be sold. So pray. be she young or be she old. a-riding. come back! you Spanish knight. to walk with me.
Say the bells of St. And in each pocket a thousand pound. Old father Baldpate. Say the bells at Shoreditch. Bulls’ eyes and targets.’ II. And on each finger a gay gold ring.THE DUKES. Say the bells of St. Martin’s. Giles’. Say the bells of St. For she and I were loth to part. But open your door and take her in. Say the bells of St. Say the bells of St. Say the slow bells of Aldegate. Oranges and lemons. John’s. Say the bells of St. ‘We’ve brought your daughter safe and sound. Anne’s. Say the bells of St. Ha’pence and farthings. When I grow rich. Kettles and pans. When will you pay me? Say the bells at Old Bailey. . Peter’s. You owe me ten shillings. So do not refuse the maid we bring. Pancakes and fritters. Brickbats and tiles. Helen’s. Say the bells of Whitechapel. Marg’et’s. Two sticks and an apple. ‘I’ll take her in with all my heart. Pokers and tongs. ORANGES AND LEMONS Gay go up and gay go down To ring the bells of London Town.’ MOTHER. Clement’s. Say the bells of St.
I’m sure I don’t know. Says the great bell at Bow. The grass is so green. III. . O mother! Do you think this is true?’ ‘O yes.’ ‘O mother. Bottle of wine and biscuits too. As the grass grows on the field. Here comes a candle to light you to bed. child! O yes.’ IV. Choose you one that you love sweet.Pray when will that be? Say the bells of Stepney. And here comes a chopper to chop off your head. The fairest young maiden That ever was seen. And we’ll clothe you in silk. And we’l write down your name With a gold pen and ink. green gravel. ‘O Mary! O Mary! Your true love is dead. PRETTY LITTLE GIRL See this pretty little girl of mine. GREEN GRAVEL Green gravel. He sends you this letter To turn round your head. child!’ ‘Then what shall I do?’ ‘We’ll wash you in milk. Stand upright upon your feet. She has brought me a bottle of wine. See what this pretty girl can do! On the carpet she shall kneel.
For I can see my bonny father A-coming across yon stile. First she bought a wooden ladle.’ . Rock.’ ‘Oh! the prickly bush! the prickly bush. I’ll never get in no more. The very next day the babe was born. It pricketh my heart full sore! If ever that I get out of the bush. First a girl and then a boy. Then she bought a wooden vradle. THE PRICKLY BUSH ‘O hangman! hangman. then the brother. rock. And hold thy hand a while. hold thy hand. Pray. And am come to set thee free. Seven years after a son and daughter. It pricked my heart full sore! And now that I’m out o’ the prickly bush. kiss together. and replies that she has not brought the golden ball. hast brought?’ etc. I am not come to see thee hung All on this gallows tree. But I am come to see thee hung All on this gallows tree. V.’ ‘Oh! the prickly bush! the prickly bush. I have brought thy golden ball. Nor come to set thee free. Finally the sweetheart is asked and answers:—] ‘Yes. I’ll never get in no more. hast brought my golden ball. The mother is asked. [This is repeated several times. next the sister.’ ‘I have not brought thy golden ball. ‘O father. rock the cradle. young couple.’ ‘O mother. rock the cradle. And come to set me free? Or hast thou come to see me hung All on this gallows tree.Now you’re married I wish you joy.
dead indeed. Jan? Jinny. MOTHER. Jan?’ etc. you can’t see her now. ‘Come to see Jinny. etc. Jan. ‘Can I see her now?’ MOTHER. Jan?’ etc. too. Washing. married. ‘Can I see her now?’ MOTHER. To all our woe. And let your salt tears flow. is buried. Jan. SUITOR. I swear and I vow. Chorus—’Morning. . weep for Jinny. washing. Jinny is washing. ‘Where lies she now?’ MOTHER. etc. ‘Can I see her now?’ MOTHER. ‘Can I see her now?’ MOTHER. Married.’ Chorus—’Morning. Come to see Jinny. SUITOR. too. ladies and gentlemen. Jan? Come to see Jinny?’ SUITOR. ‘Morning. ladies. ladies and gentlemen. ‘Jinny is dead indeed. Jan?’ etc. weep for Jinny.’ Chorus—’Morning. MOTHER. Jan. JINNY. With the tears that flow. Dead indeed. ladies and gentlemen. she’s naught to you now. ‘Jinny is married. Jan. MOTHER. Jan? Jinny. Jan. ‘Morning. ‘Jinny’s grave is green. Come and weep for Jinny. JAN MOTHER. ‘Come to see Jinny. Jinny is dead indeed. Jinny is married. Jan? Jinny. SUITOR. SUITOR.’ Chorus—’Morning. ‘Come to see Jinny. Jan?’ etc. Jan? Jinny. Jan. Grass is green.VI. grass is green. Jinny is buried. etc. Is buried. MOTHER. ‘Come to see Jinny.’ Chorus—’Morning. ladies and gentlemen. ‘Come to see Jinny. Jan? Come to see Jinny? You can’t see her now. ‘Jinny is buried. ‘Jinny is washing. Jinny’s grave is green.
