A Book of Nursery Rhymes

Front matter

Being Mother Goose's Melodies

Arranged in the Order of

Attractiveness and

Preface

PREFACE

THE direct simplicity, dramatic imagination, and spontaneous humor of the rhymes and jingles of Mother Goose will probably never be excelled by any modern verse. They will for the most part doubtless remain for all time "the light literature of the infant scholar." Although some fragments of what has been written since the collection was first made may go to swell the volume of this inheritance from past ages, the selection of any permanent additions will be made finally by the mother and the child. The choice will be by no means a haphazard one, for it will be founded on psychological principles, on basal elements of human character, and it will, for the very same cause, be an absolutely autocratic choice.

Experience proved these old rhymes and jingles to be the best fitted for the awakening intelligence of the child. the "sound sense," to which many of them appeal, satisfies that instinctive feeling for rhythm which children, even before they learn to speak, manifest in their tendency to duplicate syllables, which is so marked in what may be described as the "goo-goo" and "ga-ga" stage of speech development.

Mother Goose has for generations furnished a rich storehouse from which mothers have gratified the baby sense for "time-sound," or rhythm. This, combined with the appeal to the imagination, evoking the sense of wonder all along the plane of the baby mind, accounts for the abiding place which these rhymes and jingles have in the literature of the nursery.

The present collection of the best known and most popular of these old-time favorites rests its claim for a place in the home and the school on the fact that here for the first time an attempt is made to group them in a natural and logical order. When they were originally collected by Newbery about 1765, they were not grouped at all, and it was not until Halliwell published his much larger collection in 1842 that any steps were taken towards arrangement. The classification of Halliwell, however, was made from the point of view of the student of folklore, and not from that of the needs of the child.

Now, however, that they have been promoted from the nursery to the school-room, some scheme of grouping them which may prove helpful alike to mother, nurse, kindergartner, and teacher would seem to be desirable. The French, justifying their proverb, "Ce qui n'est pas logique, n est pas français," have for many years arranged their collections of children's rhymes and games in a kind of psychological sequence, following to some extent the mental development of the child. The Germans, too, with their love of orderly classification and arrangement, have done the same thing with much more minuteness, in which they have been followed by the folk of Holland; but our popular editions of English Nursery rhymes have for the most part been thrown together without any attempt at orderly or intelligent classification. They have been presented in the form of an olla podrida, and the excellence of its ingredients has alone prevented it from being absolutely indigestible.

It will be seen from the present collection that not only do these rhymes and jingles fall naturally into the four great divisions of Mother Play, Mother Stories, Child Play, and Child Stories, but there is a logical order in which each section may be advantageously presented to the child,—an order which, by the way, the mother-instinct almost always finds out without any consciousness of following a law. The mother may generally be safely trusted to present these rhymes and jingles to the child in the natural order of the awakening of the child's interest and growing intelligence. She is not governed by the hardness of the words, the difficulty of the sentences, or any principle of grading which is attempted in school books or by school teachers. For there are certain of these rhymes and jingles which belong to certain periods of the child's progressing acquaintance with the world that lies about him from his infancy, just as certain foods and certain dress are necessary and suitable at different stages of his physical growth.

For example, the Mother-Play rhymes and jingles, which are generally accompanied by movements and gestures, and those which affect the child's own personality,—the parts of his body, etc.,—infants sensibly appreciate and enjoy before they can talk, and it is but natural that they are among the first things which they repeat as they learn to talk. And so "Pat-a-cake" and "This Little Pig went to Market" are acted, and lullabies are crooned at this stage. After this personal interest children may become occupied with animals and their doings, first in relation to themselves and then independently, and they will delight in "Ding Dong Bell," "Three Little Kittens," "I love Little Pussy," etc. Then, or at about the same time, they begin to take cognizance of the flight of time; and days and nights, months and years, sun, moon, and stars, the weather, etc., form appropriately the subject of the rhymes repeated to them. Other children and grown-up people in their relation to the child now begin to attract the awakening attention, and "Jack and Jill" and "Tom Tucker" will have a message for the little ones. Then plays, games, riddles, counting out rhymes, etc., come in natural order; and with his wider experience the child will appreciate the didactic rhymes, the rhyming alphabets, and the like, and will begin to store his memory with the proverbs, riddles, paradoxes, etc. Following out this idea, - proceeding from the simple to the complex, and keeping pace so far as may be with the order and progress of the mental development of the average child,- the rhymes and jingles have been classified and arranged in this volume, after considerable experiment and study, and conference with some of the foremost students of child psychology. The order may be found to vary sometimes according to the environment of particular children, but it is believed that it will be found to be, broadly speaking, the logical and natural order.

