Part 6

Young Lambs to sell! Young Lambs to sell! If I'd as much money as I can tell, I never would cry--Young Lambs to sell!

_Johnny Pringle had a little pig_

Johnny Pringle had a little pig, It was very little, so not very big: As it was playing on a dunghill, In a moment poor piggy was killed. So Johnny Pringle, he sat down and cried, Betsy Pringle, she lay down and died. There is the history of one, two, and three, Johnny Pringle, Betsy Pringle, and little Piggy.

_Yet didn't you see_

Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see, What naughty tricks they put upon me: They broke my pitcher, And spilt my water, And huffed my mother, And chid her daughter, And kissed my sister instead of me.

_Hot-cross Buns!_

Hot-cross Buns! Hot-cross Buns! One a penny, two a penny Hot-cross Buns!

Hot-cross Buns! Hot-cross Buns! If ye have no daughters, Give them to your sons.

_Jack Jingle_

Jack Jingle went 'prentice To make a horseshoe, He wasted the iron Till it would not do. His master came in, And began for to rail; Says Jack, "The shoe's spoiled, But 'twill still make a nail."

He tried at the nail, But, chancing to miss, Says, "If it won't make a nail, It shall yet make a hiss." Then into the water Threw the hot iron, smack. "Hiss!" quoth the iron; "I thought so," says Jack.

_Hey ding-a-ding_

Hey ding-a-ding, I heard a bird sing, The parliament soldiers Are gone to the king.

_Willy boy, where are you going?_

Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going? I will go with you, if that I may. I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing, I'm going to help them make the hay.

_Little Nancy Etticoat_

Little Nancy Etticoat, In a white petticoat, And a red nose; The longer she stands, The shorter she grows.

_He that would thrive_

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.

_I had a little nut tree_

I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear But a silver apple and a golden pear; The King of Spain's daughter came to see me, And all for the sake of my little nut tree. I skipped over water, I danced over sea, And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.

_An apple pie_

An apple pie, when it looks nice, Would make one long to have a slice, But if the taste should prove so, too, I fear one slice would scarcely do. So to prevent my asking twice, Pray, mamma, cut a good large slice.

_I saw three ships come sailing by_

I saw three ships come sailing by, Sailing by, sailing by, I saw three ships come sailing by, On New-Year's Day in the morning.

And what do you think was in them then, In them then, in them then? And what do you think was in them then, On New-Year's Day in the morning.

Three pretty girls were in them then, In them then, in them then, Three pretty girls were in them then, On New-Year's Day in the morning.

And one could whistle, and one could sing, And one could play on the violin, Such joy there was at my wedding, On New-Year's Day in the morning.

_Oh, who is so merry_

Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho! As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho! He dances and sings To the sound of his wings, With a hey and a heigh and a ho!

Oh, who is so merry, so airy, heigh ho! As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho! His nectar he sips From a primrose's lips, With a hey and a heigh and a ho!

Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho! As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho! heigh ho! His night is the noon And his sun is the moon, With a hey and a heigh and a ho!

_One, two, three, four, five_

One, two, three, four, five, I have caught a fish alive; Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I have let it go again. Why did you let it go? Because it bit my finger so. Which finger did it bite? The little one on the right.

_Little Polly Flinders_

Little Polly Flinders Sat 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.

_A curious discourse_

A curious discourse about an Apple-pie, that passed between the Twenty-five Letters at Dinner-time.

Says A, Give me a good large slice. Says B, A little Bit, but nice. Says C, Cut me a piece of Crust. Says D, It is as Dry as Dust. Says E, I'll Eat now, fast who will. Says F, I vow I'll have my Fill. Says G, Give it to me Good and Great. Says H, A little bit I Hate. Says I, I love the Juice the best. And K the very same confessed. Says L, There's nothing more I Love. Says M, It makes your teeth to Move. N Noticed what the others said. O Others' plates with grief surveyed. P Praised the cook up to the life. Q Quarrelled 'cause he'd a bad knife. Says R, It Runs short, I'm afraid. S Silent sat, and nothing said. T thought that Talking might lose time. U Understood it at meals a crime. W Wished there had been a quince in. Says X, Those cooks there's no convincing. Says Y, I'll eat, let others wish. Z sat as mute as any fish. While ampersand, he licked the dish.

_The man in the moon_

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

_There were three jovial Welshmen_

There were three jovial Welshmen, As I have heard them say, And they would go a-hunting Upon St. David's day.