rise up. . I will not stand upon my feet To see my mother go through the street. [The child having chosen. kiss one another.] Here comes a poor woman of Babylon With three little children all alone. Rise up. One can brew and one can bake. THE POOR WOMAN OF BABYLON [A Ring—one in the middle. CHILDREN. we wish you joy. One can make a bed for a king. poor Mary Brown. Father and mother you must obey. She refuses to rise and see cousins.VII. then her sister. And one can make a nice round cake. uncles. MARY BROWN Here we all stand round the ring. the rest sing:—] Now you’re married. And now we shut poor Mary in. Rise up. beggars. And see your father go through the town. and Mary answers:—] I will get upon my feet To see my sweetheart go through the street. Next she is invited to rise and see her brother. The right chord is touched. And now. [And makes a rush to break the ring that encompasses her. good people. Love one another as sister and brother. etc. aunts. MARY. poor Mary Brown. Choose the one and leave all the rest. rise up.] VIII. [Mary declines similarly to rise to see her father. And see your mother go through the town. And one can sit in a bower and spin. At last she is invited to rise and see her sweetheart. And take you the one that you love the best.
my ducy. I wish to catch the naughty girls. How do you show your goodness. We are none of us naughty. girls.’ [This game is played with one child blindfolded in a ring of others. dulcy day?’ ‘I wish to catch the naughty girls. my ducy.] . dulcy day. goodness. Lead her over the sea and land. dulcy day? Then I’ll make you stop your play. She shall be my bonny bride. No. dulcy officer? What do you wish for. my ducy. Forty dukes a-riding. dulcy officer. my ducy.’ ‘So. dulcy day. X. naughty girls. we will not stop for you. we will not stop for you. dulcy day. sir. my ducy. Then I bid you stop your game. sir.’ ‘No. stop your play. dulcy day?’ ‘We all do as we’re bidden.’ ‘We are none of us naughty. stop your game. one. We all do as we’re bidden.’ ‘Then I bid you stop your game. I’ll catch you one and catch you all. my ducy. goodness. my ducy. This shall be true love to me.’ ‘I’ll catch you one and catch you all. ROSY APPLE Rosy apple.IX.’ ‘How do you show your goodness. my ducy. Bunch of roses she shall wear. my ducy. Gold and silver by her side. mellow pear. my ducy. Give her kisses. girls. dulcy day. sir. my ducy. my ducy. stop your game. dulcy officer. my ducy. Then I’ll make you stop your play. won’t obey. dulcy day. you won’t obey. stop your play. dulcy day. girls. naughty girls. dulcy day. my ducy. dulcy day. girls. sir. catch you big and catch you small. Take her by the lily-white hand. won’t obey. stop for you. dulcy officer. naughty girls. naughty girls. three. What do you wish for. stop for you. FORTY DUKES ‘Forty dukes a-riding. my ducy. two. So. you won’t obey.
And fairly for it cried. What a naughty boy was that To drown a pretty pussy cat. Cock-a-doodle-do! My dame has lost a shoe. Little Jack-a-dandy Wanted sugar-candy. But master’s found his fiddle-stick. Cock-a-doodle-do! My dame has lost her shoe. Pussy’s in the well! Who put her in? Little Tommy Lynn. Who never did any harm But killed the mice in his daddy’s barn. While master fiddles with fiddle-stick For dame and doodle-do! III. Who pulled her out? Little Jack Sprout.NURSERY JINGLES _______________ I. She’ll dance without a shoe. To buy a little rabbit skin To wrap up little baby in. . Shall have a horse to ride. Sing doodle. But little Billy Cook. II. Ding-dong-bell. Daddy’s gone a-hunting. IV. My master’s lost his fiddle-stick. doddle-do! Cock-a-doodle-do! My dame will dance with you. Alack! what shall I do? Cock-a-doodle-do! What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddle-stick. Who always reads a book. Bye-baby-bunting.
and then there was none. And I will be with you by and by. IX. VIII. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. Sing hey diddle diddle. The other flew after. The woodcock and the sparrow: The little dog has burnt his tail. And the dish ran away with the spoon. on the tree top. For under her arm she carried a broom. The cat and the fiddle. And nothing was left but the stone alone. Rock-a-bye. Whither. There was an old woman tossed in a blanket. The cow jumped over the moon. But where she was going no mortal could tell. And he must be hanged to-morrow. I’ll sing you a song: The days are so long. and then there was one. oh whither so high? I’m going to sweep cobwebs out of the sky. Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl. The little dog laughed To see such craft. One flew away. the cradle will fall. baby. . When the wind lulls. VI. X. Old woman! old woman! old woman! said I. If the bowl had been stronger My story had been longer. Down will come baby and cradle and all. VII. oh whither. There were two birds sat on a stone.V. Seventeen times as high as the moon.