Such a book will, it is hoped, be welcomed in the nursery, in the kindergarten, and in the school room; for, without any attempt at a cast-iron grading,- which of course is impossible, -it relieves those who have the care of the little ones from the trouble of seeking for them the different kinds of material in the order in which they are ready for it. Some slight attempt has been made, however,— though this is not insisted upon, nor has it been carried very far,— to arrange the rhymes and jingles in each section so as to follow the child's growing intellectual powers by beginning each division with the more simple and concrete rhymes, jingles, and stories, and gradually advancing to those which contain more complex and abstract ideas.

CHAS. WELSH

PART I. — MOTHER PLAY Personal to the child

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

A BOOK OF

NURSERY RHYMES

Part I

PERSONAL TO THE CHILD

MOTHER PLAY

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! So I do, master, as fast as I can: Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.

This little pigThis little pig went to market; This little pig stayed at home; This little pig had roast beef; This little pig had none; This little pig said, "Wee, wee! I can't find my way home."

Brow bender, | EYE winker,

Eye peeper, | Tom Tinker,

Nose smeller, | Nose smeller,

Mouth eater, | Mouth eater,

Chin chopper, | Chin chopper,

Knock at the door—peep in, | Chin chopper.

Lift up the latch—walk in.

HERE sits the Lord Mayor | forehead.

Here sit his two men | eyes

Here sits the cock | right cheek.

Here sits the hen | left cheek.

Here sit the little chickens | tip of nose.

Here they run in | mouth.

Chinchopper, chinchopper,

Chinchopper, chin! | chuck the chin.

Warm, hands, warm, daddy 's gone to plough; If you want to warm hands, warm hands now.

[A finger play.]

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

Dance, Thumbkin, Dance, [Keep the thumb in motion. Dance, ye merrymen, every one; [All the fingers in motion. For Thumbkin, he can dance alone, [The thumb only moving. Thumbkin, he can dance alone, [Ditto. Dance, Foreman, dance, [The first finger moving. Dance, ye merrymen, every one; [The whole moving. But Foreman, he can dance alone, Foreman, he can dance alone.

And so on with the others—naming the second finger "Longman." the third finger "Ringman." and the fourth finger "Littleman." Littleman cannot dance alone.

Bat, bat (clap hands), Come under my hat, And I'll give you a slice of bacon; And when I bake, I'll give you a cake, If I am not mistaken.

Dancy-diddlety-poppity-pin! Have a new dress when summer comes in; When summer goes out, 'T is all worn out, Dancy-diddlety-poppity-pin!

"Is John Smith within?" "Yes, that he is." "Can he set a shoe?" "Ay, marry, two; Here a nail and there a nail, Tick, tack, too."

See-saw, Margery Daw, Jenny shall have a new master; And she shall have but a penny a day, Because she can't work any faster.

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Dance, little baby, dance up high, Never mind, baby, mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little baby, there you go; Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round; Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!

To market, to market, To buy a plum bun; Home again, come again, Market is done.

To market, to market, to buy a plum cake, Back again, back again, baby is late; To market, to market, to buy a plum bun, Back again, back again, market is done. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, dancing a jig; Ride to the market to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

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

Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy; And here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, roundy.

