Chapter 2

The dove says, "Coo, coo, what shall I do? I can scarce maintain two." "Pooh! pooh!" says the wren; "I have got ten, And keep them all like gentlemen."

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

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.

Little boy blue, come blow your horn; The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? He's under the hay-cock, fast a-sleep. Will you wake him? No, not I; For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

See saw, Margery Daw, Jenny shall have a new master; She shall have but a penny a-day, Because she can't work any faster.

A duck and a drake, And a halfpenny cake, With a penny to pay the old baker. A hop and a scotch Is another notch, Slitherum, slatherum, take her.

Here stands a post,-- Who put it there? A better man than you: Touch it if you dare?

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

Toss up my darling, toss him up high, Don't let his head, though, hit the blue sky.

Trip and go, heave and ho! Up and down, to and fro; From the town to the grove, Two and two, let us rove, A-maying, a-playing; Love hath no gainsaying! So merrily trip and go! So merrily trip and go!

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

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

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

Margaret wrote a letter, Sealed it with her finger, Threw it in the dam For the dusty miller.

Dusty was his coat, Dusty was the siller, Dusty was the kiss I'd from the dusty miller.

If I had my pockets Full of gold and siller, I would give it all To _my dusty miller_.

Polly, Dolly, Kate and Molly, All are filled with pride and folly.

Polly tattles, Dolly wriggles, Katy rattles, Molly giggles;

Whoe'er knew such constant rattling, Wriggling, giggling, noise, and tattling.

When I was taken from the fair body, They then cut off my head, And thus my shape was altered. It's I that make peace between King and ring, And many a true lover glad. All this I do, and ten times more, And more I could do still; But nothing can I do Without my guider's will. [A quill pen]

Polly put the kettle on, Susy took it off; Aunt Jemima's little girl Has got the whooping cough.

Phoebe rode a nanny goat, Susy broke her leg, Father took his wedding coat And hung it on a peg.

There was an old woman Lived under a hill; She put a mouse in a bag, And sent it to the mill.

The miller declar'd By the point of his knife, He never took toll Of a mouse in his life.

"John, come sell thy fiddle, And buy thy wife a gown." "No, I'll not sell my fiddle, For ne'er a wife in town."

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

As I was going up Pippen Hill, Pippen Hill was dirty; There I met a pretty Miss, And she dropped me a curtsy.

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

Over the water, And under the water, And always with its head down. [Icicle]

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Let them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep And dreamt she heard them bleating: But when she awoke she found it a joke, For still they all were fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them; She found 'em indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind 'em.

It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray Unto a meadow hard by, There she espied their tails, side by side, All hung on a tree to dry.

Higher than a house, higher than a tree, Oh, whatever can it be? [A Star]

The two gray kits And the gray kits' mother All went over The bridge together. The bridge broke down, They all fell in; May the rats go with you, Says Tom Robin.

Elsie Marley has grown so fine, She won't get up to serve the swine; But lies in bed till eight or nine, And surely she does take her time.

[Game on a child's features]

Here sits the Lord Mayor _forehead_ Here sit his two men _eyes_ Here sits the cock _right cheek_ Here sits the hen _left cheek_ Here sit the little chickens _top of nose_ Here they run in _mouth_ Chinchopper, chinchopper, Chinchopper, chin! _chuck the chin_

There was an old woman she lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, she lives there still. Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, And she's the old woman that never told lies.

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

Tom, Tom, the piper's son, He learnt to play when he was young. He with his pipe made such a noise, That he pleased all the girls and boys.

Some little mice sat in a barn to spin, Pussy came by, and she popped her head in; "Shall I come in and cut your threads off?" "Oh, no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off."

Cock crows in the morn, To tell us to rise. And he who lies late Will never be wise:

For early to bed, And early to rise, Is the way to be healthy And wealthy and wise.

Ding, dong, darrow, The cat and the sparrow; The little dog has burnt his tail, And he shall be hanged to-morrow.

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

There was a little girl who wore a little hood, And a curl down the middle of her forehead; When she was good, she was very, very good, But when she was bad, she was horrid.

Bryan O'Lin had no breeches to wear, So he bought him a sheepskin and made him a pair. With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in, "Ah, ha, that is warm!" said Bryan O'Lin.

Dogs in the garden, catch 'em, Towser; Cows in the cornfield, run, boys, run; Cats in the cream-pot, run, girls, run, girls; Fire on the mountains, run, boys, run.

Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it: Not a penny in it, But a ribbon 'round it.

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

On Saturday night, it shall be my care To powder my locks and curl my hair. On Sunday morning, my love will come in, When he will marry me with a gold ring.

Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town In a fine petticoat and a green gown.

Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, Three bags full:

One for the master, One for the dame, But none for the little boy Who cries in the lane.

Pitty Patty Polt, Shoe the wild colt; Here a nail, And there a nail, Pitty Patty Polt.

As high as a castle, As weak as a wastle; And all the king's horses Cannot pull it down. [Smoke]

Eggs, butter, cheese, bread, Stick, stock, stone, dead. Stick him up, stick him down, Stick him in the old man's crown.

