Part 7

Chapter 72,141 wordsPublic domain

"She'll do very well yet," Then said Doctor Fox, "If she takes but one pill From out of this box."

Ah! Doctor Fox, You are very cunning, For if she's dead, You will not get one in.

With hartshorn in hand, Came Doctor Tom-Tit, Saying, "Really, good sirs, It's only a fit."

You're right, Doctor Tit, You need make no doubt on, But death is a fit Folk seldom get out on.

Doctor Cat says, "Indeed, I don't think she's dead, I believe if I try, She yet might be bled."

You need not a lancet, Miss Pussy, indeed, Your claws are enough A poor Wren to bleed.

"I think, Puss, you're foolish," Then says Doctor Goose, "For to bleed a dead Wren Can be of no use."

Why, Doctor Goose, You're very wise, Your wisdom profound Might Ganders surprise.

Doctor Jack Ass then said, "See this balsam, I make it; She yet may survive If you get her to take it."

What you say, Doctor Ass, Perhaps may be true; I ne'er saw the dead drink, though Pray, Doctor, did you?

Doctor Owl then declared That the cause of her death He really believed, was---- The want of more breath.

Indeed, Doctor Owl, You are much in the right; You as well might have said That day was not night.

Says Robin, "Get out, You're a parcel of quacks, Or I'll lay this good whip On each of your backs."

Then Robin began For to bang them about, They stayed for no fees, They were glad to get out.

Poor Robin long for Jenny grieves, At last he covered her with leaves; Yet near the place, a mournful lay, For Jenny Wren sings every day.

_Here comes a poor widow from Babylon_

Here comes a poor widow from Babylon, With six poor children all alone, One can bake, and one can brew, One can shape, and one can sew, One can bake a cake for the king. Come choose you east, come choose you west, Come choose you the one that you love best.

_Dame Trot and her cat_

Dame Trot and her cat Sat down for to chat, The Dame sat on this side, And Puss sat on that. "Puss," says the Dame, "Can you catch a rat, Or a mouse in the dark?" "Purr," says the cat.

_How do you do, neighbour?_

How do you do, neighbour? Neighbour, how do you do? Very well, I thank you. How does Cousin Sue do? She is very well, And sends her love unto you, And so does Cousin Bell. Ah! how, pray, does she do?

"_Oh, what have you got for dinner?_"

"Oh, What have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond?" "There's beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond. Dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed, For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!

"John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two, John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two; Cry dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed, For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!"

"I have been to the ducks that are swimming in the pond, And they won't come to be killed, Mrs. Bond; I cried dilly, dilly, ducklings, come and be killed, For you must be stuffed, and the customers filled!"

Mrs. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage, With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage; She cried, "Come, little wag-tails, come and be killed, For you shall be stuffed, and my customers filled!"

_Lucy Locket_

Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; Never a penny was there in it, Save the binding round it.

_One, he loves_

One, he loves; two, he loves; Three, he loves, they say; Four, he loves with all his heart;

Five, he casts away. Six, he loves; seven, she loves; Eight, they both love.

Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries; Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.

_He loves me_

1. He loves me, 2. He don't! 3. He'll have me, 4. He won't! 5. He would if he could, 6. But he can't, 7. So he don't!

_There once were two cats_

There once were two cats of Kilkenny, Each thought there was one cat too many. So they fought and they fit, And they scratched and they bit, Till, excepting their nails And the tips of their tails, Instead of two cats, there weren't any.

_Three little kittens_

Three little kittens lost their mittens, And they began to cry, Oh! mother dear, We very much fear That we have lost our mittens.

Lost your mittens! You naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie. Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. No, you shall have no pie. Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.

The three little kittens found their mittens And they began to cry, Oh! mother dear, See here, see here! See, we have found our mittens.

Put on your mittens, You silly kittens, And you shall have some pie. Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r, Oh! let us have the pie! Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r.

The three little kittens put on their mittens And soon ate up the pie; Oh! mother dear, We greatly fear, That we have soiled our mittens.

Soiled your mittens! You naughty kittens! Then they began to sigh, Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow. Then they began to sigh, Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.

The three little kittens washed their mittens, And hung them up to dry; Oh! mother dear, Do you not hear, That we have washed our mittens?

Washed your mittens! Oh! you're good kittens. But I smell a rat close by. Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow. We smell a rat close by, Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.

_The cock's on the housetop_

The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn; The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn; The maids in the meadows are making of hay, The ducks in the river are swimming away.

_I do not like thee, Doctor Fell_

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell;

But this I know, and know full well, I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.

_My mammy's maid_

Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid, She stole oranges, I'm afraid; Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve, She stole oranges, I do believe.

_I had a little castle_

I had a little castle upon the sea-shore, One half was water, the other was land; I opened the castle door, and guess what I found, I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand. The cup was all gold, filled with wine, "Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine."

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My diddle dinkety poppety pet, The merchants of London they wear scarlet, Silken the collar and velvet the hem, Merrily march the merchant men.

_Little Betty Blue_

Little Betty Blue Lost her holiday shoe.

What shall little Betty do? Buy her another To match the other, And then she'll walk in two.

_A nick and a nock_

A nick and a nock, A hen and cock, And a penny for my master.

_Great A, little A_

Great A, little A, This pancake day; Toss the ball high, Throw the ball low, Those that come after May sing heigh-ho!

_Upon St. Paul's steeple_

Upon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree. As full of apples as may be, The little boys of London town, They run with hooks and pull them down; And then they run from hedge to hedge Until they come to London Bridge.

_Cherries are ripe_

Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe, Give the baby some; Cherries are ripe, cherries are ripe, Baby must have none.

Cherries are too sour to use, Babies are too young to choose; By-and-by, baked in a pie, Baby shall have some.

_Old Rhyme on Cutting Nails_

Cut them on Monday, you cut them for health; Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth; Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news; Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes; Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow; Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow; Cut them on Sunday, and you'll have ill-fortune all through the week.

_Here a little child I stand_

Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Gold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall On our meat and on us all!

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