Part 2

Not I, said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But did not take your nest away; Not I, said the cow, moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do.

Bob-o-link! Bob-o-link! Now, what do you think? Who stole a nest away From the plum-tree to-day?

Not I, said the dog, bow-wow! I wouldn't be so mean, I vow. I gave some hairs the nest to make, But the nest I did not take; Not I, said the dog, bow-wow! I would not be so mean, I vow.

Coo-coo! coo-coo! coo-coo! Let me speak a word or two: Who stole that pretty nest From little Robin Redbreast?

Not I, said the sheep; oh, no, I would not treat a poor bird so; I gave the wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa! baa! said the sheep; oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.

Caw! caw! cried the crow, I should like to know What thief took away A bird's-nest to-day.

Chuck! chuck! said the hen, Don't ask me again; Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Chuck! chuck! said the hen, Don't ask me again.

Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr! We will make a great stir. Let us find out his name, And all cry--For shame!

A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed; For he stole that pretty nest From little Robin Redbreast; And he felt so full of shame He did not like to tell his name.

There was a jolly miller Lived on the river Dee: He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song For ever used to be-- I care for nobody--no! not I, Since nobody cares for me.

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

Molly, my sister, and I fell out, And what do you think it was about? She loved coffee, and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn't agree.

Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Very ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.

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

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

Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by; Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart, Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart.

Pitty Patty Polt, Shoe the wild colt; Here a nail, And there a nail, Pitty Patty Polt.

Brow, brow, brinkie, Eye, eye, winkie, Mouth, mouth, merry, Cheek, cheek, cherry, Chin chopper, chin chopper, &c.

If you are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you'll be, You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.

"Where are you going to, my pretty maid?" "I am going a-milking, sir," she said. "May I go with you, my pretty maid?" "You're kindly welcome, sir," she said. "What is your father, my pretty maid?" "My father's a farmer, sir," she said. "What is your fortune, my pretty maid?" "My face is my fortune, sir," she said. "Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid." "Nobody asked you, sir," she said.

The barber shaved the mason, And as I suppose Cut off his nose, And popped it in the basin.

OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG.

OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor Dog a bone; But when she came there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor Dog had none.

She went to the baker's To buy him some bread, But when she came back The poor Dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin, But when she came back The poor Dog was laughing,

She took a clean dish To get him some tripe, But when she came back He was smoking a pipe.

She went to the alehouse To get him some beer, But when she came back The Dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern For white wine and red, But when she came back The Dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat, But when she came back He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's To buy him a wig, But when she came back He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit, But when she came back He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat, But when she came back He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes, But when she came back He was reading the news.

She went to the sempstress To buy him some linen, But when she came back The Dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, But when she came back He was dressed in his clothes.

The Dame made a curtsey, The Dog made a bow; The Dame said, "Your servant," The Dog said, "Bow wow."

This wonderful Dog Was Dame Hubbard's delight; He could sing, he could dance, He could read, he could write.

She gave him rich dainties Whenever he fed, And erected a monument When he was dead.

LITTLE JACK HORNER.

There was a monkey climbed up a tree; When he fell down, then down fell he.

There was a crow sat on a stone; When he was gone, then there was none.

There was an old wife did eat an apple; When she ate two, she had ate a couple.

There was a horse going to the mill; When he went on, he didn't stand still.

There was a butcher cut his thumb. When it did bleed, then blood it did run.

There was a jockey ran a race; When he ran fast, he ran apace.

There was a cobbler, clouting shoon; When they were mended, then they were done.

There was a navy went into Spain; When it returned, it came back again.

THE WAVES ON THE SEA-SHORE.

ROLL on, roll on, you restless waves, That toss about and roar; Why do you all run back again When you have reached the shore?

Roll on, roll on, you noisy waves, Roll higher up the strand; How is it that you cannot pass That line of yellow sand?

"We may not dare," the waves reply: "That line of yellow sand Is laid along the shore to bound The waters and the land.

"And all should keep to time and place, And all should keep to rule, Both waves upon the sandy shore, And little boys at school."

THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.

IT was on a merry time, When Jenny Wren was young, So neatly as she danced, And so sweetly as she sung,--

Robin Redbreast lost his heart: He was a gallant bird; He doffed his hat to Jenny, And thus to her he said:

"My dearest Jenny Wren, If you will but be mine, You shall dine on cherry-pie, And drink nice currant-wine.

"I'll dress you like a goldfinch, Or like a peacock gay; So if you'll have me, Jenny, Let us appoint the day."