All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find; But a ship a-sailing, A-sailing with the wind.

One said it was a ship. The other he said "Nay;" The third said it was a house, With the chimney blown away.

And all the night they hunted, And nothing could they find, But the moon a-gliding, A-gliding with the wind.

One said it was the moon, The other he said "Nay;" The third said it was a cheese, And half o' it cut away.

_The Hart he loves the high wood_

The Hart he loves the high wood, The Hare she loves the hill, The Knight he loves his bright sword, The Lady--loves her will.

_I had a little moppet_

I had a little moppet, I kept it in my pocket, And fed it with corn and hay, There came a proud beggar Who swore he would have her, And stole little moppet away.

_Wee Willie Winkie_

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown, Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, "Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?"

_There was a little woman_

There was a little woman, as I've been told, Who was not very young, nor yet very old, Now this little woman her living got, By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!

_Around the green gravel_

Around the green gravel the grass grows green, And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen; Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk, And write their names with a pen and ink.

_Buttons a farthing a pair_

Buttons a farthing a pair, Come, who will buy them of me? They're round and sound and pretty, And fit for the girls of the city. Come, who will buy them of me, Buttons a farthing a pair?

_As little Jenny Wren_

As little Jenny Wren Was sitting by the shed, She waggled with her tail, And nodded with her head. She waggled with her tail, And nodded with her head, As little Jenny Wren Was sitting by the shed.

_Three blind mice_

Three blind mice, see how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife, Did you ever see such a thing in your life? As three blind mice.

_The north wind doth blow_

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

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

_Bless you, burny-bee_

Bless you, bless you, burny-bee: Say when will your wedding be? If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.

_The rose is red_

The rose is red, the violet blue, The gilly-flower sweet, and so are you These are the words you bade me say For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.

_Simple Simon met a pieman_

Simple Simon met a pieman Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Let me taste your ware."

Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny." Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed, I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing, For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail.

_Yankee Doodle_

Yankee Doodle went to town, Upon a little pony; He stuck a feather in his hat, And called it Macaroni.

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee Resolved to have a battle, For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew by a monstrous crow, As big as a tar barrel, Which frightened both the heroes so, They quite forgot their quarrel.

_Here's Sulky Sue_

Here's Sulky Sue, What shall we do? Turn her face to the wall Till she comes to.

_Jack Sprat had a cat_

Jack Sprat Had a cat, It had but one ear; It went to buy butter, When butter was dear.

_A long-tailed pig_

A long-tailed pig, and a short-tailed pig, Or a pig without e'er a tail, A sow pig, or a boar pig, Or a pig with a curly tail.

As I was going up Pippen Hill Pippen 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 on you.

_Lavender blue and rosemary green_

Lavender blue and rosemary green, When I am king you shall be queen; Call up my maids at four o'clock, Some to the wheel and some to the rock, Some to make hay and some to shear corn, And you and I will keep ourselves warm.

_Hey, my kitten, my kitten_

Hey, my kitten, my kitten, And hey, my kitten, my deary! Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary. Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy; And here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, roundy.

_Polly put the kettle on_

Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, And 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.

_There was a little boy went into a barn_

There was 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.

_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; but the pig 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! Pig 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; Pig 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; Pig 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; Pig 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; Pig 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; Pig 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; Pig 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; Pig 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; Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

The cat said, "If you will give me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat."

So the old woman gave the cat the milk, and when she 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 pig jumped over the stile; And so the old woman got home that night.

_Tit, tat, toe_

Tit, tat, toe, My first go, Three jolly butcher boys All of a row; Stick one up, Stick one down, Stick one in the old man's crown.

_Monday alone_

Monday alone, Tuesday together, Wednesday we walk When it's fine weather. Thursday we kiss, Friday we cry, Saturday's hours Seem almost to fly. But of all days in the week We will call Sunday, the rest day, The best day of all.

_As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge_

As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge, I met with a Westminster scholar; He pulled off his cap, _an' drew_ off his glove, And wished me a very good-morrow, What is his name?

As I walked by myself, I talked to myself, And the self-same self said to me,

Look out for thyself, Take care of thyself, For nobody cares for thee.

I answered myself, And said to myself In the self-same repartee,

Look to thyself, Or not look to thyself, The self-same thing will be.

