Part 5

"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me," Heigho, says Rowley, "Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?" With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

When they reached the door of Mousey's hall, Heigho, says Rowley, They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call. With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?" Heigho, says Rowley, "Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin." With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

"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, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

"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, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied Mr. Frog, Heigho, says Rowley, "A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog." With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

"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, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

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

The cat she seized the rat by the crown; Heigho, says Rowley, The kittens they pulled the little mouse down. With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

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, gammon and spinach, Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

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

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!

_When I was a bachelor_

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.

_Goosey, goosey, gander_

Goosey, goosey, gander, Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs, And in my lady's chamber;

There I met an old man That would not say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, And threw him downstairs.

_Robin the Bobbin_

Robin the Bobbin, the big bouncing Ben, He ate more meat than fourscore men; He ate a cow, he ate a calf, He ate a butcher and a half; He ate a church, he ate a steeple, He ate the priest and all the people!

_Rock-a-bye, baby_

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

_Tom, Tom, the piper's son_

Tom, Tom, the piper's son, He learned to play when he was young, But all the tunes that he could play, Was "Over the hills and far away." Over the hills, and a great way off, And the wind will blow my top-knot off.

Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise, That he pleased both the girls and boys, And they stopped to hear him play, "Over the hills and far away."

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

As Dolly was milking the cow one day, Tom took out his pipe and began for to play; So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round," Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.

He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs, He used his pipe, and she used her legs; She danced about till the eggs were all broke, She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass, Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass; He took out his pipe and played them a tune, And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.

_A pie sate on a pear-tree_

A pie sate on a pear-tree, A pie sate on a pear-tree, A pie sate on a pear-tree, Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O! Once so merrily hopped she, Twice so merrily hopped she, Thrice so merrily hopped she, Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O! Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare; But let the little colt go bare.

_Doctor Faustus was a good man_

Doctor Faustus was a good man, He whipped his scholars now and then;

When he whipped them he made them dance, Out of Scotland into France, Out of France into Spain, And then he whipped them back again!

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Sing! sing! What shall I sing? The cat's run away with the pudding string.

_The fox and his wife_

The fox and his wife they had a great strife, They never ate mustard in all their whole life; They ate their meat without fork or knife, And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!

The fox jumped up on a moonlight night; The stars they were shining, and all things bright; Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night For me to go through the town, e-ho!

The fox when he came to yonder stile, He lifted his lugs and he listened awhile! Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!

The fox when he came to the farmer's gate, Who should he see but the farmer's drake; I love you well for your master's sake, And long to be picking your bone, e-ho!

The grey goose she ran round the haystack, Oh, ho! said the fox, you are very fat; You'll grease my beard and ride on my back From this into yonder wee town, e-ho!

Old Gammer Hipple-hopple hopped out of bed, She opened the casement, and popped out her head; Oh! husband, oh! husband, the grey goose is dead, And the fox is gone through the town, oh!

Then the old man got up in his red cap, And swore he would catch the fox in a trap; But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip, And ran through the town, the town, oh!

When he got to the top of the hill, He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill, For joy that he was safe Through the town, oh!

When the fox came back to his den, He had young ones both nine and ten, "You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again, If you bring us such nice meat From the town, oh!"

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They that wash on Friday, wash in need; And they that wash on Saturday, oh! they're sluts indeed.

_Robert Barnes, fellow fine_

"Robert Barnes, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine?" "Yes, good Sir, that I can, As well as any other man; There's a nail, and there's a prod, And now, good Sir, your horse is shod."

_Twinkle, twinkle, little star_

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark: How could he see where to go, If you did not twinkle so?

In the dark blue sky you keep, Often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

_On Christmas eve I turned the spit_

On Christmas eve I turned the spit, I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet; The cock sparrow flew over the table, The pot began to play with the ladle; The ladle stood up like a naked man, And vowed he'd fight the frying-pan; The frying-pan behind the door Said he never saw the like before; And the kitchen clock I was going to wind, Said he never saw the like behind.

_Multiplication is vexation_

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

_Elizabeth_

Elizabeth, Eliza, Betsy, and Bess, Went over the water to rob a bird's nest, They found a nest with five eggs in it, They each took one, and left four in it.

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

_Good people all, of every sort_

Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song: And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long.

In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a Godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.

And in that town a dog was found: As many dogs there be-- Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.

This dog and man at first were friends, But, when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.

Around from all the neighbouring streets The wondering neighbours ran; And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man.