Ride, baby, ride, Pretty baby shall ride, And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side, And a little pussy-cat tied to the other, And away she shall ride To see her grandmother, To see her grandmother. To see her grandmother,

Here am I Little jumping Joan; When nobody's with me, I'm always alone.

This is the way the ladies ride; Tri, tre, tre, tree, Tri, tre, tre, tree! This is the way the ladies ride, Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!

This is the way the gentlemen ride; Gallop-a-trot! This is the way the gentlemen ride, Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!

This is the way the farmers ride; Hobbledy-hoy, Hobbledy-hoy! This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!

Tickle ye, tickle ye in your hand, If you laugh you are a man, If you cry you are a baby, If you dance you are a lady.

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

A good child, a good child, As I suppose you be, Never laughed nor smiled At the tickling of your knee.

What are little boys made of, made of? What are little boys made of? Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails; And that's what little boys are made of, made of. What are little girls made of, made of, made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and all that's nice; And that's what little girls are made of, made of.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With cockle-shells and silver bells And pretty girls all of a-row.

Sugar and spice, and all that's nice.

Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing? How many holes in a skimmer? Four and twenty,— I'm feeling quite empty; Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.

Pease porridge hot, Pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot, Nine days old. Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old.

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen; And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.

Hush thee, my babby, Lie still with thy daddy, Thy mammy has gone to the mill, To grind thee some wheat To make thee some meat, And so, my dear babby, lie still.

Bye, baby Bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting, To get a little rabbit's skin, To wrap his baby Bunting in.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, My son John Went to bed With his stockings on; One shoe off, The other shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, My son John.

Hush-a-bye, baby, On the tree-top, When the wind blows The cradle will rock; When the bough breaks The cradle will fall, Down will come baby, Bough, cradle, and all. | Good night, Sleep tight, Wake up bright In the morning light, To do what's right, With all your might.

PART II. — MOTHER STORIES Animals and their Doings

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Ding, dong bell, Pussy 's in the well!

Part II

ANIMALS AND THEIR DOINGS

MOTHER STORIES

Ding, dong bell, Pussy's in the well! Who put her in? Little Tommy Lin. Who pulled her out? Little Johnny Stout. What a naughty boy was that To drown the poor, poor pussy-cat Who never did him any harm But killed the mice in his father's barn.

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

Bow wow says the dog

So, with sparrows and owls, With rats and with dogs, With ducks and with crows, With cats and with hogs,

A fine song I have made, To please you, my dear; And if it's well sung, 'T will be charming to hear.

A cat came fiddling Out of a barn, With a pair of bagpipes Under her arm; She could sing nothing But fiddle cum dee, The mouse has married The bumble-bee; Pipe, cat; dance, mouse: We'll have a wedding At our good house.

Pussy-cat Mew Jumped over a coal,

And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole. Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk Until her best petticoat's mended with silk,

Didley, diddledy, dumpty: The cat ran up the plum-tree. Half a crown To fetch her down; Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

Pussy-cat sits by the fire; How can she be fair? In walks the little dog; Says, "Pussy! are you there? How do you do, Mistress Pussy? Mistress Pussy, how d'ye do?" "I thank you kindly, little dog, I fare as well as you!"

Hey! diddle diddle

Hey! diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, While the dish ran after the spoon.

Dame Trot and her cat Led a peaceable life, When they were not troubled With other folks' strife. When Dame had her dinner Near Pussy would wait, And was sure to receive A nice piece from her plate.

The two gray Kits And the gray Kits' mother, All went over The bridge together. The bridge broke down, They all fell in, May the rats go with you, Says Tom Bolin.

Great A, little a, Bouncing B! The cat 's in the cupboard, And she can't see.

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

Feedum, fiddledum fee, The cat's got into the tree. Pussy, come down, Or I'll crack your crown, And toss you into the sea.

Two little dogs Sat by the fire, Over a fender of coal-dust; Said one little dog To the other little dog, If you don't talk, why, I must.

Leg over leg, As the dog went to Dover, When he came to a stile, Jump! he went over.

Bow-wow-wow

Bow-wow-wow! Whose dog art thou? Little Tom Tinker's dog, Bow-wow-wow!

