Part 3

Tom with his pipe did play with such skill, That those who heard him could never keep still; As soon as he play'd they began for to dance, Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.

He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of Eggs-- He used his pipe and she used her legs; She danc'd about till her eggs were all broke, She began for to fret, but he laugh'd at the joke.

And as Dolly was milking her cow one day,]

THERE was an old woman, as I've heard tell, She went to market her eggs for to sell; She went to market all on a market day, And she fell asleep on the King's highway.

There came by a pedlar, whose name was Stout, He cut her petticoats all round about; He cut her petticoats up to the knees, Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.

When the little old woman first did wake, She began to shiver and she began to shake; She began to wonder, and she began to cry, "Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I!

But if it be I, as I hope it be, I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me; If it be I, he'll wag his little tail, And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."

Home went the little woman all in the dark, Up got the little dog, and he began to bark; He began to bark, so she began to cry, "Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!"

_High_ diddle ding, Did you hear the bells ring? The Parliament soldiers are gone to the King! Some they did laugh, some they did cry, To see the Parliament soldiers pass by.

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

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

THE ROBIN REDBREASTS.

Two Robin Redbreasts built their nests Within a hollow tree; The hen sat quietly at home, The cock sang merrily; And all the little young ones said, "Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."

One day (the sun was warm and bright, And shining in the sky), Cock Robin said, "My little dears, 'T is time you learn to fly;" And all the little young ones said, "I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."

I know a child, and _who she is_ I'll tell you by-and-by, When Mamma says, "Do this," or "that," She says, "What for?" and "Why?" She'd be a better child by far If she would say "I'll try."

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.

AS I was going along, long, long, A-singing a comical song, song, song, The lane that I went was so long, long, long, And the song that I sung was so long, long, long, And so I went singing along.

A-milking, a-milking, my maid, "Cow, take care of your heels," she said; "And you shall have some nice new hay, If you'll quietly let me milk away."

Old father Grey Beard, Without tooth or tongue, If you'll give me your finger, I'll give you my thumb.

Dance a baby diddit, What can his mother do with it, But sit in a lap, And give him some pap? Dance a baby diddit.

Snail, snail, come out of your hole, Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.

At the siege of Belleisle I was there all the while, All the while, all the while, at the siege of Belleisle.

Bye, baby bunting, Father's gone a-hunting, Mother's gone a-milking, Sister's gone a-silking, Brother's gone to buy a skin To wrap the baby bunting in.

Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell; If I had as much money as I could tell I never would cry young lambs to sell, Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, I never would cry, young lambs to sell.

Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-head; Tarry a while, says Slow; Put on the pan, says Greedy Nan, Let's sup before we go.

To make your candles last for aye, You wives and maids give ear-o! To put them out's the only way, Says honest John Boldero.

THE GREAT BROWN OWL

THE Brown Owl sits in the ivy-bush, And she looketh wondrous wise, With a horny beak beneath her cowl, And a pair of large round eyes.

She sat all day on the selfsame spray, From sunrise till sunset; And the dim grey light, it was all too bright For the Owl to see in yet.

"Jenny Owlet, Jenny Owlet," said a merry little bird, "They say you're wondrous wise; But I don't think you see, though you're looking at ME With your large, round, shining eyes."

But night came soon, and the pale white moon Rolled high up in the skies; And the great Brown Owl flew away in her cowl, With her large, round, shining eyes.

LITTLE TOM TUCKER.

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man amongst 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 just now.

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

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? Silver bells and cockle-shells, And pretty maids all in a row.

The man in the moon Came tumbling down, And asked the way to Norwich; He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With eating cold pease porridge.

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

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

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

DAME DUCK'S LESSONS TO HER DUCKLINGS.

OLD MOTHER DUCK has hatched a brood Of ducklings, small and callow: Their little wings are short, their down Is mottled grey and yellow.

There is a quiet little stream, That runs into the moat, Where tall green sedges spread their leaves, And water-lilies float.

