Chapter 3

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, jiggety jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety jog.

Jacky, come give me thy fiddle, If ever thou mean to thrive. Nay, I'll not give my fiddle To any man alive.

If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I'm gone mad; For many a joyful day My fiddle and I have had.

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 glass, And he called for his fiddlers three.

And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; "Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers, "Oh there's none so rare "As can compare "With King Cole and his fiddlers three."

High diddle doubt, my candle's out, My little maid is not at home; Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog, And fetch my little maid home.

Bat, bat, 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.

I'll tell you story, About John-a-Nory: And now my story's begun. I'll tell you another, About Jack and his brother, And now my story's done.

My little old man and I fell out, I'll tell you what 'twas all about, I had money and he had none, And that's the way the noise begun.

Little Tommy Grace Had a pain in his face, So bad that he could not learn a letter;

When in came Dicky Long, Singing such a funny song, That Tommy laughed, and found his face much better.

Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair? In walks a lit-tle dog-gy, Pus-sy, are you there?

Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er. I'll not change my wife for gold or sill-er.

There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile, And he found a crook-ed six-pence a-gainst a crook-ed stile; He bought a crook-ed cat, which caught a crook-ed mouse, And they all liv-ed to-ge-ther in a lit-tle crook-ed house.

The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown, The Li-on beat the U-ni-corn all round a-bout the town. Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown, Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.

Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T's To tie two Tups to two tall trees, To fright-en the ter-ri-ble Thomas a Tat-ta-mus. Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.

A little boy went into a barn, And lay down on some hay; An owl came out and flew about, And the little boy ran away.

If all the world were water, And all the water were ink, What should we do for bread and cheese? What should we do for drink?

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, And Jack jump over the candlestick.

Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash the dish-es, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cush-ion, and sew a fine seam, And feed up-on straw-ber-ries, su-gar, and cream.

Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep, They met to-ge-ther in Grace-church Street; In and out, in and out, o-ver the way, Oh! says John-ny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.

Is John Smith with-in? Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe? Aye, mar-ry, two. Here a nail, there a nail, Tick, tack, too.

Old Mother Goose, When she wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander.

Mother Goose had a house, 'Twas built in a wood, Where an owl at the door For sentinel stood.

This is her son Jack, A smart-looking lad; He is not very good, Nor yet very bad.

She sent him to market, A live goose he bought. "Here, mother," says he, "It will not go for nought."

Jack's goose and her gander Grew very fond, They'd both eat together, Or swim in one pond.

Jack found one morning, As I have been told, His goose had laid him An egg of pure gold.

Jack rode to his mother, The news for to tell; She call'd him a good boy, And said it was well.

Jack sold his gold egg To a rogue of a Jew, Who cheated him out of The half of his due.

Then Jack went a-courting A lady so gay, As fair as the Lily, And sweet as the May.

The Jew and the Squire Came close at his back, And began to belabor The sides of poor Jack.

And then the gold egg Was thrown into the sea, But Jack he jump'd in, And got it back presently.

The Jew got the goose, Which he vow'd he'd kill, Resolving at once His pockets to fill.

Jack's mother came in, And caught the goose soon, And, mounting its back, Flew up to the moon.

One, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, open the door; Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them straight; Nine, ten, a good fat hen.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so betwixt them both, you see, They licked the platter clean.

See a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck. See a pin and let it lay, Bad luck you'll have all the day.

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

There was an old wo-man who liv-ed in a shoe, She had so ma-ny chil-dren, she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth, with-out any bread, She whip-ped them all round, and sent them to bed.

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

We are all in the dumps, For diamonds are trumps, The kittens are gone to St. Paul's; The babies are bit, The moon's in a fit, And the houses are built without walls.

Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, One a penny, two a penny, Hot cross buns. If your daughters don't like them, Give them to your sons, One a penny, two a penny, Hot cross buns.

See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw, Jen-ny shall have a new mas-ter; She shall have but a pen-ny a day, Be-cause she can't work any fast-er.

Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men, They laid in bed till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Ro-bin and looks in the sky, "Oh; bro-ther Rich-ard, the sun's very high! You go on with the bot-tle and bag, And I'll come af-ter with jol-ly Jack Nag."

Little Nancy Etticote, In a white petticoat, With a red nose; The longer she stands, The shorter she grows.

[A CANDLE.]

See saw, sacradown, sacradown, Which is the way to Boston town? One foot up, the other foot down, That is the way to Boston town. Boston town's changed into a city, But I've no room to change my ditty.

There was a Piper had a Cow, And he had naught to give her, He pull'd out his pipes and play'd her a tune, And bade the cow consider.