And who do you think they be? The butcher. and so are you. He left off being single and lived with his wife. and I am thine. Forty shillings good and three. the sun is high! You go before with your bottle and bag. He used to live single. Robin and Richard were two pretty men. They lay in bed till the clock struck ten. The rose is red. A cow and a calf. the baker. O brother Richard. Thou art my love. Little Dicky Diller. and then I drew. An ox and a half. Is that not a tocher For a shoemaker’s daughter. Turn ‘em out. Rub-a-dub-dub. The miller said he wouldn’t have her. And Fortune said it should be you. they’re knaves all three. I draw thee for my Valentine.XI. . But when he got tired of this kind of life. The candlestick maker. XV. XIII. the violet’s blue. Three men in a tub. Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky. So he threw her into the river. Little Jack Jingle. Married a wife of siller. The lot was cast. And I will come after on little Jack Nag. XII. XIV. The honey’s sweet. A bonny lass with a bright black e’e? XVI. He took a stick and broke her back And sold her to the miller.
Then call your neighbours in. I’ll tell you another About Jack’s brother. Pat-a-cake! Pat-a-cake! Baker’s man. And one for my dame. Cross patch. And now my story is done. She can churn and she can cook. Have you any wool? Yes. draw the latch.XVII. XX. . And if it be that Nancy Crook. And that will do purely for Charlie and me. As Tommy Snooks and Bessie Brooks Were walking out one Sunday. marry. Butter is made in every dale. And now my story’s begun. I’ll tell you a story Of Jack-a-Nory. Up the hill and down the vale. But none for the naughty boy Who cries in the lane. And so will pigs and swine. Take a cup. have I Three bags full. And so will I have mine.’ XXI. Then she shall butter make anon Before her grandmother is an old man. XXII. Prick it and prick it. Says Tommy Snooks to Bessie Brooks. Rats and mice will have their choice. Pat it and bake it as fast as you can. XXIII. Bah! bah! Black Sheep. and mark it with C. XVIII. There’s one for my master. XIX. and drink it up. Sit by the fire and spin. Birds of a feather flock together. ‘To-morrow will be Monday.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat. And asked his way to Norwich. . Who put it there? A better man than you. Eating toast and tea. I doubt. XXIX. Touch it if you dare. you see. Bouncing B. I doubt. XXXI. my fire is out. A little brown mouse Jumped into the house And stole it all away. His wife could eat no lean. And so betwixt them both. little a. Jack fell down and broke his crown. They licked the platter clean. The cat’s in the cupboard. She sold her bed to lie upon straw. Was not she a nasty slut To sell her bed and lie in the dirt. My little wife isn’t at home.XXIV. Here stands a fist. XXX. And Jill came tumbling after. Marjory Daw. XXVII. XXV. The man in the moon Came tumbling down. Great A. And I’ll fetch my little wife home. XXVIII. Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. See saw. The man of the south He burnt his mouth By eating hot pease porridge. XXVI. I’ll saddle my dog and I’ll bridle my hog. and she can’t see. Little Poll Parrot Sat up in a garret.
XXXIV. The snail put out its horns.XXXII. pussy-cat. Shoe the colt. Shoe the colt. And she whipped ‘em all round and sent ‘em to bed. without any bread. like a little duncow. And a twopenny apple pie. XXXVII. The bravest man among them durstn’t touch its tail. Let her run bare. Ride a cock horse To Banbury Cross. where have you been? I’ve been to London to see the Queen. Pussy-cat. A white penny loaf. And she shall make music wherever she goes. Ride a cock horse To Banbury Cross. With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. She gave them some broth. XXXVI. and the moon sees me. God bless the moon. XXXIII. Shoe the wild mare. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. tailors. Run. XXXV. run. To see an old woman Upon a grey horse. what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under the chair. and God bless me! . She had so many children. But for the little foal. A white penny cake. XXXVIII. I see the moon. pussy-cat. Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail. Pussy-cat. she didn’t know what to do. To see what Tommy can buy. or she’ll kill you all now.
go to Spain! And when we want you.XXXIX. And now you are come at noon. XLII. . And said. Call for a cup of sack And a little sugar and ginger. in my lady’s chamber. Ladybird. What a good boy am I! XL. Goosie. There was an old woman lived under a hill. Your children will burn. blow your horn. And he pulled out a plum. quack. The cow’s in the meadow. Little boy Blue. quack. XLV. XLVI. He never took toll of a mouse in his life. Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner. But where is the little boy tending the sheep? He’s under the hayrick fast asleep. goosie gander. What makes you come so soon? You used to come at ten o’clock. A dollar. Rain. XLI. A ten o’clock scholar. the sheep in the corn. Eating his Christmas pie. come again. He put in his thumb. ladybird Fly away home. XLIV. then forty shall. She put a mouse into a bag and sent it to the mill. Your house is on fire. With a quack. What care I how black I be? Twenty pounds will marry me. I am my mammy’s bouncing gall. The miller he swore by the point of his knife. It twenty won’t. rain. a dollar. Whither do you wander? Upstairs. downstairs. XLIII.