There were two birds sat on a stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; One flew away, and then there was one, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; The other flew after, And then there was none, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; And so the poor stone Was left all alone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.

Cock Robin got up early, At the break of day, And went to Jenny's window To sing a roundelay.

He sang Cock Robin's love To the pretty Jenny Wren, And when he got unto the end, Then he began again.

Pit, pat, well-a-day! Little Robin flew away; Where can little Robin be? Gone into the cherry-tree.

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye;

Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie;

When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the King?

The King was in his counting-house, Counting out his money;

The Queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey;

The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes; When up came a blackbird, And snapt off her nose.

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, Up went pussy-cat, and down went he; Down came pussy-cat, and away Robin ran; Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."

Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall, Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall; Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say? Pussy-cat said "Mew," and Robin flew away.

Come hither, sweet Robin, And not be afraid, I would not hurt even a feather; Come hither, sweet Robin, And pick up some bread, To feed you this very cold weather

I don't mean to frighten you, Poor little thing, And pussy-cat is not behind me; So hop about pretty, And drop down your wing, And pick up some crumbs, And don't mind me.

John Hobbs, John Hobbs he had a grey mare . . Ha, ha, ha! Her back stood up, and her bones were bare . . . Ha, ha, ha!

John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank . . . . Ha, ha, ha! And there his nag did kick and prank . . . . . Ha, ha, ha!

John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill . . . . Ha, ha, ha! His mare fell down, and she made her will . . . . Ha, ha, ha!

The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf . . . Ha, ha, ha! If you want any more you may sing it yourself . . Ha, ha, ha!

Up hill spare me, Down hill 'ware me, On level ground spare me not, And in the stable forget me not.

Shoe the horse, and shoe the mareShoe the horse, and shoe the mare; But let the little colt go bare.

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

I HAD a little pony, His name was Dapple-gray, I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away;

She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady's hire.

I LOST my mare in Lincoln Lane, And couldn't tell where to find her, Till she came home both lame and blind, With never a tail behind her.

I HAD a little hobby-horse, And it was dapple grey; Its head was made of pea-straw, Its tail was made of hay

I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without another coat.

SHOE the colt, Shoe the colt; Shoe the wild mare; Here a nail, There a nail, Yet she goes bare.

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

Betty Pringle had a little pig, Not very little and not very big, When he was alive he lived in clover, But now he's dead, and that's all over. So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried, And Betty Pringle she lay down and died; So there was an end of one, two, and three: Billy Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And the piggy wiggy.

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

A long-tailed pig, or a short-tailed pig, Or a pig without e'er a tail, A sow-pig, or a boar-pig, Or a pig with a curly tail.

Little Bo-peep Has lost her sheep, And can't tell Where to find them; Leave them alone, And they'll come home, And bring their Tails behind them.

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

Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them;

She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left all their tails behind 'em!

It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray, Unto a meadow hard by— There she espied their tails side by side, All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye, And over the hillocks she raced; And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, That each tail should be properly placed.

Hickory dickory dockHickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run, Hickory, dickory, dock.

Hickory, dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock; The clock stuck two, The mouse said, “Boo”, Hickory, dickory dock.

BAH, bah, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full:

One for my master, And one for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives in the lane.

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Young lambs to sell! Young lambs to sell! If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry—Young lambs to sell

Some little mice sat in a barn to spin; Pussy came by and popped his head in; "Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?" "Oh, no! kind sir, you will snap our heads off!"

SNAIL, snail, put out your horn, Then I'll give you a barleycorn.

LADYBIRD, ladybird, fly away home, Your house is on fire, your children all gone, All but one, and her name is Ann, And she crept under the pudding-pan.

BURNIE bee, burnie bee, Tell me when your wedding be? If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.

FIDDLE-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly shall marry the bumble-bee. They went to the church and married was she, — The fly has married the bumble-bee.