Joseph Smith bought a rake, And sold it for some corn; He lived a week on johnny cake, And now he's dead and gone.

Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare, But let the little colt go bare.

There was an Old Woman, And what do you think? She lived upon nothing but Victuals and drink; And though victuals and drink Were the chief of her diet, This little Old Woman Could never be quiet.

My story's ended, spoon is bended; If you don't like it, Go to the next door, And get it mended.

Come when you're called, Do what you're bid; Shut the door after you, Never be chid.

There was an old crow Sat upon a clod; There's an end of my song, That's odd!

Little Robin Red-breast Sat upon a rail, Needle, naddle, went his head, Wiggle, waggle, went his tail.

Play, play every day, Harry throws his time away. He must work and he must read, And then he'll be a man indeed.

See-saw-Jack in the hedge, Which is the way to London Bridge?

Little Nancy Etticote, In a white petticoat, With a red nose; The longer she stands, The shorter she grows. [A Candle]

A red sky at night Is the shepherd's delight. A red sky in the morning Is the shepherd's warning.

There was a little boy and a little girl Lived in our alley; Says the little boy to the little girl, "Shall I, oh, shall I?" Says the little girl to the little boy, "What shall we do?" Says the little boy to the little girl, "I will kiss you!"

A good child, a good child, As I suppose you be; Never laugh nor smile, At the tickling of your knee.

Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean, And the pleasant land.

Made in London, Sold at New York, Stops a bottle, And is a cork.

Pit, pat, well-a-day, Little Robin flew away; Where can little Robin be? Gone into the cherry-tree.

Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Little lad, little lad, Where wast thou born? Far off in Lancashire, Under a thorn; Where they sup sour milk From a ram's horn.

Hink minx! the old witch winks, The fat begins to fry: There's nobody home but jumping Joan, Father, Mother, and I.

Little Cock Robin peeped out of his cabin To see the cold winter come in. Tit for tat, what matter for that? He'll hide his head under his wing!

Little girl, little girl, where have you been? Gathering roses to give to the queen. Little girl, little girl, what gave she you? She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.

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.

"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" "Down in the forest to milk my cow." "Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now; When I send for thee, then come thou."

The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, Cried, "Gobble, gobble, gobble:" The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still, Went hobble, hobble, hobble.

I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear; The king of Spain's daughter came to visit me, And all was because of my little nut-tree. I skipped over water, I danced over sea, And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.

Pickeleem, pickeleem, pummis-stone! What is the news, my beautiful one? My pet doll-baby, Frances Maria, Suddenly fainted, and fell in the fire; The clock on the mantle gave the alarm, But all we could save was one china arm.

Wash the dishes, wipe the dishes, Ring the bell for tea; Three good wishes, three good kisses, I will give to thee.

Shoe the colt, Shoe the colt, Shoe the wild mare; Here a nail, There a nail, Yet she goes bare.

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

One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather. He began to compliment, and I began to grin. How do you do, and how do you do? And how do you do again?

There was an old woman, her name it was Peg; Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork leg. The neighbors all pitched her into the water, Her leg was drown'd first, and her head follow'd a'ter.

Whistle, daughter, whistle; whistle, daughter dear. I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear. Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound. I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound.

Little Betty Blue, Lost her holiday shoe. What will poor Betty do? Why, give her another, To match the other, And then she will walk in two.

Jerry Hall, he is so small, A rat could eat him, hat and all.

Friday night's dream, on Saturday told, Is sure to come true, be it ever so old.

Ring-a-round-a roses, A pocket full of posies; Hush--hush--hush-- We'll all tumble down.

Old father Grey Beard, Without tooth or tongue; If you'll give me your finger, I'll give you my thumb.

Jockey was a piper's son, And he fell in love when he was young, And the only tune 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.

Love your own, kiss your own, Love your own mother, hinny, For if she was dead and gone, You'd ne'er get such another, hinny.

Little Poll Parrot Sat in her garret, Eating toast and tea; A little brown mouse Jumped into the house, And stole it all away.

Little Miss Donnet Wears a huge bonnet; And hoops half as wide As the mouth of the Clyde.

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John, Went to bed with his stockings on; One shoe off, and one shoe on, Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

There was an old woman in Surrey, Who was morn, noon and night in a hurry; Called her husband a fool, Drove the children to school, The worrying old woman of Surrey.

Little Tommy Grace had a pain in his face, So bad he could not learn a letter; When in came Dicky Long, Singing such a funny song, That Tommy laughed, and found his face much better.

There was an old woman had three cows, Rosy, and Colin, and Dun; Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair, And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair; And there was the end of her three cows, Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.

Ride a cock-horse to Shrewsbury cross, To buy little Johnny a galloping horse: It trots behind and it ambles before, And Johnny shall ride--till he can ride no more.

Rosemary green, and lavender blue, Thyme and sweet marjorum, hyssop and rue.

Handy Spandy, Jack a-dandy, Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy; He bought some at a grocer's shop, And out he came, hop-hop-hop.