Humpty-dumpty sat on a wall. The rose is red. I put him in a pint-pot and told him there to drum. And others in velvet gowns. LI. the violet’s blue. I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb. and sent him out of town. Daddy-daddy longlegs Wouldn’t say his prayers. I bridled him and saddled him. Jill! LIV. . Jill! Come back. Hark! hark! the dogs do bark. The violet’s sweet. LIII.XLVII. another his gown. The quicker for to starve him. Stole a pig and away did run. and the other named Jill. The beggars are coming to town. XLIX. And little silken handkerchief for the wiping of his nose. Till he ran crying down the street. There were two blackbirds sat on a hill. LII. Some in jags. I bought a little horse that galloped up and down. Take him by the left leg Throw him downstairs. XLVIII. and so are you. These the words you bade me say. the Piper’s son. How do you think they served him? One took his bag. Not all the king’s horses. Fly away. L. I gave him yellow garters to garter up his hose. and some in rags. For a pair of gloves on Easter day. Humpty-dumpty had a great fall. and Tom was beat. Jack! come back. Yanky Doodle came to town. Jack! fly away. Tom Thumb. The pig was eat. nor all the king’s men Can put Humpty-dumpty on the wall again. One named Jack.
I like little pussy cat. And if she’s not gone she lives there still. She sings as she flies. What shall he have to eat? White bread and butter. The summer draweth near. Dickery. Little Brown Betty. Till little Brown Betty she hopped away. LVI. nor drive her away. On Saturday night be all my care To powder my locks and curl my hair: And SUnday morning my love will bring To marry me fair with a golden ring. The gentlemen they came every day. LXI. The cuckoo is a pretty bird. dock. She brings us good tidings. She sucketh sweet flowers To make her voice clear. And down he run. LVIII. dickery. dock! LVII. Where she brewed good ale for gentlemen. Little Tom Tucker Sings for his supper.LV. And if I don’t hurt her she’ll do me no harm. LIX. LX. There was an old woman lived under a hill. And never tells lies. Dickery. So I’ll not pull her tail. And when she sings cuckoo. dickery. The mouse ran up the clock. lived at the Gold Can. The clock struck one. her coat is so warm. How shall he cut it Without e’er a knife? How can he marry Without e’er a wife? . But pussy and I very gently play.
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown. LXV. and wears a gold ring. ‘Shall I come in. And the moon is sailing all in the sky. crying at the lock. In a little dishy. Pussy came by. LXIV. My little lamb! You shall have a fishy. And Johnny’s a drummer. waft your wings together. Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town. And carry the good king’s daughter over the one-strand river. LXVI.’ LXVII. Dance to your daddy. . and drums for the king. and cut your threads off?’ ‘On no. Some little mice sat in a barn to spin. and with a lull-a-bye. ‘Are the babes in their beds. Father’s a nobleman. thy cradle is green. Tapping at the window. for now it’s ten o’clock?’ LXIII. Rock-a-bye. Grey goose and gander. And Betty’s a lady. kind sir! you will snap our heads off. mother’s a queen. baby. With a hush-a-bye. Tom shall have a new bonnet.LXII. My little laddy! Dance to your daddy. With ribbons so blue upon it. You shall have a fishy When the boat comes in. and popped her head in.
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul. nine days old. cobbler. if I may.’ ‘I am going to the meadows. Pease-pudding hot. tweedle-dee. Oh.LXVIII. Some like it hot. Every fiddler. ‘Old clothes to sell!’ LXX. Willy boy. Eating of curds and whey: There came a little spider. If I’d as much money as I could spend. And a very fine fiddle had he. LXIX. pease-pudding cold. and that will do. Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet. And now my little maid’s well shod. and there’s a prod. ‘Old clothes to sell! Old clothes to sell! Old clothes to sell!’ I never would cry. And he called for his glass. to see them mowing. Cobbler. nine days old. some like it cold. mend my shoe. And frightened Miss Muffet away. Who sat down beside her.’ LXXIII. Give it a stitch. And he called for his fiddlers three. Pease-pudding in the poty. I am going to see them make the hay. I never would cry. there’s none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three. ‘Willy boy. Twee-tweedle-dee. ‘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. Some like it in the pot. I never would cry. And a merry old soul was he. He called for his pipe. where are you going? I will go with you. he had a fiddle. . Here’s a nail. LXXI. LXXII. went the fiddlers.
LXXV. Died on Saturday. wed. For the least said is soonest mended. Little Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders Warming her pretty little toes. LXXVI. Then will you. .’ The little maid she sighed. And that’s what little girls are made of. What are little girls made of. made of What are little boys made of? Snaps and snails. There was a little man. ‘Little maid. Solomon Grundy. What are little boys made of. And he said. ded. ‘But what shall we have for to eat.LXXIV. Took ill on Thursday. spit?’ LXXVII. This is the end of Solomon Grundy. And very soon replied. ded. spit. made of. And he wooed a little maid. made of. Christened on Tuesday. made of. And that’s what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice. eat. eat? Will the flame that you’re so rich in Make a fire in the kitchen? Or the little god of love turn the spit. yea or nay. married on Wednesday. and puppy-dogs’ tails. And scolded her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes. born on a Monday. buries on Sunday. will you wed. worse on Friday. Her mother came and caught her. and things that are nice. wed? I have no more to say.