There was a little man, And he wooed a little maid, And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? I have little more to say, Than will you, yea or nay, For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."

The little maid replied, Some say a little sighed, "But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat? Will the love that you're so rich in Make a fire in the kitchen? Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"

_Pussy sits beside the fire_

Pussy sits beside the fire, How can she be fair? In comes the little dog, Pussy, are you there? So, so, Mistress Pussy, Pray how do you do? Thank you, thank you, little dog, I'm very well just now.

Bryan O'Lin and his wife and wife's mother, They all went over a bridge together: The bridge was broken, and they all fell in, "Mischief take all!" quoth Bryan O'Lin.

_Cold and raw_

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow, Bleak in a morning early; All the hills are covered with snow, And winter's now come fairly.

_January brings the snow_

January brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill, Stirs the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the hardest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit, Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire and Christmas treat.

_Bye, baby bunting_

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.

_Ding, dong bell_

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

_Four and twenty tailors_

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among 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 e'en now.

_What is the news of the day?_

What is the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray? They say the balloon Is gone up to the moon!

_Two little kittens_

Two little kittens, one stormy night, Began to quarrel and then to fight; One had a mouse, and the other had none, And that's the way the quarrel begun.

"I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat. "_You'll_ have that mouse? We'll see about that!" "I _will_ have that mouse," said the eldest son. "You _shan't_ have the mouse," said the little one.

I told you before 'twas a stormy night When these two little kittens began to fight;

The old woman seized her sweeping broom, And swept the two kittens right out of the room.

The ground was covered with frost and snow, And the two little kittens had nowhere to go; So they laid them down on the mat at the door, While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.

Then they crept in, as quiet as mice, All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice, For they found it was better, that stormy night, To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.

What are little boys made of, made of, What are little boys made of? Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails; And that's what little boys are made of, made of.

What are little girls made of, made of, made of, What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and all that's nice; And that's what little girls are made of, made of.

_As I was a-going by a little pig-sty_

As I was a-going by a little pig-sty, I saw a child's petticoat hanging to dry, I took off my jacket and hung it hard by, To bear the petticoat company. The wind blew high, and down they fell; Jacket and petticoat into the well. Into the well, into the well, Jacket and petticoat into the well.

Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl: And if the bowl had been stronger, My song would have been longer.

_Jenny Wren fell sick_

Jenny Wren fell sick, Upon a merry time; In came Robin Redbreast And brought her sops and wine.

"Eat well of the sop, Jenny, Drink well of the wine." "Thank you, Robin, kindly, You shall be mine."

Jenny she got well, And stood upon her feet, And told Robin plainly She loved him not a bit.

Robin being angry, Hopped upon a twig, Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you, Bold-faced jig!"

_Sukey, you shall be my wife_

"Sukey, you shall be my wife, And I will tell you why: I have got a little pig, And you have got a sty;

"I have got a dun cow, And you can make good cheese, Sukey, will you have me? Say yes, if you please."

Sukey she made answer, "For your cow and pig, I tell you, Jacky Jingle, I do not care a fig.

"I have got a puppy-dog, And a pussy-cat, And I have got another thing That's better far than that.

"For I have got a velvet purse That holds a hundred pound, 'Twas left me by my grand-dad Who now lies underground.

"So if your cow and pig Is all you have in store, You may go home and mind 'em, For now your wooing's o'er."

Says Jacky, "You're too hasty, I've got a horse and cart; And I have got a better thing,-- I've got a constant heart.

"If that won't do, then you may lay Your money on the shelf, I soon shall get another girl That's better than yourself."

Then says little Sue, "If your heart is true, This trouble we'll get through, If things are rightly carried."

There's nothing more to do, 'Twixt Jacky and his Sue; "None so happy as us two, For now we'll both be married!"

Now after they were married Some good things to produce, Sukey's purse and hundred pounds Were quickly put in use;

Sukey milked the cow, And to make good cheese did try, Jack drove his horse and cart, And minded pig and sty.

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 send us some hot in the morn.

_This is the death of little Jenny Wren_

This is the death of Little Jenny Wren, And what the doctors All said then.

Jenny Wren was sick again, And Jenny Wren did die; The doctors vowed they'd cure her, Or know the reason why.

Doctor Hawk felt her pulse, And, shaking his head, Said, "I fear I can't save her, Because she's quite dead."

Doctor Hawk's a clever fellow, He pinched her wrist enough to kill her.