Part 4

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.

As I was going up Primrose Hill, Primrose Hill was dirty; There I met a pretty Miss, And she dropped me a curtsey. Little Miss, pretty Miss, Blessings light upon you; If I had half-a-crown a day, I'd spend it all upon you.

I had a little Hen, the prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, She brought it home in less than an hour; She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.

There was a little man, and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He shot Johnny King through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head, head, head.

Three straws on a staff, Would make a baby cry and laugh.

Multiplication is vexation, Division is as bad; The Rule of Three perplexes me, And Practice drives me mad.

Daffy-down-Dilly has come up to town, In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.

The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.

There were three crows sat on a stone, Fal la, la la lal de, Two flew away, and then there was one, Fal la, la la lal de, The other crow finding himself alone, Fal la, la la lal de, He flew away, and then there was none, Fal la, la la lal de.

When the wind is in the East, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the North, The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the South, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; When the wind is in the West, Then 'tis at the very best.

Cry, baby, cry, Put your finger in your eye, And tell your mother it wasn't I.

VERY high in the pine-tree, The little Turtle-dove Made a pretty little nursery, To please her little love. She was gentle, she was soft, And her large dark eye Often turned to her mate, Who was sitting close by.

"Coo," said the Turtle-dove, "Coo," said she; "Oh, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove. "And I love THEE." In the long shady branches Of the dark pine-tree, How happy were the Doves In their little nursery!

The young Turtle-doves Never quarrelled in the nest; For they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best. "Coo," said the little Doves. "Coo," said she. And they played together kindly In the dark pine-tree.

In this nursery of yours, Little sister, little brother, Like the Turtle-dove's nest-- Do you love one another? Are you kind, are you gentle, As children ought to be? Then the happiest of nests Is your own nursery.

Peter White Will ne'er go right, Would you know the reason why? He follows his nose Wherever he goes, And that stands all awry.

He that would thrive, Must rise at five; He that hath thriven, May lie till seven; And he that by the plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.

Hush-a-bye, baby, Daddy is near; Mamma is a lady, And that's very clear.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do She gave them some broth, without any bread, She whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.

One, two, three, I love coffee, And Billy loves tea, How good you be. One, two, three, I love coffee, And Billy loves tea.

There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all, Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly small; A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent, And down at one gulp house and old woman went.

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 a new coat.

Eggs, butter, cheese, bread, Stick, stock, stone, dead, Stick him up, stick him down, Stick him in the old man's crown.

THE FROG'S CHORUS.

"YAUP, yaup, yaup!" Said the croaking voice of a Frog: "A rainy day In the month of May, And plenty of room in the bog."

"Yaup, yaup, yaup!" Said the Frog as it hopped away: "The insects feed On the floating weed, And I'm hungry for dinner to-day."

"Yaup, yaup, yaup!" Said the Frog, as it splashed about: "Good neighbours all, When you hear me call, It is odd that you do not come out."

"Yaup, yaup, yaup!" Said the Frogs; "it is charming weather; We'll come and sup, When the moon is up, And we'll all of us croak together."

What's the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray? They say the balloon Is gone up to the moon.

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

There was an old Crow Sat upon a clod. There's an end of my song, That's very odd.

Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Tommy Green. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout. What a naughty boy was that, Thus to drown poor Pussy Cat.

NURSERY RHYME ALPHABET.

A was the Archer who shot at a frog. B was Bo-peep, with her crook and her dog. C was the Cow that jumped over the moon. D was the Dish that ran off with the spoon. E was Elizabeth, Betsey, and Bess. F was the Forest where stood the bird's-nest. G Gaffer Longlegs; downstairs he'd a fall. H Humpty Dumpty that sat on the wall. I was that "_I_" who was going to St. Ives. J Jacky Horner, on plum-pie he thrives. K was King Cole with his fiddlers three. L Little Gold-Hair, peeping, you see. M Mother Hubbard who thought her dog dead. N Little Netticoat, with a red head. O the old Woman "upon market day;" P was the "Pedlar" who passed by that way. Q was the Queen of Hearts, tartlets she makes. R was Red Riding Hood carrying the cakes. S Simple Simon, the pieman beside. T Tommy Tucker, for supper who cried. U was the Unicorn, "beat round the town;" V was Victoria--she fought for her crown. W Whittington, who turned again, Over great London as Lord Mayor to reign. X is a letter that here we can spare. Y "Yankee Doodle," that went to the fair; Z is the Zany who laughed at him there.

Swan, swan, over the sea; Swim, swan, swim. Swan, swan, back again; Well, swan, swam.

One misty moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I met a little old man, Clothed all in leather, Clothed all in leather, With a strap below his chin. How do you do? and how do you do? And how do you do again?

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John, He went to bed with his stockings on; One shoe off, and one shoe on, Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

The old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tub, The dirty clothes to rub, rub, rub; But when they are clean, and fit to be seen, I'll dress like a lady, and dance on the green.

Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay.

I'll tell you a 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.

I LOVE SIXPENCE.

I LOVE sixpence, pretty little sixpence, I love sixpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And took fourpence home to my wife.

Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence, I love fourpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And I took twopence home to my wife.

Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence, I love twopence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And I took nothing home to my wife.

Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing, What will nothing buy for my wife? I have nothing, I spend nothing, I love nothing better than my wife.

There was a fat man of Bombay, Who was smoking one sunshiny day, When a bird called a Snipe flew away with his pipe, Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.

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; By came a little bird, And snapt off her nose.

Little Polly Flinders Sate 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.

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

Poor old Robinson Crusoe! poor old Robinson Crusoe! They made him a coat of an old Nanny goat, I wonder how they could do so! With a ring-a-ting-tang, and a ring-a-ting-tang, Poor old Robinson Crusoe!

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.

The North Wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then? Poor thing!

He will hop to a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!

THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG.

AN old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market, and buy a little pig." As she was coming home, she came to a stile: the piggy would not go over the stile.

She went a little farther, and she met a dog. So she said to the dog--

"Dog, dog, bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the dog would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she said--

"Stick, stick, beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile, And I shan't get home to-night."

But the stick would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said--

"Fire, fire, burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the fire would not.

She went a little farther, and she met some water. So she said--

"Water, water, quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the water would not.

She went a little farther, and she met an ox. So she said--

"Ox, ox, drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the ox would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a butcher. So she said--

"Butcher, butcher, kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick;

Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the butcher would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a rope. So she said--

"Rope, rope, hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the rope would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a rat. So she said--

"Rat, rat, gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water;

Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the rat would not. She went a little farther, and she met a cat. So she said--

"Cat, cat, kill rat; Rat won't gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the cat said to her, "If you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat." So away went the old woman to the cow, and said--

"Cow, cow, give me a saucer of milk; Cat won't kill rat; Rat won't gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the cow said to her, "If you will go to yonder haymakers, and fetch me a wisp of hay, I'll give you the milk." So away the old woman went to the haymakers, and said--

"Haymakers, give me a wisp of hay; Cow won't give me milk; Cat won't kill rat; Rat won't gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire;

Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Piggy won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the haymakers said to her,--"If you will go to yonder stream, and fetch us a bucket of water, we'll give you the hay." So away the old woman went; but when she got to the stream, she found the bucket was full of holes. So she covered the bottom with pebbles, and then filled the bucket with water, and away she went back with it to the haymakers; and they gave her a wisp of hay.

As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman the milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat. As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk--

The cat began to kill the rat; The rat began to gnaw the rope; The rope began to hang the butcher; The butcher began to kill the ox; The ox began to drink the water; The water began to quench the fire; The fire began to burn the stick; The stick began to beat the dog; The dog began to bite the pig;

The little pig in a fright jumped over the stile; And so the old woman got home that night.

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.

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.

Tommy kept a chandler's shop, Richard went to buy a mop, Tommy gave him such a whop, That sent him out of his chandler's shop.

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.

Please to remember the fifth of November, The Gunpowder treason plot; I see no reason why Gunpowder treason, Should ever be forgot. A stick and a stake for Victoria's sake, Hollo, boys! hollo, boys! God save the Queen.

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

Ladybird, Ladybird, Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children will burn.

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

This is the way the ladies go-- Nim, nim, nim. This is the way the gentlemen go-- Trot, trot, trot. This is the way the hunters go-- Gallop, gallop, gallop.

There was an old man of Tobago, Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago; Till, much to his bliss,

His physician said this-- "To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."

Little Miss Muffett She sat on a tuffett, Eating of curds and whey; There came a little spider, Who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffett away.

As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, Were walking out one Sunday, Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, Wilt marry me on Monday?

The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire, The mistress snored loud as a pig, Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire, And struck up a bit of a jig.

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

GOOD DOBBIN.

OH! thank you, good Dobbin, you've been a long track, And have carried papa all the way on your back; You shall have some nice oats, faithful Dobbin, indeed, For you've brought papa home to his darling with speed.

The howling wind blew, and the pelting rain beat, And the thick mud has covered his legs and his feet, But yet on he galloped in spite of the rain, And has brought papa home to his darling again.

The sun it was setting a long while ago, And papa could not see the road where he should go, But Dobbin kept on through the desolate wild, And has brought papa home again safe to his child.

Now go to the stable, the night is so raw, Go, Dobbin, and rest your old bones on the straw; Don't stand any longer out here in the rain, For you've brought papa home to his darling again.

THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN.

SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN.

JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he, Of famous London town.

John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.

"To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the "Bell" at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair.

"My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we."

He soon replied, "I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done.

"I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go."

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, "That's well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear."

John Gilpin kissed his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find, That though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind.

The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.

So three doors off the chaise was stayed, Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin.

Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folks so glad! The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad.

John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again.

For saddletree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in.

So down he came; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more.

'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came downstairs, "The wine is left behind!"

"Good lack!" quoth he, "yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise."

Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, And keep it safe and sound.

Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side, To make his balance true.

Then over all, that he might be Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat, He manfully did throw.

Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones, With caution and good heed.

But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat.

"So, fair and softly!" John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein.

So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasped the mane with both his hands, And eke with all his might.

His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got, Did wonder more and more.