I went to Taffy’s house. You drunken sot. Says Simple Simon to the pieman. LXXX. I took up the marrow-bone And flung it at his head! LXXIX. Taffy was a thief. He pricked his fingers very much.’ Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale.LXXIII. Which made poor Simon whistle. ‘Let me taste your ware. Simple Simon met a pieman Going to the fair.’ ‘What do you want?’ ‘A pot of beer. ‘Show me first your penny.’ . All the water he had got Was in his mother’s pail. I went to Taffy’s house. ‘Indeed I have not any. Taffy came to my house. Taffy was a Welshman. Taffy came to my house. Taffy wasn’t home.’ ‘Where’s your money?’ ‘I’ve forgot.’ ‘Get you gone.’ Says Simple Simon to the pieman. Taffy was in bed. ‘Who comes here?’ ‘A grenadier.’ Says the pieman to Simple SImon. And stole a piece of beef. And stole a marrow-bone. Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle.
twenty. This little pig had a bit of meat. And shoe the little mare. bare. LXXXIII. pick up sticks.6 Five. The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts. This little pig went to market.14 Thirteen.20 Nineteen. And hid them clean away.8 Seven. shut the door. bare. Shoe the little horse. my stomach’s empty. six. All on a summer’s day. 15. wee! I can’t find my way home. 5. 1.2 One.18 Seventeen. 17. LXXXIV. . fourteen. The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts. LXXXV.LXXXI. Who cut off their tails with a carving-knife! Did you ever see such a thing in your life? Three blind mice! LXXXII. four. draw the curtain. Three blind mice! see. 11.12 Eleven. This little pig stayed at home. sixteen. Wee. Please. 3. And this little pig had none. And vowed he’d steal no more. 9. This little pig said. eight. two. ten. And let the little colt Run bare. give me some dinner. And beat the Knave right sore. eighteen. The King of Hearts he missed those tarts. maids in the kitchen. lay them straight.10 Nine. buckle my shoe. The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts. twelve. 7.16 Fifteen. who will delve? 13. wee. mamma. who is waiting? 19. a good fat hen. how they run! They all ran after the farmer’s wife.4 Three.
LXXXVI. cats. Mark. As I was going to St. Matthew. One to watch. The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire. Four angels round my head. home again. and wives. sacks. LXXXVIII. let down your milk. A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked. Luke. Ives. Ives? LXXXVII. to market. XC. I met seven wives. and one to pray. Two to bear my soul away. The mistress snored loud as a pig. Bless the bed that I lie on. and John. How many were there going to St. To market. Each sack had seven cats! Each cat had seven kittens! Kits. Cushy cow bonny. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper. Each wife had seven sacks. A gown of silk and a golden fee. And struck up a bit of a jig. Jack took up his fiddle. To buy a plum bun: Home again. . And I will give you a gown of silk. XCI. Where’s the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper Picked? LXXXIX. Market is done. Four corners to my bed. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper. at Jenny’s desire. If you will let down your milk for me.
THE HERRING’S HEAD This ‘lying tale’ is known and sung throughout Devon and Cornwall. where it is given as a Cornish song. after he has set her others.’ 1854. A LYING TALE This odd song was taken down from a Cornishman. He scarce could go or stand. The story was that she was engaged to him. 109. Halliwell’s ‘Nursery Rhymes. etc. II. and thyme? Remember me to one who loves thee. To be at their command. Come boldly to the Huntsmen. Halliwell to refer to the visit of Joanna of Castile to England in 1506. rosemary.NOTES _____ I. 84. ‘Notes and Queries. This was thought by Mr. Parsley. sage. No.’ and begins:— Are you going to Whittingham Fair. VI.’ pp. Halliwell’s ‘Nursery Rhymes. . Lying tales are favourite nursery entertainments for children. 21 is ‘The Woods’ Chorister. ad lib. III.’ published by Sheafe at Edinburgh in 1832. 161. and there exists a great variety of them. ‘Northumbrian Minstrelsy. With a hoop! Hoop! etc. ‘The Pedlar’s Pack. Logan. THE FOX This is traditional throughout England.’ p. V. She escapes through setting the ghost tasks.’ p. Cabinet of Song. which are impossible of accomplishment.’ p. THE TASK This is known under various forms thoughout England. and his ghost came to claim her.’ and this contains the ‘Three Jovial Welshmen. 291.’ as ‘Scarborough Fair. edited by James Ballantyne. It occurs on Broadsides by Harkness of Preston. being wet and weary. and was sung by a young man and a young woman. THREE JOVIAL WELSHMEN In a collection of ‘Forty Early Ballad Books’ in the British Museum. I give a Cornish version as the most complete of all. ‘Country Songs. Broadway and Maitland. See also Halliwell’s ‘Nursery Rhymes. he died. In Cornwall formerly it formed a portion of a sort of play.’ The last verse is:— Old Reynard. 79. In Northumberland it is called ‘Whittingham Fair. It appears in ‘The Opera.’ p. Also. For once she was a true lover of mine. or. I have added verses seven and eight. 241. to give some finish to the song—as singers add as suits their fancy and their powers of rhyme.’ a Yorkshire version. IV.