Jenny blushed behind her fan, And thus declared her mind: "Then let it be to-morrow, Bob,-- I take your offer kind;

"Cherry-pie is very good, So is currant-wine; But I'll wear my russet gown, And never dress too fine."

Robin rose up early, At the break of day; He flew to Jenny Wren's house, To sing a roundelay.

He met the Cock and Hen, And bade the Cock declare, This was his wedding-day With Jenny Wren the fair.

The Cock then blew his horn, To let the neighbours know This was Robin's wedding-day, And they might see the show.

At first came Parson Rook, With his spectacles and band; And one of Mother Hubbard's books He held within his hand.

Then followed him the Lark, For he could sweetly sing, And he was to be the clerk At Cock Robin's wedding.

He sang of Robin's love For Little Jenny Wren; And when he came unto the end, Then he began again.

The Goldfinch came on next, To give away the Bride; The Linnet, being bridesmaid, Walked by Jenny's side;

And as she was a-walking, Said, "Upon my word, I think that your Cock Robin Is a very pretty bird."

The Blackbird and the Thrush, And charming Nightingale, Whose sweet "jug" sweetly echoes Through every grove and dale;

The Sparrow and Tomtit, And many more, were there; All came to see the wedding Of Jenny Wren the fair.

The Bullfinch walked by Robin, And thus to him did say, "Pray mark, friend Robin Redbreast, That Goldfinch dressed so gay:

"What though her gay apparel Becomes her very well, Yet Jenny's modest dress and look Must bear away the bell."

Then came the Bride and Bridegroom; Quite plainly was she dressed, And blushed so much, her cheeks were As red as Robin's breast.

But Robin cheered her up; "My pretty Jen," said he, "We're going to be married, And happy we shall be."

"Oh, then," says Parson Rook, "Who gives this maid away?" "I do," says the Goldfinch, "And her fortune I will pay:

"Here's a bag of grain of many sorts, And other things beside: Now happy be the bridegroom, And happy be the bride!"

"And will you have her, Robin, To be your wedded wife?" "Yes, I will," says Robin, "And love her all my life!"

"And you will have him, Jenny, Your husband now to be?" "Yes, I will," says Jenny, "And love him heartily!"

Then on her finger fair Cock Robin put the ring; "You're married now," says Parson Rook, While the Lark aloud did sing:

"Happy be the bridegroom, And happy be the bride! And may not man, nor bird, nor beast, This happy pair divide!"

The birds were asked to dine, Not Jenny's friends alone, But every pretty songster That had Cock Robin known.

They had a cherry-pie, Besides some currant-wine, And every guest brought something, That sumptuous they might dine.

Now they all sat or stood, To eat and to drink; And every one said what He happened to think.

They each took a bumper, And drank to the pair, Cock Robin the bridegroom, And Jenny the fair.

The dinner-things removed, They all began to sing; And soon they made the place Near a mile round to ring.

The concert it was fine; And every bird tried Who best should sing for Robin, And Jenny Wren the bride.

When in came the Cuckoo, And made a great rout; He caught hold of Jenny, And pulled her about.

Cock Robin was angry, And so was the Sparrow, Who fetched in a hurry His bow and his arrow.

His aim then he took, But he took it not right; His skill was not good, Or he shot in a fright;

For the Cuckoo he missed, But Cock Robin he killed!-- And all the birds mourned That his blood was so spilled.

THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR COCK ROBIN.

WHO killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow, With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin.

This is the Sparrow, With his bow and arrow.

Who saw him die? I, said the Fly, With my little eye, I saw him die.

This is the little Fly Who saw Cock Robin die.

Who caught his blood? I, said the Fish, With my little dish, I caught his blood.

This is the Fish, That held the dish.

Who'll make his shroud? I, said the Beetle, With my thread and needle, I'll make his shroud.

This is the Beetle, With his thread and needle.

Who'll dig his grave? I, said the Owl, With my spade and show'l, I'll dig his grave.

This is the Owl, With his spade and show'l.

Who'll be the Parson? I, said the Rook, With my little book, I'll be the Parson.

This is the Rook, Reading his book.

Who'll be the Clerk? I, said the Lark, If it's not in the dark, I'll be the Clerk.

This is the Lark, Saying "Amen" like a clerk.

Who'll carry him to the grave? I, said the Kite, If it's not in the night, I'll carry him to the grave.

This is the Kite, About to take flight.

Who'll carry the link? I, said the Linnet, I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link.

This is the Linnet, And a link with fire in it.