The wound it seemed both sore and sad To every Christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die.

But soon a wonder came to light, That showed the rogues they lied-- The man recovered of the bite; The dog it was that died.

_There was an old woman_

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.

_Monday's bairn_

Monday's bairn is fair of face, Tuesday's bairn is full of grace, Wednesday's bairn is full of woe, Thursday's bairn has far to go, Friday's bairn is loving and giving, Saturday's bairn works hard for its living, But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blythe and good and gay.

_Punch and Judy_

Punch and Judy Fought for a pie, Punch gave Judy A knock in the eye.

Says Punch to Judy, "Will you have any more?" Says Judy to Punch, "My eyes are too sore."

_I will sing you a song_

I will sing you a song, Though 'tis not very long, Of the woodcock and the sparrow, Of the little dog that burned his tail, And he shall be whipped to-morrow.

_The little clock_

There's a neat little clock, In the schoolroom it stands, And it points to the time With its two little hands

And may we, like the clock, Keep a face clean and bright, With hands ever ready To do what is right.

_Cross patch, draw the latch_

Cross patch, Draw the latch, And sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup, And drink it up, Then call your neighbours in.

_There was a lady loved a swine_

There was a lady loved a swine, Honey, quoth she, Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine? Grunt, quoth he.

I'll build thee a silver stye Honey, quoth she; And in it thou shalt lie; Grunt, quoth he.

Pinned with a silver pin, Honey, quoth she, That you may go out and in; Grunt, quoth he.

Wilt thou now have me, Honey, quoth she; Grunt, grunt, grunt, quoth he, And went his way.

_Robin-a-Bobbin_

Robin-a-Bobbin Bent his bow, Shot at a pigeon, And killed a crow.

_In marble walls_

In marble walls as white as milk, Lined with a skin as soft as silk; Within a fountain crystal clear, A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

_If all the world were water_

If all the world were water, And all the sea were ink, What should we do for bread and cheese? What should we do for drink?

_GOD bless the master of this house_

GOD bless the master of this house, The mistress bless also, And all the little children That round the table go; And all your kin and kinsmen, That dwell both far and near: I wish you a merry Christmas, And a happy new year.

_Birds, beasts, and fishes_

The Dog will come when he is called The Cat will walk away; The Monkey's cheek is very bald; The Goat is fond of play. The Parrot is a prate-apace, Yet knows not what he says: The noble Horse will win the race, Or draw you in a chaise.

The Pig is not a feeder nice, The Squirrel loves a nut, The Wolf would eat you in a trice, The Buzzard's eyes are shut. The Lark sings high up in the air, The Linnet in the tree; The Swan he has a bosom fair, And who so proud as he?

Oh, yes, the Peacock is more proud, Because his tail has eyes; The Lion roars so very loud, He'd fill you with surprise. The Raven's coat is shining black, Or, rather, raven-grey: The Camel's bunch is on his back, The Owl abhors the day.

The Sparrow steals the cherry ripe. The Elephant is wise, The Blackbird charms you with his pipe, The false Hyena cries. The Hen guards well her little chicks, The Cow--her hoof is slit: The Beaver builds with mud and sticks, The Lapwing cries "Peewit."

The little Wren is very small, The Humming-bird is less; The Lady-bird is least of all, And beautiful in dress. The Pelican she loves her young, The Stork its parent loves; The Woodcock's bill is very long, And innocent are Doves.

The streaked Tiger's fond of blood, The Pigeon feeds on peas, The Duck will gobble in the mud, The Mice will eat your cheese. A Lobster's black, when boiled he's red, The harmless Lamb must bleed; The Cod-fish has a clumsy head, The Goose on grass will feed.

The lady in her gown of silk, The little Worm may thank; The sick man drinks the Ass's milk, The Weasel's long and lank. The Buck gives us a venison dish, When hunted for the spoil: The Shark eats up the little fish, The Whale produces oil.

The Glow-worm shines the darkest night, With Lantern in his tail; The Turtle is the cit's delight, And wears a coat of mail. In Germany they hunt the Boar, The Bee brings honey home, The Ant lays up a winter store, The Bear loves honey-comb.

The Eagle has a crooked beak, The Plaice has orange spots; The Starling, if he's taught, will speak; The Ostrich walks and trots. The child that does not these things know, Might well be called a dunce; But I in knowledge quick will grow, For youth can come but once.

_Snail, Snail_

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

Snail, Snail, put out your horns, Here comes a thief to pull down your walls.