where it is a dance song (Blade. over the brow. widy. which were taken down in Devonshire. XII. THE FOOLISH BOY This song is known in every nursery through England. It occurs in a collection of Garlands in the British Museum (11. Purcell’s ‘Irish Vocalists. 1865). ‘The Baby’s Opera.’ and is given at length in ‘The Dublin Comic Songster’ (Dublin. Sometimes Bryan-a-Lynn is sung in place of Tommy-a-Lynn. LAST NIGHT THE DOGS DID BARK An old English song. another from Yorkshire is:— ‘Withamy.’ Quebec. ‘Nursery Rhymes. ‘Hark! hark! the dogs do bark. O! Bubble ho! pretty boy.’ in Cornwall he is ‘Harry Trewin.’ 1849. 1827.VII. TOMMY-A-LYNN This curious song is known throughout England.’ This from Somersetshire.’ 1809. waddle. GREEN AND AIRY AROUND This is an old nursery and schoolboy song. also in Canada among the French Canadians (Gagnosi. 18). O! Little boys a wobble. and delights children. What ‘a bone of my Stover’ signifies. It is known and sung also in Languedoc as ‘Jean de Reulo’ or ‘Jean de Nibelo.’ which is supposed to be a Jacobite jingle in derision of the House of Hanover. And others in Velvet Gowns. ‘Poesies Populaires de la Gascoyne. p. MOTHER’S SONG A West of England lullaby. O! Jack has sold his saddle. ‘Jean de Nivelle’ is sung in Gascony. There is a popular nursery version:— ‘Hark! hark! the dogs do bark. 92. sometimes he is ‘a Scotchman. One is:— ‘Whimma whimmee wobble.’ See Halliwell. and his ‘Nursery Rhymes. I do not know.’ IX.’ 1887).’ The song was sung by Mr. The fish in the well is a purely Celtic conception.’ It is printed in ‘The Distracted Sailor’s Garland’. It occurs with music in ‘The Thrush Crosby.’ . My wife is coming in. O! Jigga-jiggee-joggle. ‘Chansons Populaires du Canada. Some in Rags. There are often sung several other verses besides those given above.’ A similar song. VIII. also Halliwell’s ‘Popular Rhymes. 6. also in Ritson’s ‘North Country Chorister. O! lived under the gloam. There are various alterations in the burden. XI. 1841). and some in Jags.’ sometimes ‘a gentleman.’ London. 621. It is the mystic fish that never dies. The beggars are coming to town.
where Buchan picked it up. consequently. Hodgson wrote words like these: ‘Smart Young Bachelors. XIII. but Mrs. see Chappell’s ‘English Popular Music of the Olden Time. when J. and tacked on to it the words of his own:— ‘But we’ll apply to James the Third.’ p. XVI. It appears in ‘The Universal Songster. ONE MICHAELMAS MORN A Devonshire nursery song. She forgot two of the verses. and he asserted. in his ‘Traditional Ballad Airs. XIV. NICE YOUNG MAIDENS This was sung to an old lady by her grandmother some sixty years ago. XIX.’ .’ collected by Mr. gives the air as now attached to ‘Puir Auld Maidens’ in Scotland. it is quite possible. XVII.’ 6th ed. ‘This curious ditty was written down during te sovereignty of James the Third of Scotland. And for ilk dame a man secured To puir auld maidens’.’ and my ‘Garland of Country Songs.’ 1876. 1894). 29.went anciently to ‘The Devil’s Dream.’ J. THE JACKET AND PETTICOAT This is taken from Miss M. Halliwell. Humbly sang ‘Here’s a Pretty Set of Us’ to the traditional air (probably).’ concerning which. And our petition mawn be heard. ‘Nursery Tales and Rhymes. but Miss L.’ p. It was very popular in London in 1820.P. dee.’ XVIII. Broadwood has kindly supplied me with them from a Hampshire singer. THE FROG WHO WOULD A-WOOING GO This song was composed and sung by Liston at Covent Garden Theatre. The song and the tunes cannot be traced earlier than the beginning of this century. and is. and this entirely put out Blewett’s tune. with ‘Fa-la-fa-lala-la’ in place of ‘Tweedle. Mason’s ‘Nursery Rhymes and Country Songs. 270.’ We have given it with music in ‘The Garland’ (Methuen. that she composed it.’ 1826.E. though not probable. AMONG THE GREEN HAY This is an old nursery song that I have had from an old lady in Devon. Buchan.’ which is given in the ‘Dancing Master. ‘Ancient SOngs of Scotland. Humby sang the other words to the probably traditional air. Puir auld maidens. Heywood Sumner. tweedle. 1675. Christie. THE OLD COUPLE Pretty universally known in England. The song reached Scotland. nearly 400 years old’ (P.. who heard it from her grandmother. and other Country Songs. Also in Laurie and Marby’s ‘Rhymes and Jingles. XV.H. and took the place of the far earlier song on the same lines of ‘The Frog and Mouse.’ 1878). MY JOHNNY WAS A SHOEMAKER From ‘The Besom-Maker. Blewett composed the music. Although I have said that Mrs.
