Part 3

There were two blackbirds Sitting on a hill, The one named Jack, The other named Jill; Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill! Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill!

_Hark, hark, the dogs do bark_

Hark, hark, The dogs do bark, Beggars are coming to town: Some in jags, Some in rags, And some in velvet gowns.

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

_Over the water, and over the lea_

Over the water, and over the lea, And over the water to Charley, Charley loves good ale and wine, And Charley loves good brandy, And Charley loves a pretty girl, As sweet as sugar-candy.

Over the water, and over the sea, And over the water to Charley, I'll have none of your nasty beef, Nor I'll have none of your barley; But I'll have some of your very best flour; To make a white cake for my Charley.

_Tom, Tom, the piper's son_

Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run! The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street.

_Daffy-Down-Dilly_

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

_A little cock sparrow_

A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he; A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, And he cherruped, he cherruped, so merry was he.

A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow, A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow.

"This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew, And his giblets shall make me a little pie too." "Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I _won't_ make a stew." So he flapped his wings and away he flew!

_Charley, Charley_

Charley Charley, stole the barley Out of the baker's shop; The baker came out, and gave him a clout, And made poor Charley hop.

_There was an old woman, and what do you think?_

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; Yet this little old woman could never keep quiet. She went to the baker, to buy her some bread, And when she came home her old husband was dead; She went to the clerk to toll the bell, And when she came back her old husband was well.

_Up hill and down dale_

Up hill and down dale; Butter is made in every vale; And if that Nancy Cook Is a good girl, She shall have a spouse, And make butter anon, Before her old grandmother Grows a young man.

_A swarm of bees_

A swarm of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.

_A was an archer_

A was an archer, and shot at a frog, B was a butcher, and had a great dog. C was a captain, all covered with lace, D was a drunkard, and had a red face. E was an esquire, with pride on his brow, F was a farmer, and followed the plough. G was a gamester, who had but ill luck, H was a hunter, and hunted a buck. I was an innkeeper, who loved to bouse, J was a joiner, and built up a house. K was King William, once governed this land, L was a lady, who had a white hand. M was a miser, and hoarded up gold, N was a nobleman, gallant and bold. O was an oyster wench, and went about town, P was a parson, and wore a black gown. Q was a queen, who was fond of good flip, R was a robber, and wanted a whip. S was a sailor, and spent all he got, T was a tinker, and mended a pot. U was an usurer, a miserable elf, V was a vintner, who drank all himself. W was a watchman, and guarded the door, X was expensive, and so became poor. Y was a youth, that did not love school, Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool.

_Pease-porridge hot_

Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold, Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old. Some like it hot, some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, nine days old.

_Merry are the bells_

Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free, And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!

Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose, Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose; Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free, With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

Merry have we met, and merry have we been, Merry let us part, and merry meet again; With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free, And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

_Ride Away_

Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride, And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side; And he shall have little dog tied to the other; And Johnny shall ride to see his grandmother.

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

_Solomon Grundy_

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

_Hey! diddle, diddle_

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 away with the spoon.

Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, little master, Three bags full

One for my master, And one for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives in our lane.

_There was an old woman tossed up in a basket_

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket Seventy times as high as the moon; 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, "Where are you going to up so high?" "To brush the cobwebs off the sky!" "Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."

_Taffy was a Welshman_

Taffy; was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home; Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.

I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in; Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed, I took the marrow bone and flung it at his head.

_This is the way the ladies ride_

This is the way the ladies ride; Tri, tre, tre, tree, Tri, tre, tre, tree! This is the way the ladies ride, Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!

This is the way the gentlemen ride; Gallop-a-trot, Gallop-a-trot! This is the way the gentlemen ride, Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!

This is the way the farmers ride; Hobbledy-hoy, Hobbledy-hoy! This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!

_Jack and Jill_

Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down, and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.

_Master I have, and I am his man_

Master I have, and I am his man, Gallop a dreary dun; Master I have, and I am his man, And I'll get a wife as fast as I can; With a heighty gaily gamberally, Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy, Gallop a dreary dun.

_Little Bob Snooks_

Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books, And loved by his usher and master: But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye, And carries his nose in a plaster.

_There was a man, and he had naught_

There was a man, and he had naught, And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney pot, And then they thought they had him.

But he got down on t'other side, And then they could not find him; He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never looked behind him.

_Where are you going_

"Where are you going, my pretty maid?" "I'm 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 can't marry you, my pretty maid!" "Nobody asked you, sir!" she said.

_Hush-a-bye_

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough bends, the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

_Poor old Robinson Crusoe_

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!

_Queen Anne, Queen Anne_

Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun, As fair as a lily, as white as a wand I send you three letters, and pray read one, You must read one, if you can't read all, So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.

_The Spider and the Fly_

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said the spider to the fly,-- "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy. The way into my parlour is up a winding stair; And I have many curious things to show you when you're there." "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "to ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the spider to the fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin; And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!" "Oh no, no," said the little fly; "for I've often heard it said, They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning spider to the fly--"Dear friend, what can I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome--will you please to take a slice?" "Oh no, no," said the little fly, "kind sir, that cannot be; I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see."

"Sweet creature," said the spider, "you're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good-morning now, I'll call another day."

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den, For well he knew the silly fly would soon come back again; So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly, And set his table ready, to dine upon the fly. Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,-- "Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple--there's a crest upon your head! Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas! alas! how very soon this silly little fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by. With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, her green and purple hue-- Thinking only of her crested head--poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast! He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, Within his little parlour--but she ne'er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you, ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye. And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.

_Rain, rain, go away_

Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day; Little Susy wants to play.

_As the days_

As the days grow longer The storms grow stronger.