FOUR-AND-TWENTY tailors Went to kill a snail, The best man among them Durst not touch her tail;

She put out her horns Like a little Kyloe cow,

Run, tailors, run! or She'll kill you all e'en now.

THREE blind mice, see how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving-knife; Did you ever see such a thing in your life? As three blind mice!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5! I caught a hare alive; 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! I let her go again.

Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it, She opened the bag, he was out in a minute; The cat saw him jump and run under the table, And the dog said, "Catch him, puss, as soon as you're able."

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been? I've been to London To look at the Queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there? I frightened a little mouse Under the chair.

Sing, sing, what shall I sing? Cat's run away with the pudding-string! Do, do, what shall I do? The cat has bitten it quite in two.

Three little kittens lost their mittens, And they began to cry, "O mother dear, We very much fear That we have lost our mittens."

"Lost your mittens! You naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie." "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow." "No, you shall have no pie." "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.

The three little kittens found their mittens, And they began to cry, "O mother dear, See here, see here See! we have found our mittens."

"Put on your mittens, You silly kittens, And you may have some pie." "Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r, Oh, let us have the pie. Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r."

The three little kittens put on their mittens, And soon ate up the pie; "O mother dear, We greatly fear That we have soil'd our mittens."

"Soiled your mitten! You naughty kittens!" Then they began to sigh, "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow." Then they began to sigh, "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."

The three little kittens washed their mittens, And hung them out to dry; "O mother dear, Do you not hear, That we have washed our mittens? '

"Washed your mittens! Oh, you 're good kittens. But I smell a rat close by! ' "Hush, hush ! mee-ow, mee-ow! We smell a rat close by! Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!'

THERE was an owl lived in an oak, Wisky, wasky, weedle; And every word he ever spoke Was "fiddle, faddle, feedle."

A gunner chanced to come that way, Wisky, wasky, weedle; Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird." Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

PART III. — MOTHER STORIES Other Children, and Other People in Relation to the Child

PART III

OTHER CHILDREN; AND OTHER PEOPLE IN RELATION TO THE CHILD

MOTHER STORIES

Little boy blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow 's in the corn. Where's the boy that looks after the sheep? He's under the haycock, fast asleep.

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Will you wake him? No, not I; For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

Simple Simon.

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

Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny." Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale; All the water he could find Was in his mother's pail!

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

He went to catch a dicky bird, And thought he could not fail, Because he had a little salt, To put them upon its tail.

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

When little Fred went to bed He always said his prayers. He kissed mamma and then papa, And straightway went upstairs.

Cross-patch, Draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup, And drink it up, Then call your neighbors in.

The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, Cried "Gobble, gobble, gobble:" The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still, Went hobble, hobble, hobble.

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"To bed! to bed!" Says Sleepy-head; "Tarry awhile," says Slow; "Put on the pot," Says Greedy-sot; "We'll sup before we go."

Charley wag, Ate the pudding and left the bag.

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

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There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile ; He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

see-saw

See-saw, Margery Daw, Sold her bed and lay upon straw.

Robin and Richard Were two pretty men; They lay in bed Till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Robin, And looks at the sky. "Oh! brother Richard, The sun's very high." You go before with the bottle and bag, And I will come after on little Jack Nag

Johnny shall have a new bonnet, And Johnny shall go to the fair, And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon To tie up his bonny brown hair. And why may not I love Johnny? And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny, As well as another body? And here's a leg for a stocking, And here is a leg for a shoe, And he has a kiss for his daddy, And two for his mammy, I trow.

Oh, dear, what can the matter be? Johnny has gone to the fair. He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbon To tie up my bonny brown hair.

Three wise men of Gotham, Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger My song had been longer.

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Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down, and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.

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

Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run. The pig was eat, and Tom was beat. And Tom went roaring down the street

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown, Rapping at the window, cry- ing through the lock,

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"Are the children in their beds? now it's eight o'clock."

I had a little husband, No bigger than my thumb, I put him in a pint-pot, And then I bade him drum.

I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I bridled him, and saddled him. And sent him out of town.