as there is in it a song describing the Coronation of George IV.XX. mother.d. and is poisoned by the lady with a fish. and an account of its diffusion.. and Songs.’ ii. MY BOY BILLY This wide-spread rhyme is only one portion of a long story.’ . XXVI. I have given in ‘A Garland of Country Songs. There are Swedish and other versions. XXII. O.’ together with music.’ This. See for a further account of it ‘The Garland of Country Songs’ (Methuen.’ XXVII. n. THE CARRION CROW A very old folk and nursery song. also in ‘The Garland of Country Songs. for which see Professor Child’s ‘English Ballads. THE LITTLE DANDY This little song appeared in ‘The Convival Companion. Both songs are very well known in Devonshire. XXI. It is given in Halliwell. and he says:— ‘Make my bed soon. In this there are four verses: the tune is ‘Darby. Woodward. XXIV. Then follows the rest of the song.’ The complete story in both parts is found in Scotland.’ XXVIII. XXIII. They were sung about 1835 by a west-country nurse. THE WHALE Taken down from a Devonshire nurse. WINE AND WATER Taken down from the same nurse as the preceding song. GOOD KIND ARTHUR Sometimes this is sung of King Stephen. which consists of a dialogue with the mother. For I am sick to the heart. THE BABES IN THE WOOD A rewriting and condensation of the old ballad.’ p. XXV. THE TREE IN THE WOOD This favourite song is given in ‘Songs of the West. Jingles. Fain would lie down. THE QUAKER SONG From a Devonshire nurse. made about the beginning of this century. I took it down again from a white-haired tanner who died three years ago. It is given by Miss Mason in her ‘Nursery Rhymes. I LOVE SIXPENCE And old song I remember as a child. with its proper air. It is given with the air in Miss Mason’s ‘Nursery Rhymes. 1894).’ XXIX. also in Crane’s ‘Baby Bouquet’. The youth who is dissuaded from going a-courting by his mother persists. but about 1763. 244.’ and in Laurie and Marby’s ‘Rhymes. It was printed and published at Norwich. also in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet.28.’ by G.
which was published in 1640. WINTER SONG Two verses of an old English song.’ n. and the great frost on the Thames in 1684. XXXIV. HUNTING THE HARE This old song is given. along with the music to which it is traditionally sung.’ which appeared in 1783. LITTLE BINGO The air to this little nursery rhyme was printed in the first number of the ‘Early English Musical Magazine. the tune was printed in Playford’s ‘Dancing Master.’ Act v. AND CANE A song that appears in the garlands and song-books of the end of the last century and the beginning of this.” Scraps are still to be heard sung by country singers. It is found complete in ‘The Convival Songster.. in ‘Songs of the West’ (Methuen. THREE CHILDREN SLIDING A very old song.’ It will be found in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet.XXX. XXXIX. not absolutely dead even now. THE LITTLE MAN Ritson gives two verses only in his ‘Gammer Gurton Garland. though it is some 200 years old. SONG OF SPRING Three verses out of an old song composed to the air. 1892). It was sung to ‘Chevy CHase. .’ XLI. LUCY LOCKET Lucy Locket and Kitty Fisher were well-known personages in the time and about the Court of Charles II. singing it to her babe.’ January 1891. Sc.d. XXXV. IF ALL THE WORLD WERE PAPER Four out of the six verses of this old nursery song. CHIT. SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE A very old nursery song. XXXVIII. In the original it consists of twenty-one verses. 2. and a very pleasant one. XXVII. XXXII. WIG. HAT. IF I HAD TWO SHIPS Taken down from a tramp-woman. XL. CHAT Also from the garlands and song-books of the same period as the last.’ In the form in which it last comes to us there is reference to the fire on London Bridge in 1683. It has been republished in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet. XXXIII.’ XXXVI.’ and to ‘Lady’s Fall. and in other collections of last century. ‘To all you Ladies now on Land. The tune is that appropriated by the Americans for ‘Yanky Doodle. It occurs in ‘Merry Drollery Complete. published in 1647. XXI. It is quoted in Beaumont and Fletcher’s ‘Bonduca.’ 1670.’ in 1651. but about 1760.
THE DILLY SONG For this curious song. THE PIPER’S SON ‘Tom. LULLABY Words and charming melody in ‘Songs of the West. with its familiar air. I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING This favourite nursery song.’ XLIX. like the Irishman’s knife. THE ROBIN Taken down from a Devonshire nurse. will be found in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet.’ L. with the air to which it is traditionally sung. NEW YEAR’S DAY The air is given by Mr. indeed. The air is given in ‘The Baby’s Opera.’ XLV. with its air and its history. and. at the beginning of this century. XLVIII.XLII.’ The ‘lambs’ tails’ are. In the original form it was much longer and objectionable. in Laurie and Marby’s ‘Rhymes. LIV.’ The air of ‘Over the Hills and Far Away’ is given by Chappell in his ‘Popular Music of the Olden Time. The old air is in ‘Songs of Four Nations. THE MAGPIE Known. ROBIN REDBREAST AND JENNY WREN The air will be found in ‘The Baby’s Opera. the Piper’s Son’ is the equivalent in England of the Fiddler in Germany with the marvellous fiddle that makes all dance. it was made all new. WHERE ARE YOU GOING. . with the air.’ and Miss Broadwood’s ‘Country Songs. the catkins on the hazel-trees.’ LIII.’ LII. TOM.’ XLVII.’ XLIV.’ also in ‘The Baby’s Opera. in every nursery.’ LV.’ and also in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet. LITTLE BO-PEEP Ritson gives this with a fifth verse in his ‘Gammer Gurton’s Garland. LITTLE ROBIN COOK In Ritson’s ‘Gammer Gurton’s Garland. of course.’ LI. MY PRETTY MAID? A widely-known song. Crane in ‘The Baby’s Opera. the ‘Pied Piper of Hamelin.’ XLVI. Jingles. THE SCARECROW This is given. GREEN ROOM For this and its air and history see ‘Songs of the West. see ‘Songs of the West. is given in ‘The Baby’s Opera. fresh words were written and a new tune composed. and Songs. so that.’ XLIII.’ by Bolton and Somervill. Accordingly. ON CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING This. along with its air. It existed in the old Cornish language.