Close by the margin of the brook The old Duck made her nest, Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass, And down from her own breast.

And there she sat for four long weeks, In rainy days and fine, Until the Ducklings all came out-- Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

One peeped out from beneath her wing, One scrambled on her back: "That's very rude," said old Dame Duck, "Get off! quack, quack, quack, quack!"

"'T is close," said Dame Duck, shoving out The egg-shells with her bill, "Besides, it never suits young ducks To keep them sitting still."

So, rising from her nest, she said, "Now, children, look at me: A well-bred duck should waddle so, From side to side--d'ye see?"

"Yes," said the little ones, and then She went on to explain: "A well-bred duck turns in its toes As I do--try again."

"Yes," said the Ducklings, waddling on. "That's better," said their mother; "But well-bred ducks walk in a row, Straight--one behind another."

"Yes," said the little Ducks again, All waddling in a row: "Now to the pond," said old Dame Duck-- Splash, splash! and in they go.

"Let me swim first," said old Dame Duck, "To this side, now to that; There, snap at those great brown-winged flies, They make young ducklings fat.

"Now when you reach the poultry-yard, The hen-wife, Molly Head, Will feed you, with the other fowls, On bran and mashed-up bread;

"The hens will peck and fight, but mind, I hope that all of you Will gobble up the food as fast As well-bred ducks should do.

"You'd better get into the dish, Unless it is too small; In that case, I should use my foot, And overturn it all."

The Ducklings did as they were bid, And found the plan so good, That, from that day, the other fowls Got hardly any food.

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

John Cook he had a little grey mare, hee, haw, hum; Her legs were long and her back was bare, hee, haw, hum.

John Cook was riding up Shooter's Bank, hee, haw, hum; The mare she began to kick and to prank, hee, haw, hum.

John Cook was riding up Shooter's Hill, hee, haw, hum; His mare fell down and made her will, hee, haw, hum.

The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf, hee, haw, hum; If you want any more, you may sing it yourself, hee, haw, hum.

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!

A Apple Pie.

B bit it.

C cut it.

D dealt it.

E eat it.

F fought for it.

G got it.

H hid it.

J jumped for it.

K kept it.

L longed for it.

M mourned for it.

N nodded at it.

O opened it.

P peeped at it.

Q quartered it.

R ran for it.

S stole it.

T tried for it.

V viewed it.

X Y Z &

Amperse-and, All wished for A piece in hand.

Pussy sits beside the fire. How can she be fair? In walks a little doggy,--Pussy, are you there?

Oh, the rusty, dusty, rusty miller, I'll not change my wife for gold or siller.

There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, And 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.

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.

BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP.

Barber, barber, shave a pig. How many hairs will make a wig? Four and twenty; that's enough. Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.

The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown, The Lion beat the Unicorn all round about the town. Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown, Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.

Thomas a Tattamus took two T's To tie two tups to two tall trees, To frighten the terrible Thomas a Tattamus. Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, They were two bonny lasses, They built a house upon the lea, And covered it o'er with rashes.

Bessy kept the garden gate, And Mary kept the pantry; Bessy always had to wait, While Mary lived in plenty.

LITTLE boy, pretty boy, where were you born? In Lincolnshire, master; come, blow the cow's horn.

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.

THE YOUNG LINNETS.

DID you ever see the nest Of Chaffinch or of Linnet, When the little downy birds Are lying snugly in it,

Gaping wide their yellow mouths For something nice to eat? Caterpillar, worm, and grub, They reckon dainty meat.

When the mother-bird returns, And finds them still and good, She will give them each, by turns, A proper share of food.

She has hopped from spray to spray, And peeped with knowing eye Into all the folded leaves Where caterpillars lie.

She has searched among the grass, And flown from tree to tree, Catching gnats and flies, to feed Her little family.

I have seen the Linnets chirp, And shake their downy wings: They are pleased to see her come, And pleased with what she brings.

But I never saw them look Impatient for their food: _Somebody_, at dinner-time, Is seldom quite so good.