_As I was going to sell my eggs_

As I was going to sell my eggs I met a man with bandy legs; Bandy legs and crooked toes, I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

_A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare_

A farmer went trotting upon his grey 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 the next day, Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

_My little brother_

I love you well, my little brother, And you are fond of me; Let us be kind to one another, As brothers ought to be.

You shall learn to play with me, And learn to use my toys; And then I think that we shall be Two happy little boys.

_There was an old woman lived under a hill_

There was an old woman lived under a hill, She put a mouse in a bag and sent it to the mill; The miller did swear by the point of his knife, He never took toll of a mouse in his life.

_When I was a little boy_

When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes, I put my finger in my eye, And pulled out golden fishes.

_Hickety, pickety_

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

_I had a little husband_

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 bridled him, and saddled him, And sent him out of town.

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

_Wash me and comb me_

Wash me and comb me, And lay me down softly, And lay me on a bank to dry, That I may look pretty When somebody comes by.

_Come take up your hats, and away let us haste_

Come take up your hats, and away let us haste, To the Butterfly's Ball, and the Grasshopper's Feast. The trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summoned the crew, And the revels are now only waiting for you.

On the smooth shaven grass, by the side of a wood, Beneath a broad oak which for ages had stood, See the children of earth, and the tenants of air, To an evening's amusement together repair.

And there came the Beetle so blind and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back. And there came the Gnat and the Dragonfly too, With all their relations, green, orange, and blue.

And there came the Moth, with her plumage of down, And the Hornet with jacket of yellow and brown; And with him the Wasp, his companion, did bring, But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.

Then the sly little Dormouse peeped out of his hole, And led to the Feast his blind cousin the Mole: And the Snail, with her horns peeping out of her shell, Came, fatigued with the distance, the length of an ell.

A mushroom the table, and on it was spread A water-dock leaf, which their table-cloth made. The viands were various, to each of their taste, And the Bee brought the honey to sweeten the feast.

With steps most majestic the Snail did advance, And he promised the gazers a minuet to dance; But they all laughed so loud that he drew in his head, And went in his own little chamber to bed.

Then, as evening gave way to the shadows of night, Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with his light. So home let us hasten, while yet we can see, For no watchman is waiting for you or for me.

_I had a little pony_

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 lashed him, She drove him through the mire, I wadna gie my pony yet For all the lady's hire.

_Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty_

Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty, The cat run up the plum-tree, Half-a-crown To fetch her down, Diddle-y-diddle-y-dumpty.

_See, Saw, Margery Daw_

See, Saw, Margery Daw, Sold her bed and lay upon straw; Was not she a dirty slut, To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!

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

_There was a jovial beggar_

There was a jovial beggar, He had a wooden leg, Lame from his cradle, And forced for to beg. And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go; And a-begging we will go!

A bag for his oatmeal, Another for his salt; And a pair of crutches, To show that he can halt. And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go; And a-begging we will go!

A bag for his wheat, Another for his rye; A little bottle by his side To drink when he's a-dry. And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go; And a-begging we will go!

Seven years I begged For my old Master Wild, He taught me to beg When I was but a child. And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go; And a-begging we will go!

I begged for my master, And got him store of pelf; And now, Jove be praised! I'm begging for myself. And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go; And a-begging we will go!

In a hollow tree I live, and pay no rent; Providence provides for me, And I am well content. And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go; And a-begging we will go!

Of all the occupations, A beggar's life's the best; For whene'er he's weary, He'll lay him down and rest. And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go, And a-begging we will go!

I fear no plots against me, I live in open cell; Then who would be a king, When beggars live so well? And a-begging we will go, we'll go, we'll go; And a-begging we will go!

_Now what do you think_

Now what do you think Of little Jack Jingle? Before he was married He used to live single.

_Bobby Shaftoe_

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, Silver buckles on his knee; He'll come back and marry me, Bonny Bobby Shaftoe! Bobby Shaftoe's young and fair, Combing down his yellow hair, He's my love for evermore, Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.

_For want of a nail_

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost, For want of the shoe, the horse was lost, For want of the horse, the rider was lost, For want of the rider, the battle was lost, For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost, And all from the want of a horseshoe nail!

_Rub-a-dub-dub_

Rub-a-dub-dub Three men in a tub, And who do you think they be? The butcher, the baker, The candlestick-maker; Turn 'em out, knaves all three!

_There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all_

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

_Jacky, come give me thy fiddle_

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.

_Young Lambs to sell_