Chapter 5
1. THIS pig went to market; 2. This pig stayed at home; 3. This pig had a bit of meat, 4. And this pig had none; 5. This pig said, "Wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home."
[_A play with the face. The child exclaims:_]
RING the bell! [_Giving a lock of its hair a pull._ Knock at the door! [_Tapping its forehead._ Draw the latch! [_Pulling up its nose._ And walk in! [_Opening its mouth and putting in its finger._
[_Game with the hands._]
PEASE-PUDDING hot, Pease-pudding cold, Pease-pudding in the pot, Nine days old. Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old.
"IS John Smith within?"-- "Yes, that he is." "Can he set a shoe?"-- "Ay, marry, two, Here a nail, there a nail, Tick, tack, too."
1. I WENT up one pair of stairs. 2. Just like me. 1. I went up two pair of stairs. 2. Just like me. 1. I went into a room. 2. Just like me. 1. I looked out of a window. 2. Just like me. 1. And there I saw a monkey. 2. Just like me.
1. I AM a gold lock. 2. I am a gold key. 1. I am a silver lock. 2. I am a silver key. 1. I am a brass lock. 2. I am a brass key. 1. I am a lead lock. 2. I am a lead key. 1. I am a monk lock. 2. I am a monk key!
_Suitors._
WE are three brethren out of Spain, Come to court your daughter Jane.
_Mother._
My daughter Jane she is too young, And has not learned her mother-tongue.
_Suitors._
Be she young, or be she old, For her beauty she must be sold. So fare you well, my lady gay, We'll call again another day.
_Mother._
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And rub thy spurs till they be bright.
_Suitors._
Of my spurs take you no thought, For in this town they were not bought; So fare you well, my lady gay, We'll call again another day.
_Mother._
Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, And take the fairest in your sight.
_Suitor._
The fairest maid that I can see, Is pretty Nancy--come to me.
Here comes your daughter safe and sound, Every pocket with a thousand pound, Every finger with a gay gold ring. Please to take your daughter in.
RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury 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.
RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see what Tommy can buy; A penny white loaf, a penny white cake, And a twopenny apple-pie.
[_The following is a game played thus: A string of boys and girls, each holding by his predecessor's skirts, approaches two others, who with joined and elevated hands form a double arch. After the dialogue, the line passes through, and the last is caught by a sudden lowering of the arms--if possible._]
"HOW many miles is it to Babylon?"-- "Threescore miles and ten." "Can I get there by candle-light?"-- "Yes, and back again! If your heels are nimble and light, You may get there by candle-light."
RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see an old lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.
[_A string of children, hand in hand, stand in a row. A child_ (A) _stands in front of them, as leader; two other children_ (B _and_ C) _form an arch, each holding both the hands of the other._]
A. 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 dress'd in green, Stamping grass and parsley, Marigold leaves and daisies.
One rush, two rush, Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.
[A _passes by under the arch, followed by the whole string of children, the last of whom is taken captive by_ B _and_ C. _The verses are repeated, until all are taken._]
SEE-SAW sacradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up and the other down, And that is the way to London town.
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!
See, saw, Margery Daw, Little Jackey shall have a new master; Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day, Because he can't work any faster.
[_The following is used by schoolboys, when two are starting to run a race._]
ONE to make ready, And two to prepare; Good luck to the rider, And away goes the mare.
[_A game on the slate._]
EGGS, butter, bread, Stick, stock, stone dead! Stick him up, stick him down, Stick him in the old man's crown!
WHO goes round my house this night? None but bloody Tom! Who steals all the sheep at night? None but this poor one.
WHOOP, whoop, and hollow, Good dogs won't follow, Without the hare cries "Pee-wit."
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!
HERE stands a post. "Who put it there?" "A better man than you: Touch it if you dare!"
THERE were two blackbirds Sitting on a hill, The one nam'd Jack, The other nam'd Jill. Fly away Jack! Fly away Jill! Come again Jack! Come again Jill!
DEEDLE, deedle, dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his trousers on; One shoe off, the other shoe on, Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.
COCK-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling-stick, And don't know what to do.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddling-stick, She'll dance without her shoe.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost her shoe, And master's found his fiddling-stick; Sing doodle-doodle-doo!
Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame will dance with you, While master fiddles his fiddling-stick, For dame and doodle-doo.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! Dame has lost her shoe; Gone to bed and scratch'd her head, And can't tell what to do.
HEY! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laugh'd To see the sport, While the dish ran after the spoon.
PUSSICAT, wussicat, with a white foot, When is your wedding? for I'll come to 't. The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake, Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.
DING, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well! Who put her in?-- Little Tommy Lin. Who pulled her out?-- Dog with long snout. What a naughty boy was that To drown poor pussy-cat, Who never did any harm, But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
DIDDLEDY, diddledy, dumpty; The cat ran up the plum-tree. I'll lay you a crown I'll fetch you down; So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.
FIDDLE-DE-DEE, fiddle-de-dee, The fly shall marry the humble-bee. They went to the church, and married was she: The fly has married the humble-bee.
TO market, to market, to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, dancing a jig Ride to the market to buy a fat hog; Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
HANDY spandy, Jack-a-dandy, Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy; He bought some at a grocer's shop, And out he came, hop, hop, hop.