There was a little girl who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead; When she was good, she was very, very good, And when she was bad she was horrid.

The greedy man is he who sits And bites bits out of plates, Or else takes up an almanac And gobbles all the dates.

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.

Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you, don't cry, And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-bye; Or, perhaps, you like custard, or, maybe, a tart, Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart.

An old woman lived in Nottingham town, Who owned a small house, and painted it brown; And yet this old woman grew crazy with fright, Lest some one should burn her house in the night.

Bryan O'Lin and his wife, and wife's mother, They all went over the bridge together: The bridge broke down, and they all fell in,-- The deuce go with all! said Bryan O'Lin.

Little Miss Lily, you're dreadfully silly To wear such a very long skirt: If you take my advice, you would hold it up nice And not let it trail in the dirt.

Lady-bug, lady-bug, Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children will burn.

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.

Curly locks! Curly locks! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream!

A cat came fiddling out of a barn. With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm: She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee, The mouse has married the bumble-bee; Pipe, cat--dance, mouse, We'll have a wedding at our good house.

I won't be my father's Jack, I won't be my mother's Jill, I will be the fiddler's wife, And have music when I will. T'other little tune, T'other little tune, Prythee, love, play me T'other little tune.

Little maid, little maid, Whither goest thou? Down in the meadow To milk my cow.

As the days grow longer The storms grow stronger.

Hickory, dickory, sackory down How many miles to Richmond town? Turn to the left and turn to the right, And you may get there by Saturday night.

One, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, shut the door; Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them straight; Nine, ten, a good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, who will delve; Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, maids a-kissing; Seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting; Nineteen, twenty, my stomach's empty.

Wear you a hat, or wear you a crown, All that goes up must surely come down.

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

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.

What God never sees, What the King seldom sees, What we see every day: Read my riddle, I pray. [An Equal]

Lazy Tom, with jacket blue, Stole his father's gouty shoe; The worst of harm we can wish him, Is, his gouty shoe may fit him.

Burnie bee, burnie bee, Tell me when your wedding be? If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.

A water there is, I must pass, A broader water never was; And yet of all waters I ever did see, To pass over with less jeopardy. [The Dew]

Draw a pail of water For my lady's daughter; My father's a king, and my mother's a queen, My two little sisters are dressed in green, Slumping grass and parsley, Marigold leaves and daisies. One rush! Two rush! Pray thee, fine lady, come under my rush.

The old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tub, The dirty clothes to rub, rub, rub; But when they are clean, and fit to be seen, She'll dress like a lady, and dance on the green.

Georgey Porgey, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry; When the girls come out to play, Georgey Porgey runs away.

Intery, mintery, cutery, corn, Apple seed, and apple thorn; Wine, brier, limber lock, Three geese in a flock, One flew east, one flew west, And one flew over the goose's nest.

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

Wee Willie Winkie Runs through the town, Up-stairs and down-stairs, In his night gown; Rapping at the window, Crying at the lock, "Are the children in their beds, For now it's ten o'clock?"

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater; Had a wife, and couldn't keep her; He put her in a pumpkin shell, And there he kept her very well.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater; Had another and didn't love her; Peter learned to read and spell, And then he loved her very well.

[The following lines are sung by children when starting for a race]

Good horses, bad horses, What is the time of day? Three o'clock, four o'clock, Now fare you away.

[Say quick]

In fir tar is. In oak none is. In mud eel is. In clay none is. Goat eat ivy. Mare eat oats.

Buz, quoth the blue fly, Hum, quoth the bee, Buz and hum they cry, And so do we: In his ear, in his nose, Thus, do you see? He ate the dormouse, Else it was me.

Wasn't it funny? hear it all people! Little Tom Thum has swallowed a steeple! How did he do it? I'll tell you, my son: 'Twas made of white sugar--and easily 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.

Donkey, donkey, old and gray, Ope your mouth, and gently bray; Lift your ears and blow your horn, To wake the world this sleepy morn.

When little Fred went to bed, He always said his prayers; He kissed mamma, and then papa, And straightway went up-stairs.

Who comes here? "A grenadier." What do you want? "A pot of beer." Where is your money? "I've forgot." Get you gone, You can't have a drop.

Multiplication is vexation, Division is as bad; The Rule of Three doth puzzle me, And Fractions drive me mad.

Was ever heard such noise and clamor! The hatchet's jealous of the hammer!

[Mind your Punctuation]

I saw a peacock with a fiery tail, I saw a blazing comet drop down hail, I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round, I saw an oak creep on the ground, I saw a snail swallow up a whale, I saw the sea brimful of ale, I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep, I saw a well full of men's tears that weep, I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire, I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher, I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night, I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.

Here am I, little jumping Joan, When nobody's with me, I'm always alone.

There was a rat, for want of stairs, Went down a rope to say his prayers.

Oh dear, what can the matter be Johnny's so long at the fair, He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair.

There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratch'd out both his eyes;

And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main, He jump'd into another bush, And scratch'd them in again.