LXI. I’ll give you a cherry without any stone. where a verse runs:— ‘I’ll give you a home wherein you may be. LVII. Maids. THE LITTLE FISHERMAN From the same.’ published about 1830. GIRLS AND BOYS Very generally known. TWINKLE Known everywhere. LX. Halliwell’s ‘Nursery Rhymes’. LXII. LXIII. Crane’s ‘Baby’s Bouquet.’ The ring has no rim when the gold is being melted. THE PIGS From ‘Original Poems for Infant Minds. TWINKLE. unquestionably. CLICK. .’ etc. And I’ll give you an oak that has no limb. not older. I got another version in Devon. I cannot say—to ‘Don’t you go a-rushing. CLACK Although taken down from an English nurse. I’ll give you a ring without any rim. LVIII. THE SNAIL Taken down from a Devonshire nurse.LVI.’ by Walter Crane. Two versions in Miss Mason’s ‘Nursery Rhymes. it has none of the freshness of a genuine English folk nursery song. LIX.’ The answer is:— ‘O my heart is the house wherein you may abide. THE RIDDLE A very ancient Riddle Song. this is probably an American nursery rhyme.’ one in Mr. Where you may be kept fast without any key. SCHOOL OVER A modern composition. with tune in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet. THE LITTLE OLD WOMAN Found in old song-books of the beginning of the nineteenth century. GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING By the late Lord Houghton. LXIV. Crane’s ‘Baby’s Opera. in May. And not a key is wanted to keep you inside.’ ‘I’ll give you a chicken that has no bone.’ LXV. and the oak has no limb when in the acorn.’ A portion of it has got attached—why.
’ LXXI. once at each word. as they were on their way returning from a well with a bucket of water between them. PUSSY-CAT The air also in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet. and they continue singing and walking around. The tune is a variant of the Sicilian Mariners. 285. See Henderson’s ‘Folklore of the Northern Counties of England. nutt. North Devon. LXIX. the Moon.’ first edition. Stagg says that this song is quoted in a play.’ all clap hands four times.’ LXX. 1884). Crane’s ‘Baby’s Opera. Having chosen one for the centre. p.’ LXVII. singing as they slowly walk round. IV. At the words ‘On the carpet. GAME RHYMES For variants of these rhymes. ‘The Love-Sick King. It has since been appropriated by Mr. THE GOOSE AND GANDER Miss Mason’s ‘Nursery Rhymes. At the words ‘Rock the cradle. I must refer to Mrs. Since then I have gathered the same in Cornwall. J. PRETTY LITTLE GIRL Played by the children at Black Torrington. Jacobs for his ‘more English Fairy Tales. THE GOLDEN BALL Taken down in Yorkshire.’ 1831. LXXII. THE LITTLE COCK-SPARROW The air in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet. so far. This rhyme is quite new to me. once took up two children of these names to him.’ the child in the centre kneels. This play was by Anthony Brewer. and for their airs. Stagg in the ‘Early English Musical Magazine’ for March 1891. they join hands. BOND This appears with music in ‘The Nightingale. NURSERY JINGLES XXIX. Mr. This is a rhyme to explain the spots in the moon. Gomme’s ‘Traditional Games’ (London. MRS. . leaving one in the centre.’ which was printed in 1655.’ etc. and is probably north-country. given by Mr. The first volume has. and was on the story of Cartismandua. Jack and Jill are Hjoki and Bil of Norse mythology.’ she rises and chooses a little companion.’ together with the folk-story I obtained along with it in Yorkshire. It is given in Mr. alone appeared. The first child then joins the ring. THE BONNIE PIT LADDIE A north-country colliers’ wives’ song. In the ‘Elder Edda’ we are told that Mani. The air in ‘The Baby’s Bouquet. This promising periodical unhappily expired for lack of sufficient support. 1866.’ with air. at ‘Stand upright.LXVI. AIKEN DRUM A north-country nursery song. LXVIII. and the game continues as before.
This has been thought to be a Jacobite rhyme. in ridicule of the advent of the House of Hanover. some not over choice. LIV. A rhyme for winning a pair of gloves from the first saluted on Easter morning. Little Jack Horner is a hero of a chap-book tale consisting of many adventures. This is a riddle rhyme. THE END . XLVII. Humpty-dumpty is an egg.XXXIX. LI.