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.
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!
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.
ROSEMARY green, And lavender blue, Thyme and sweet marjoram, Hyssop and rue.
BRAVE news is come to town; Brave news is carried; Brave news is come to town Jemmy Dawson's married.
SYLVIA, sweet as morning air, Do not drive me to despair: Long have I sighed in vain, Now I am come again: Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,-- Will you be mine or no?
Simon, pray leave off your suit, For of your courting you'll reap no fruit. I would rather give a crown Than be married to a clown; Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,-- Go, for a booby, go.
THERE was a little boy and a little girl Lived in an 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."
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.
BLUE eye beauty, Grey eye greedy, Black eye blackie, Brown eye brownie.
AS Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks Were walking out one Sunday, Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, "To-morrow will be Monday."
OH, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury, To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry, If you will but walk abroad with me, If you will but walk with me.
Sir, I'll not accept of the keys of Canterbury, To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry; Neither will I walk abroad with thee, Neither will I talk with thee!
Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb, To comb out your ringlets when I am from home, If you will but walk with me, &c. Sir, I'll not accept, &c.
Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork, One made in London, the other made in York, If you will but walk with me, &c. Sir, I'll not accept, &c.
Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell, To ring up your maidens when you are not well, If you will but walk with me, &c. Sir, I'll not accept, &c.
Oh, my man John, what can the matter be? I love the lady and the lady loves not me! Neither will she walk abroad with me, Neither will she talk with me.
Oh, master dear, do not despair, The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear; And she will walk and talk with thee, And she will walk with thee!
Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest, To count my gold and silver when I am gone to rest, If you will but walk abroad with me, If you will but talk with me.
Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest, To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest, And I will walk abroad with thee, And I will talk with thee!
JACK in the pulpit, out and in, Sold his wife for a minikin pin.
JACK SPRAT could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean:
And so, betwixt them both, you see, They lick'd the platter clean.
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.
THERE was a little man, And he woo'd 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?"
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.
AS I was going up Pippen-hill, Pippen-hill was dirty There I met a pretty miss, And she dropt 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.
HERE comes a lusty wooer, My a dildin, my a daldin; Here comes a lusty wooer, Lily bright and shine a'.
"Pray, who do you woo, My a dildin, my a daldin? Pray, who do you woo, Lily bright and shine a'?"
"For your fairest daughter, My a dildin, my a daldin; For your fairest daughter, Lily bright and shine a'."
"Then there she is for you, My a dildin, my a daldin; Then there she is for you, Lily bright and shine a'."
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 heighly gaily gamberally, Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy, Gallop a dreary dun.
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.
DID you see my wife, did you see, did you see, Did you see my wife looking for me? She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it, And dimity petticoats over her knee.
I DOUBT, I doubt, my fire is out; My little wife isn't at home; I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat, And I'll go fetch my little wife home.
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.
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!
GEORGEY PORGEY, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry; When the girls come out to play, Georgey Porgey runs away.
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 shall 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.
"WHERE have you been all the day, My boy Willy?" "I've been all the day Courting of a lady gay: But, oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."
"What work can she do, My boy Willy? Can she bake and can she brew, My boy Willy?" "She can brew and she can bake, And she can make our wedding-cake: But, oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."
"What age may she be? What age may she be? My boy Willy?" "Twice two, twice seven, Twice ten, twice eleven: But, oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."
I HAD a little dog, and they called him Buff; I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff; But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff: "So take that cuff--and that's enough."
BURNIE bee, burnie bee, Tell me when your wedding be? If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.
SOME little mice sat in a barn to spin; Pussy came by, and popped her head in; "Shall I come in and cut your threads off?" "Oh no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off?"
ALL of a row, Bend the bow, Shot at a pigeon, And killed a crow.
GREY goose and gander, Waft your wings together, And carry the good king's daughter Over the one strand river.
PUSSY-CAT, pussy-cat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.
CUCKOO, Cuckoo, What do you do? "In April I open my bill; In May I sing night and day; In June I change my tune; In July Away I fly; In August Away I must."
HICKETY, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay.
THE cock doth crow, To let you know, If you be wise, 'Tis time to rise.
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."
[_Bird boy's song._]
EAT, birds, eat, and make no waste; I lie here and make no haste: If my master chance to come, You must fly, and I must run.
"HIE, hie," says Anthony, "Puss in the pantry, Gnawing, gnawing A mutton mutton-bone; See now she tumbles it, See now she mumbles it, See how she tosses The mutton mutton-bone."
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.
THE cuckoo's a fine bird: He sings as he flies; He brings us good tidings; He tells us no lies.
He sucks little birds' eggs To make his voice clear; And when he sings "Cuckoo!" The summer is near.
"CROAK!" said the Toad, "I'm hungry, I think; To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink; I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales, And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails." "Ho, ho!" quoth the Frog, "is that what you mean? Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream; There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too, And then I shall have a good dinner like you."
THERE was a piper, he'd a cow, And he'd no hay to give her; He took his pipes and played a tune: "Consider, old cow, consider!"
The cow considered very well, For she gave the piper a penny, That he might play the tune again, Of "Corn rigs are bonnie."