Who'll be chief mourner? I, said the Dove, For I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner.

This is the Dove, Who Cock Robin did love.

Who'll sing a psalm? I, said the Thrush, As she sat in a bush, I'll sing a psalm.

This is the Thrush, Singing psalms from a bush.

Who'll toll the bell? I, said the Bull, Because I can pull; So, Cock Robin, farewell!

This is the Bull Who the bell-rope did pull.

All the birds of the air Fell a-sighing and sobbing, When they heard the bell toll For Poor Cock Robin.

FREDDIE AND THE CHERRY-TREE.

FREDDIE saw some fine ripe cherries Hanging on a cherry-tree, And he said, "You pretty cherries, Will you not come down to me?"

"Thank you kindly," said a cherry, "We would rather stay up here; If we ventured down this morning, You would eat us up, I fear."

One, the finest of the cherries, Dangled from a slender twig; "You are beautiful," said Freddie, "Red and ripe, and oh, how big!"

"Catch me," said the cherry, "catch me, Little master, if you can." "I would catch you soon," said Freddie, "If I were a grown-up man."

Freddie jumped, and tried to reach it, Standing high upon his toes; But the cherry bobbed about, And laughed, and tickled Freddie's nose.

SIMPLE SIMON.

He went to catch a dickey-bird, And thought he could not fail, Because he'd got a little salt To put upon his tail.

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

He went to shoot a wild duck, But wild duck flew away; Says Simon, "I can't hit him, Because he will not stay."

Simple Simon went a-hunting, For to catch a hare, He rode an ass about the streets, But couldn't find one there.

Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail.

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

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

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

He went to slide upon the ice, Before the ice would bear; Then he plunged in above his knees, Which made poor Simon stare.

He washed himself with blacking-ball, Because he had no soap; Then said unto his mother, "I'm a beauty now, I hope."

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

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

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.

Away, Birds, away! Take a little, and leave a little, And do not come again; For if you do, I will shoot you through, And then there will be an end of you.

I had a little dog, they called him Buff, I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff; But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff, So take that cuff, and that's enough.

The Cock doth crow To let you know, If you be wise, 'T is time to rise.

Jack Sprat Had a cat, It had but one ear, It went to buy butter, When butter was dear.

The King of France went up the hill, With twenty thousand men, The King of France came down the hill, And ne'er went up again.

A carrion crow sat on an oak, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, Watching a tailor shape his coat; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

Wife, bring me my old bent bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, That I may shoot yon carrion crow; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, And shot the miller's sow right through the heart; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, For the old miller's sow is in a swoon; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

Mary had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs--upon my word, He was a pretty fellow.

The sweetest notes he always sung, Which much delighted Mary, And near the cage she'd ever sit, To hear her own canary.

Little Blue Betty lived in a lane, She sold good ale to gentlemen: Gentlemen came every day, And Little Blue Betty hopped away; She hopped upstairs to make her bed, And she tumbled down, and broke her head.

[A CANDLE.]

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

A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO.

A FROG he would a-wooing go, Heigho, says Rowley, Whether his mother would let him or no. With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

So off he set with his opera hat, Heigho, says Rowley, And on the road he met with a rat. With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me, Heigho, says Rowley, Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?" With a rowley powley, &c.

When they came to the door of Mousey's hall, Heigho, says Rowley, They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call. With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?" Heigho, says Rowley, "Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin." With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer? Heigho, says Rowley, For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer." With a rowley powley, &c.

"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song? Heigho, says Rowley, But let it be something that's not very long." With a rowley powley, &c.

"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog, Heigho, says Rowley, "A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog." With a rowley powley, &c.

"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said, Heigho, says Rowley, "I'll sing you a song that I have just made." With a rowley powley, &c.

But while they were all a merry-making, Heigho, says Rowley, A cat and her kittens came tumbling in. With a rowley powley, &c.

The cat she seized the rat by the crown; Heigho, says Rowley, The kittens they pulled the little mouse down. With a rowley powley, &c.

This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright; Heigho, says Rowley. He took up his hat, and he wished them good night. With a rowley powley, &c.

But as Froggy was crossing over a brook, Heigho, says Rowley, A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up. With a rowley powley, &c.

So there was an end of one, two, and three, Heigho, says Rowley, The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee! With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING.

I SAW a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea; And, oh! it was all laden With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold.

The four and twenty sailors That stood between the decks, Were four and twenty white mice, With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back; And when the ship began to move, The captain said, "Quack! quack!"

TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON.