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NURSIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
No. 4 of OLD NURSERY RHYMES
Illustrated by H. Willebeek Le Mair
AUGENER Ltd., LONDON David McKay, 604-608 South Washington Square, Philadelphia.
Printed in England
Goosey Gander Mary, Mary, quite contrary Yankee Doodle Humpty Dumpty Here we go round the mulberry bush Three mice went into a hole to spin Dame, get up and bake your pies The babes in the wood Old King Cole Baby John
GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER
Goosey, Goosey, Gander, Where shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man That would not say his prayers, So I took him by the left leg And threw him down stairs.
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY
“Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow?” “With silver bells and cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row.”
YANKEE-DOODLE
Yankee-doodle came to town Upon a little pony, He stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni.
Yankee-doodle, doodle-do, Yankee-doodle dandy; All the lasses are so smart, And sweet as sugar candy.
Marching in and marching out, And marching round the town, O! Here there comes a regiment With Captain Thomas Brown, O!
Yankee-doodle, etc.
Yankee-doodle is a tune That comes in very handy; The enemy all runs away At Yankee-doodle dandy.
HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON A WALL
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall: All the King’s horses and all the King’s men Couldn’t pick up Humpty Dumpty again.
HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH
1. Here we go round the Mulberry Bush, The Mulberry Bush, the Mulberry Bush; Here we go round the Mulberry Bush On a cold and frosty morning.
2. This is the way we wash our hands, We wash our hands, we wash our hands; This is the way we wash our hands On a cold and frosty morning.
3. This is the way we dry our hands, We dry our hands, we dry our hands, etc.
4. This is the way we clap our hands, We clap our hands, we clap our hands, etc.
5. This is the way we warm our hands, We warm our hands, we warm our hands, etc.
THREE MICE WENT INTO A HOLE TO SPIN
Three mice went into a hole to spin; Puss passed by, and Puss looked in. “What are you doing, my little men?” “Weaving coats for gentlemen.” “Please let me help you to wind off your threads.” “Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads,” “Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads.”
Says Puss, “You look so wondrous wise, I like your whiskers and bright eyes; Your house is the nicest house I see I think there is room for you and me.” The mice were so pleased that they opened the door, And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor, And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor.
DAME, GET UP AND BAKE YOUR PIES
Dame, get up and bake your pies, Bake your pies, bake your pies; Dame, get up and bake your pies On Christmas Day in the morning.
Dame, what makes your maidens lie? Maidens lie, maidens lie? Dame, what makes your maidens lie On Christmas Day in the morning?
Dame, what makes your ducks to die? Ducks to die, ducks to die? Dame, what makes your ducks to die On Christmas Day in the morning?
Their wings are cut, they cannot fly, Cannot fly, cannot fly; Their wings are cut, they cannot fly On Christmas Day in the morning.
THE BABES IN THE WOOD
My dears, you must know, That a long time ago, Two poor little children, Whose names I don’t know, Were stolen away On a fine Summer’s day And left in the Wood, As I’ve heard the folks say. Poor Babes in the Wood! Poor Babes in the Wood! Don’t you remember The Babes in the Wood?
And when it was night So sad was their plight, The sun it went down And the moon gave no light. They sobbed and they sighed And they bitterly cried, And the poor little things They lay down and died. Poor Babes in the Wood! Poor Babes in the Wood! Don’t you remember The Babes in the Wood?
And when they were dead The Robins so red Brought strawberry leaves To over them spread. Then all the day long The branches among They mournfully whistled And this was their song. Poor Babes in the Wood, etc.
OLD KING COLE
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; And he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Ev’ry fiddler had a fiddle fine, A very fine fiddle had he; Then tweedle-dee went the fiddlers three, And so merry we will be.
BABY JOHN
Counting by the years they’ve past, Ben and Sue, Kate and Prue Come first and Baby John comes last.
But when bedtime comes, ’tis said, Then poor Sue And Ben and Prue And even Kate Must now come last, And wait Quite late, Till Baby John is fast A-bed.
WILLEBEEK CHILDREN’S BOOKS with colour illustrations by H. WILLEBEEK LE MAIR
WILLEBEEK NURSERY SONG BOOKS Full page Illustrations in colour with the original best known Nursery Songs
Vol. I.—OUR OLD NURSERY RHYMES Vol. II.—LITTLE SONGS OF LONG AGO Vol. III.—OLD DUTCH NURSERY RHYMES
Other Works
THE CHILDREN’S CORNER LITTLE PEOPLE Each book containing 16 Pictures and Verses from Child Life SCHUMANN Piano Album of Children’s Pieces CHILDREN’S POST CARDS 11 sets of 12 cards NURSERY RHYME BOOKS: 1. GRANNIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK 2. MOTHER’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK 3. AUNTIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK 4. NURSIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK 5. DADDY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK 6. BABY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
Augener Ltd. London David McKay, 604-608 South Washington Square, Philadelphia Printed in England
Transcriber’s Notes
--In the text versions, delimited italics text in underscores (the HTML version reproduces the font form of the printed book.)
--Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged.