Chapter 2

How many days has my baby to play? Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again.

Little King Boggen he built a fine hall, Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black puddings and white, And slated with pancakes,--you ne'er saw the like!

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

Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said: "Oh, what a good boy am I!"

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, soon as you're able."

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.

Goosey, goosey, gander, where dost thou wander? Upstairs and downstairs and in my lady's chamber; There I met an old man that wouldn't say his prayers, I took him by his hind legs and threw him downstairs.

See saw, Margery Daw, Jacky shall have a new master: Jacky must have but a penny a day Because he can work no faster.

Daffy-down-dilly is now come to town With a petticoat green and a bright yellow gown.

"Cock, cock, cock, cock, I've laid an egg, Am I to gang ba-are-foot?"

"Hen, hen, hen, hen, I've been up and down To every shop in town, And cannot find a shoe To fit your foot, If I'd crow my hea-art out."

The lion and the unicorn Were fighting for the crown. The lion beat the unicorn All about the town. Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown; Some gave them plum-cake, And sent them out of town.

Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.

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

Bonny lass, pretty lass, Wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes Nor yet serve the swine. Thou shalt sit on a cushion And sew a fine seam, And thou shalt eat strawberries, Sugar and cream.

Handy-spandy, Jacky dandy, Loves plum cake and sugar candy. He bought some at a grocer's shop, And pleased away went hop, hop, hop.

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

This pig went to market, That pig stayed at home; This pig had roast meat, That pig had none; This pig went to the barn door, And cried "week, week," for more.

There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, One named Jack and the other named Jill. Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill! Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill!

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

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.

Pease-porridge hot, Pease-porridge cold. Pease-porridge in the pot Nine days old. Spell me that in four letters: I will: T H A T.

Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, We'll all have tea. Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, They're all gone away.

The sow came in with the saddle, The little pig rocked the cradle, The dish jumped up on the table To see the pot swallow the ladle. The spit that stood behind the door Threw the pudding-stick on the floor. "Odsplut!" said the gridiron, "Can't you agree? I'm the head constable, Bring them to me!"

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, Up went the Pussy-Cat, and down went he, Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran; Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catch me if you can!"

Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade, Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid. Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say? Pussy-Cat said: "Mew, mew, mew," and Robin flew away.

A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare, Bumpety, bumpety, bump, With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair, Lumpety, lumpety, lump.

A raven cried "Croak," and they all tumbled down, Bumpety, bumpety, bump; The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown, Lumpety, lumpety, lump.

The mischievous raven flew laughing away, Bumpety, bumpety, bump, And vowed he would serve them the same next day, Lumpety, lumpety, lump.

There was an old woman Sold puddings and pies; She went to the mill, And dust flew in her eyes. While through the streets, To all she meets She ever cries: "Hot Pies--Hot Pies."

"Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?" "Speak a little louder, sir, I'm very thick o' hearing." "Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?" "Thank you, kind sir, I hear very clearly."

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.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; So 'twixt them both they cleared the cloth, And licked the platter clean.

There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, And yet this old woman could never be quiet.

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

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.

There was a piper had a cow, And he had naught to give her; He pulled out his pipes and played 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."

The man in the wilderness Asked me How many strawberries Grew in the sea. I answered him As I thought good, As many red herrings As grew in the wood.

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

As I was going to St. Ives I met seven wives. Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?

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 handkerchief to wipe his little nose, And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.

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

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.

As I was going up Primrose Hill, Primrose Hill was dirty; There I met a pretty lass, And she dropped me a curtsey.

Little lass, pretty lass, Blessings light upon you; If I had half-a-crown a day, I'd spend it all upon you.

There was a little boy went into a barn And lay down on some hay; A calf came out and smelled about, And the little boy ran away.

When good King Arthur ruled his land He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley meal To make a bag-pudding. A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuffed it well with plums, And in it put great lumps of fat As big as my two thumbs. The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside, And what they could not eat that night The queen next morning fried.

"Jacky, come give me your fiddle, If ever you 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."

One, two, three, four, five, I caught a hare alive; Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I let him go again.

The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then? Poor thing!

He'll sit in the barn And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing. Poor thing!

"You owe me five shillings," Say the bells of St. Helen's.

"When will you pay me?" Say the bells of Old Bailey.

"When I grow rich," Say the bells of Shoreditch.

"When will that be?" Say the bells of Stepney.

"I do not know," Says the great Bell of Bow.

"Two sticks in an apple," Ring the bells of Whitechapel.

"Halfpence and farthings," Say the bells of St. Martin's.

"Kettles and pans," Say the bells of St. Ann's.

"Brickbats and tiles," Say the bells of St. Giles.

"Old shoes and slippers," Say the bells of St. Peter's.

"Pokers and tongs," Say the bells of St. John's.

There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise, He jumped into a bramble-bush, And scratched out both his eyes; And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush And scratched them in again.

INDEX

(ARRANGED IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE)

Old Mother Goose, when she wanted to wander. Cock-a-doodle doo. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater. Lady-bird, Lady-bird. One misty, moisty morning. I like little pussy, her coat is so warm. Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep. Little Nanny Etticoat. Jack, be nimble; Jack, be quick. Pretty John Watts. I'll tell you a story. Hush-a-bye, Baby, upon the tree top. Ride away, ride away. Dickery, Dickery, dock. A, B, C, D, E, F, G. The little robin grieves. Little Tommy Tittlemouse. About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive. Bah, bah, black sheep. Hickety, pickety, my black hen. Willie boy, Willie boy. Three children sliding on the ice. Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. There was a man and he had naught. There was an old man, and he had a calf. Bow, wow, wow! Pussy-cat sits by the fire. Here am I, little Jumping Joan. There was an old woman lived under the hill. Simple Simon met a pieman. Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Ride a cock horse. Little Miss Muffet. Three wise men of Gotham. There were two birds sat upon a stone. Bye, Baby Bunting. Little Polly Flinders. Tom, Tom, the piper's son. Jack and Jill went up the hill. A dillar, a dollar. Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? Pat a cake, pat a cake, Baker's man. Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn. There was an old woman tossed in a blanket. Cold and raw the north winds blow. The man in the moon came down too soon. Four-and-twenty tailors. Lucy Locket lost her pocket. Little Tom Tucker. "To bed, to bed," says Sleepy Head. Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John. High diddle diddle. The two gray kits. Robin and Richard. Is John Smith within? Yes, that he is. I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen. When I was a little boy I lived by myself. 'Twas once upon a time when Jenny Wren was young. How many days has my baby to play? Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Little King Boggen he built a fine hall. As I went to Bonner. Little Jack Horner. Miss Jane had a bag and a mouse was in it. The Queen of Hearts. Goosey, goosey, gander, where dost thou wander? See saw, Margery Daw. Daffy-down-dilly is now come to town. Cock, cock, cock, cock. The lion and the unicorn. Old King Cole. Mistress Mary, quite contrary. Bonny lass, pretty lass. Handy-spandy, Jacky dandy. Ding-dong-bell, the cat's in the well. This pig went to market. There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill. Cross patch, draw the latch. Old Mother Hubbard. Pease-porridge hot. Polly, put the kettle on. The sow came in with the saddle. Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree. A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare. There was an old woman sold puddings and pies. Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing? My little old man and I fell out. Jack Sprat could eat no fat. There was an old woman, and what do you think? What's the news of the day? There was a crooked man. There was a piper had a cow. The man in the wilderness. Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark. As I was going to St. Ives. I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb. Great A, little a. Bat, bat, come under my hat. As I was going up Primrose Hill. There was a little boy went into a barn. When good King Arthur ruled his land. Jacky, come give me your fiddle. One, two, three, four, five. The north wind doth blow. You owe me five shillings. There was a man in our town.

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Transcriber's Notes:

Wee Willie Winkie, a close quotation mark was added to the final line. (ten o'clock?)

There was an old woman tossed in a blanket, opening quotation mark added before "Whither, ah whither.

Index, "diller" changed to "dillar" to match poem in text. (A dillar, a dollar)