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

DANCE to your daddy, My little babby; Dance to your daddy, My little lamb. You shall have a fishy, In a little dishy; You shall have a fishy, When the boat comes in.

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, she sits in the sun, As fair as the lily, as white as the swan: I send you three letters, so pray you read one. I cannot read one unless I read all; So pray, Master Teddy, deliver the ball.

Little girl, little girl, where have you been? Gathering roses to give to the Queen. Little girl, little girl, what gave she you? She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, Ninety times as high as the moon; And where she was going, I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom.

Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I, O whither, O whither, O whither so high? To sweep the cobwebs off the sky! Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.

When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself, And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf; The rats and the mice did lead me such a life, That I went to London, to get myself a wife.

The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow, I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow, The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall, Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.

Robin and Richard were two pretty men, They lay in bed till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Robin and looks in the sky, "Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high! You go on with bottle and bag, And I'll come after with jolly Jack Nag."

Blow, wind, blow, and go, mill, go, That the miller may grind his corn; That the baker may take it, And into rolls make it, And bring us some hot in the morn.

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

Ride a cock-horse To Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady Upon a white horse. Rings on her fingers, Bells on her toes, She shall have music Wherever she goes.

THE FOX AND THE FARMER.

A FOX jumped up on a moonlight night, The stars were shining, and all things bright; "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's a very fine night For me to go through the town, heigho!"

The Fox when he came to yonder stile, He lifted his ears, and he listened awhile; "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "it's but a short mile From this unto yonder town, heigho!"

The Fox when he came to the farmer's gate, Whom should he see but the farmer's Drake; "I love you well for your master's sake, And long to be picking your bones, heigho!"

The grey Goose ran right round the haystack. "Oh, ho!" said the Fox, "you are very fat; You'll do very well to ride on my back, From this into yonder town, heigho!"

The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed, And out of the window she popped her head; "Oh, husband! oh, husband! the Geese are all dead, For the Fox has been through the town, heigho!"

The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead, And shot the old rogue of a Fox through the head; "Ah, ha!" said the farmer, "I think you're quite dead, And no more you'll trouble the town, heigho!"

PEASE pudding hot, Pease pudding cold, Pease pudding in the pot, Nine days old.

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

Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.

Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bo-peep, They met together in Gracechurch Street; In and out, in and out, over the way, Oh! says Johnny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.

There was a Rat, for want of stairs, Went down a rope to say his prayers.

Snail, snail, come put out your horn, To-morrow is the day to shear the corn.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride, If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.

Hark, hark, The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town; Some in jags, Some in rags, And some in velvet gown.

One, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, shut the door; Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them straight; Nine, ten, a good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting; Nineteen, twenty, my plate is empty.

I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum.

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

I gave him some garters, to garter up his hose, And a little pocket-handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose.

I have a little sister; they call her Peep, Peep, She wades the water, deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains, high, high, high. Poor little thing! she has but one eye.

Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy, Loves plum-cake and sugarcandy; He brought some at a grocer's shop, And out he came, hop-hop-hop.

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?

Hey, my kitten, my kitten, Hey, my kitten, my deary; Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary.

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

I had a little pony; They called him Dapple-grey. 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.

See, see. What shall I see? A horse's head where his tail should be.

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 do there? I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

Little Tommy Tittlemouse Lived in a little house; He caught fishes In other men's ditches.

THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.

This is the MALT That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the RAT That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the CAT, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the DOG, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the COW with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the MAIDEN all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the MAN all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the PRIEST all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the COCK that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the FARMER who sowed the corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, That killed the rat, that ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

Old mother Widdle Waddle jumped out of bed, And out of the casement she popped her head, Crying, "The house is on fire, the grey goose is dead, And the fox has come to the town, oh!"

Two legs sat upon three legs, With one leg in his lap; In comes four legs, And runs away with one leg; Up jumps two legs, Catches up three legs, Throws it after four legs, And makes him bring one leg back.