The cow considered very well, And gave the piper a penny, And bade him play the other tune, "Corn rigs are bonny."

Sing a song of six-pence, a pock-et full of Rye, Four and twen-ty Black-birds baked in a Pie; When the Pie was o-pen-ed, the Birds be-gan to sing; Was not that a dain-ty dish to set before a King?

The King was in the Count-ing-house, count-ing out his mo-ney; The Queen was in the Par-lour, eat-ing bread and ho-ney; The Maid was in the Gar-den, hang-ing out the clothes. By came a Black-bird, and snap-ped off her nose.

A diller, a dollar, A ten o'clock scholar, What makes you come so soon? You used to come at ten o'clock, But now you come at noon.

Bye, baby bumpkin, Where's Tony Lumpkin? My lady's on her death-bed, With eating half a pumpkin.

As I was going to sell my eggs, I met a man with bandy legs, Bandy legs and crooked toes, I tripp'd up his heels and he fell on his nose.

Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop; So I cried, little bird, will you stop, stop, stop? And was going to the window to say how do you do? But he shook his little tail, and far away he flew.

Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going? I will go with you, if I may. I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing, I am going to see them make the hay.

Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a rail, Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail; Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a bridle, With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.

Ding, dong, darrow, The cat and the sparrow, The little dog burnt his tail, And he shall be whipped to-morrow.

Pit, pat, well-a-day, Little Robin flew away; Where can little Robin be? But up in yon cherry tree.

Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner, Eat-ing a Christ-mas pie; He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"

Lit-tle Tom Tuck-er Sings for his sup-per; What shall he eat? White bread and but-ter. How shall he cut it With-out e'er a knife? How will he be mar-ri-ed With-out e'er a wife?

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

A dog and a cat went out together, To see some friends just out of town; Said the cat to the dog, "What d'ye think of the weather?" "I think, Ma'am, the rain will come down:

"But don't be alarmed, for I've an umbrella That will shelter us both," said this amiable fellow.

Little Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders Warming her pretty little toes! Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter, For spoiling her nice new clothes.

Four and twen-ty tai-lors went to kill a snail, The best man a-mongst them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns, like a lit-tle Ky-loe Cow. Run, Tai-lors, run, or she'll kill you all just now.

A little cock-sparrow sat on a tree, Looking as happy as happy could be, Till a boy came by, with his bow and arrow, Says he, I will shoot the little cock-sparrow.

His body will make me a nice little stew, And his giblets will make me a little pie, too. Says the little cock-sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay, So he clapped his wings, and flew away.

Bless you, bless you, bonny bee; Say, when will your wedding be? If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.

One day, an old cat and her kittens Put on their bonnets and mittens, And as it was damp, why they put on their clogs; They thought it would be very nice To go out in search of some mice,-- But they ran home again when they saw two fierce dogs.

Doctor Foster went to Gloster, In a shower of rain; He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle, And never went there again.

John Cook had a little gray mare; he, haw, hum! Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum! John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum! And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum! John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum! His mare fell down and she made her will; he, haw, hum! The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum! If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!

Dingty, diddlety, my mammy's maid, She stole oranges, I am afraid; Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve, She stole oranges, I do believe.

A horse and cart Had Billy Smart, To play with when it pleased him; The cart he'd load By the side of the road, And be happy if no one teased him.

Who ever saw a rabbit Dressed in a riding habit, Gallop off to see her friends, in this style? I should not be surprised If my lady is capsized, Before she has ridden half a mile.

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

Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily jump the stile, boys, A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.

Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down tumble cradle and baby and all.

DINNER.

Miss Kitty was rude at the table one day, And would not sit still on her seat; Regardless of all that her mother could say, From her chair little Kitty kept running away, All the time they were eating the meat.

As soon as she saw that the meat was remov'd She ran to her chair in great haste; But her mother such giddy behavior reprov'd, By sending away the sweet pudding she lov'd, Without giving Kitty one taste.

THE NEW DOLL.

Miss Jenny and Polly Had each a new Dolly, With rosy-red cheeks and blue eyes, Dress'd in ribands and gauze: And they quarreled because The Dolls were not both of a size.

O silly Miss Jenny! To be such a ninny, To quarrel and make such a noise! For the very same day Their mama sent away Their dolls with red cheeks and blue eyes.

GETTING UP.

Baby, baby, ope your eye, For the sun is in the sky, And he's peeping once again Through the frosty window pane; Little baby, do not keep Any longer, fast asleep.

There now, sit in mother's lap, That she may untie your cap, For the little strings have got Twisted into _such_ a knot; Ah! for shame,--you've been at play With the bobbin, as you lay.

There it comes,--now let us see Where your petticoats can be; O,--they're in the window seat, Folded very smooth and neat: When my baby older grows _She_ shall double up her clothes.

Now one pretty little kiss, For dressing you so neat as this, And before we go down stairs, Don't forget to say your pray'rs, For 'tis God who loves to keep Little babies in their sleep.

The Linnet's Nest.

Quick from the garden, Charles ran in, With look of joy, and voice of glee; A Linnet's nest, Papa, I've seen: O come--'tis in the Apple-tree.

Four little birds I just could see, And then I ran to tell you here: For Puss was waiting near the tree, And she will get them all, I fear.

PLAYING WITH FIRE.

I've seen a little girl, mama, That had got such a dreadful scar, All down her arms, and neck, and face, I could not bear to see the place.

Poor little girl, and don't you know The shocking trick that made her so? 'Twas all because she went and did A thing her mother had forbid.

For, once, when nobody was by her, This silly child would play with fire; And long before her mother came, Her pin-a-fore was all in flame!

In vain she tried to put it out, 'Till all her clothes were burnt about, And then she suffered ten times more, All over with the dreadful sore.

For many months, before 'twas cured, Most shocking torments she endured; And even now in passing by her, You see what 'tis to play with fire!

GRATEFUL LUCY.

As Lucy with her Mother walked, She played and gamboled, laughed and talked 'Till, coming to the river side, She slipped, and floated down the tide.

Her faithful Carlo being near, Jumped in to save his mistress dear; He drew her carefully to shore, And Lucy lives and laughs once more.

Dear generous Carlo, Lucy said, You ne'er shall want for meat or bread; For every day before I dine, Good Carlo shall have some of mine.

RUN AND PLAY.

There, run away, you little things, And romp, and jump, and play, You have been quiet long enough, So run away, I say.

George, you and Lucy roll your hoops, You on a stick can ride, And nurse, with baby, run a race, Or any play beside.

Or you may play at hounds and hare, And chase it round and round, But, as a fall may often chance, Go on the grassy ground.

Or, if you like, beneath the hedge To gather wild flowers fair, Go, get your baskets, but be quick, And I will meet you there.

And afterwards, Papa will make One in your little play, And he will try to run as fast As you did yesterday.

The fresh, fresh air, so softly blows, And there shines out the sun, And active limbs and rosy cheeks Will in the race be won.

For little boys and girls may romp, And frisk, and jump, and play, When book and lessons both are done, So run away, I say.

THE CUT.

Well, what's the matter? there's a face, What, has it cut a vein? And it is quite a shocking place; Come, let us look again.

I see it bleeds, but never mind That tiny little drop; I don't believe you'll ever find That crying makes it stop.

'Tis sad, indeed, to cry at pain, For any but a baby; If _that_ should chance to cut a vein, We should not wonder, may be.

But such a man as you should try To bear a little sorrow: So run along, and wipe your eye, 'Twill all be well to-morrow.

SLEEPY HARRY.

I do not like to go to bed, The sleepy little Harry said; So, naughty Betty, go away, I will not come at all, I say.

What a silly little fellow! I should be asham'd to tell her. Betty, you must come and carry Very foolish little Harry.

The little birds are better taught, They go to roosting when they ought; And all the ducks and fowls you know _They_ went to bed an hour ago.

The little beggar in the street, Who wanders with his naked feet, And has not where to lay his head, O, he'd be _glad_ to go to bed.

BREAKFAST AND PUSS.

Here's my baby's bread and milk, For her lip as soft as silk; Here's the basin, clean and neat; Here's the spoon of silver sweet; Here's the stool, and here's the chair For my little lady fair.

No, you must not spill it out, And drop the bread and milk about; But let it stand before you flat, And pray, remember pussy cat; Poor old pussy cat that purrs All so patiently for hers.

True she runs about the house, Catching, now and then, a mouse. But, though she thinks it very nice, That only makes a _tiny_ slice; She don't forget, that you should stop, And leave poor puss a little drop.

Frightened by a Cow.

A very young lady, With Susan the maid, Who carried the baby, Were one day afraid.

They saw a cow feeding, Quite harmless and still, Yet screamed without heeding The man at the mill.

Who seeing their flutter, Said, "cows do no harm, But give you good butter And milk from the farm."

"So don't have the folly Of running at sight Of a gentle old Mooly, In terror and fright."

THE DUNCE OF A KITTEN.

Come, pussy, will you learn to read. I've got a pretty book? Nay, turn this way, you must indeed.-- Fie, there's a sulky look.

Here is a pretty picture, see, An apple, and great A: How stupid you will ever be, If you do naught but play.