_Bessy Bell and Mary Gray_

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, They were two bonny lasses: They built their house upon the lea, And covered it with rashes.

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

_Jack Sprat's pig_

Jack Sprat's pig, He was not very little, Nor yet very big; He was not very lean, He was not very fat; He'll do well for a grunt, Says little Jack Sprat.

_Needles and Pins_

Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man marries his trouble begins.

_The Song of Five Toes_

1. This little pig went to market; 2. This little pig stayed at home, 3. This little pig had roast beef; 4. This little pig had none; 5. This little pig said, wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home.

_Apple-Pie Alphabet_

A was an apple-pie; B bit it; C cut it; D dealt it; E eat it; F fought for it; G got it; H had it; J joined it; K kept it; L longed for it; M mourned for it; N nodded at it; O opened it; P peeped in it; Q quartered it; R ran for it; S stole it; T took it; V viewed it; W wanted it; X, Y, and Z all wished a piece of it.

_Bat, bat_

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.

_Old Mother Goose_

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.

She had a son Jack, A plain-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 ran to his mother, The news for to tell, She called 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 behind his back, And began to belabour The sides of poor Jack,

Then old Mother Goose, That instant came in, And turned her son Jack Into famed Harlequin.

She then with her wand, Touched the lady so fine, And turned her at once Into sweet Columbine.

The gold egg into the sea Was thrown then,-- When Jack jumped in, And got the egg back again.

The Jew got the goose, Which he vowed he would 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.

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Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake, All begins with A.

_Early to bed_

Early to bed, and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

_When little Fred_

When little Fred Was called to bed, He always acted right; He kissed Mamma, And then Papa, And wished them all good-night.

He made no noise, Like naughty boys But gently upstairs Directly went, When he was sent, And always said his prayers.

_Sing a Song of Sixpence_

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish, To set before the king?

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, Down came a blackbird, And snapped off her nose.

_Old Mother Hubbard_

Old Mother Hubbard, She went to the cupboard, To give 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, And when she came back The poor dog was dead

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

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

She went to the ale-house To get him some beer, And when she came back The dog sat in a chair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She went to the sempstress To buy him some linen, And when she came back The dog was spinning.

She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, And 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!"

_See-saw, sacaradown_

See-saw, sacaradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, the other down, This is the way to London town.

_To market_

To market, to market, to buy a plum bun, Home again, home again, market is done.

Hector Protector was dressed all in green; Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.

The Queen did not like him, No more did the King: So Hector Protector was sent back again.

_Is John Smith within?_

Is John Smith within? Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two. Here a nail, there a nail, Now your horse is shoed.

_Johnny shall have a new bonnet_

Johnny shall have a new bonnet, And Johnny shall go to the fair. And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon To tie up his bonny brown hair. And why may not I love Johnny? And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny As well as another body? And here's a leg for a stocking, And here is a leg for a shoe, And he has a kiss for his daddy, And two for his mammy, I trow. And why may not I love Johnny? And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny, As well as another body?

I saw a ship a-sailing. A-sailing on the sea; And it was full of pretty things For baby and for me.

There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were all of velvet, And the masts of beaten 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!"

_Nose, nose_

Nose, nose, jolly red nose; And what gave thee that jolly red nose? Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red nose.

_The King of France_

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.

_The Babes in the Wood_

A Gentleman of good account In Norfolk dwelt of late, Whose wealth and riches did surmount Most men of his estate.

Sore sick he was, and like to die, No help his life could save; His wife by him as sick did lie, And both were near the grave.

No love between these two was lost: Each to the other kind; In love they lived, in love they died, And left two babes behind.

Now, if the children chanced to die, Ere they to age should come, Their uncle should possess their wealth! For so the will did run.

"Now, brother," said the dying man, "Look to my children dear; Be good unto my boy and girl, No friends else have they here."

Their parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And brings them both unto his house, Where much of them he makes.

He had not kept those pretty babes A twelvemonth and a day, When, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both away.

He bargained with two ruffians bold, Who were of savage mood, That they should take the children twain, And slay them in a wood.

They prate and prattle pleasantly, While riding on the way, To those their wicked uncle hired, These lovely babes to slay:

So that the pretty speech they had, Made the ruffians' heart relent; And they that took the deed to do, Full sorely did repent.

Yet one of them, more hard of heart, Did vow to do his charge, Because the wretch that hired him Had paid him very large.

The other would not agree thereto, So here they fell at strife; With one another they did fight, About the children's life.

And he that was of milder mood Did slay the other there, Within an unfrequented wood, The babes did quake for fear!

He took the children by the hand, While they for bread complain: "Stay here," quoth he, "I'll bring ye bread, When I do come again."

These pretty babes, with hand in hand, Went wandering up and down; But never more they saw the man Approaching from the town.

Thus wandered these two pretty dears, Till death did end their grief; In one another's arms they died, Poor babes! past all relief.

No burial these innocents Of any man receives, But Robin Redbreast lovingly Did cover them with leaves.

The fellow that did take in hand These children for to kill, Was for a robbery judged to die, As was God's blessed will:

And did confess the very truth, The which is here expressed; Their uncle died while he for debt Did long in prison rest.

_Little Jack Horner_

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

_Bow, wow, says the dog_

Bow, wow, says the dog; Mew, mew, says the cat; Grunt, grunt, goes the hog; And squeak goes the rat.

Chirp, chirp, says the sparrow; Caw, caw, says the crow; Quack, quack, says the duck; And what cuckoos say, you know

So, with sparrows and cuckoos; With rats and with dogs; With ducks and with crows; With cats and with hogs;

A fine song I have made, To please you, my dear; And if it's well sung, 'Twill be charming to hear.

_Tell-Tale-Tit_