Come, A, B, C, an easy task, What any fool can do: I will do any thing you ask, For dearly I love you.

Now, how I'm vexed, you are so dull, You have not learnt it half: You will grow up a downright fool, And make all people laugh.

Mother so told me, I declare, And made me quite ashamed; So I resolved no pains to spare, Nor like a dunce be blamed.

Well, get along, you naughty Kit, And after mice go look; I'm glad that I have got more wit, I love my pretty book.

SENSIBLE CHARLES.

When Charles was only ten years old, His uncle took him to the play; The night was bad, he caught a cold, And laid in bed the following day.

When Charles was well enough to rise, He gently ope'd his uncle's door; And, to his very great surprise, Begged he would take him there no more.

PUT DOWN THE BABY.

"O dear Mama," said little Fred, "Put baby down--take me instead; Upon the carpet let her be Put baby down, and take up me."

No, that, my dear, I cannot do, You know I used to carry you; But you are now grown strong and stout, And you can run and play about.

When Fanny is as old as you, No doubt but what she'll do so too; And when she grows a little stronger, I mean to carry her no longer.

DIRTY HANDS.

O bless me, Mary, how is this? Your hands are very dirty, Miss; I don't expect such hands to see When you come in to dine with me.

Mama, said little Mary, pray, Shall we have company to-day That I should be _so very_ clean? By whom, pray, am I to be seen?

By whom, my girl? why, by Mama, By Brothers, Sisters, and Papa; Pray, do you not most love to see Your parents, and your family?

Be cleanly and polite at home, Then you're prepared if friends should come: Make it your habit to be clean, No matter then by whom you're seen.

FRANCES AND HENRY.

Sister Frances is sad, Because Henry is ill; And she lets the dear lad Do whatever he will will.

Left her own little chair And got up in a minute, When she heard him declare That he wished to sit in it.

Now from this we can tell, He will never more tease her, But when he is well, He will study to please her.

POISONOUS FRUIT.

As Tommy and his sister Jane Were walking down a shady lane, They saw some berries, bright and red, That hung around and over head.

And soon the bough they bended down To make the scarlet fruit their own; And part they ate, and part in play They threw about and flung away.

But long they had not been at home Before poor Jane and little Tom Were taken sick and ill, to bed, And since, I've heard, they both are dead.

DRESSED OR UNDRESSED.

When children are naughty, and will not be drest, Pray, what do you think is the way? Why, often I really believe it is best To keep them in night-clothes all day!

But then they can have no good breakfast to eat, Nor walk with their mother or aunt, At dinner they'll have neither pudding nor meat, Nor any thing else that they want.

Then who would be naughty and sit all the day In night-clothes unfit to be seen? And pray who would lose all their pudding and play, For not being dress'd neat and clean.

BAPTISM IN CHURCH.

Frances Lorenzo is my name, I scarce can tell you how it came; (One day to church I had to go, And ever since they've called me so.)

That New Year's day I shan't forget, So cold, my limbs seem shaking yet; Nor him who loves the lambs, they said, And poured the water on my head.

For folded in his bosom warm, I knew that I was safe from harm; He called my name, and pressed my brow, And said, I was a soldier now.

I sat so still, and all around Were pleasant looks and sweetest sound; I wondered what it all could mean, O, Mama, take me there again. A. D. F.

THE PET LAMB.

My own pet Lamb, I long to be From envy, pride, and malice free; Patient, and mild, and meek like thee, My own pet Lamb.

I long to know my Shepherd's voice, To make his pleasant ways my choice And in the fold like thee rejoice, My own pet Lamb.

Be you to others kind and true, As you'd have others be to you.

HYMN.

O, Lord! our infant voice we raise, Thy holy name to bless; In daily song of thanks and praise, For mercies numberless.

For parents who have taught us right, That Thou art good and true; And though unseen by our weak sight Thou seest all we do.

Let all our thoughts and actions rise From innocence and truth; And Thou, O, Lord! wilt not despise The praise of early youth.

TIME TO RISE.

The Cock who soundly sleeps at night, Rises with the morning light, Very loud and shrill he crows; Then the sleeping ploughman knows, He must leave his bed also, To his morning work to go.

And the little Lark does fly To the middle of the sky; You may hear his merry tune In the morning very soon; For he does not like to rest, Idle, in his downy nest.

While the cock is crowing shrill, Leave my little bed I will, And I'll rise to hear the Lark, For it is no longer dark; 'Twould be a pity there to stay, When 'tis light and pleasant day.

FOR NANNIE.

A plum so blue, a cherry red, An orange bright and yellow; A pippin green, as e'er was seen, And peaches rich and mellow.