Part 10
"She went a little further, and she met a fire. So she said, 'Fire! fire! burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig,' (_and so forth, always repeating the foregoing words_.) But the fire would not.
"She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said, 'Water! water! quench fire; fire won't burn stick,' &c. But the water would not.
"She went a little further, and she met an ox. So she said, 'Ox! ox! drink water; water won't quench fire' &c. But the ox would not.
"She went a little further, and she met a butcher. So she said, 'Butcher! butcher! kill ox; ox won't drink water,' &c. But the butcher would not.
"She went a little further, and she met a rope. So she said, 'Rope! rope! hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox,' &c. But the rope would not.
"She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said, 'Rat! rat! gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher,' &c. But the rat would not.
"She went a little further, and she met a cat. So she said, 'Cat! cat! kill rat; rat won't gnaw rope,' &c. But the cat said to her, 'If you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat.' So away went the old woman to the cow.
"But the cow said to her, 'If you will go to yonder haystack,[*] and fetch me a handful of hay, I'll give you the milk.' So away went the old woman to the haystack; and she brought the hay to the cow.
"As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman the milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat.
"As soon as the cat 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 little pig in a fright jumped over the stile; and so the old woman got home that night."
[Footnote *: Or haymakers, proceeding thus in the stead of the rest of this paragraph:--"And fetch me a wisp of hay, I'll give you the milk.--So away the old woman went, but the haymakers said to her,--If you will go to yonder stream, and fetch us a bucket of water, we'll give you the hay. So away the old woman went, but when she got to the stream, she found the bucket was full of holes. So she covered the bottom with pebbles, and then filled the bucket with water, and away she went back with it to the haymakers; and they gave her a wisp of hay."]
DXCVII.
Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse both lived in a house, Titty Mouse went a leasing, and Tatty Mouse went a leasing, So they both went a leasing.
Titty Mouse leased an ear of corn, and Tatty Mouse leased an ear of corn, So they both leased an ear of corn.
Titty Mouse made a pudding, and Tatty Mouse made a pudding, So they both made a pudding.
And Tatty Mouse put her pudding into the pot to boil, But when Titty went to put hers in, the pot tumbled over, and scalded her to death.
Then Tatty sat down and wept; then a three legged stool said, Tatty why do you weep? Titty's dead, said Tatty, and so I weep; then said the stool, I'll hop, so the stool hopped; then a besom in the corner of the room said, Stool, why do you hop? Oh! said the stool, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and so I hop; then said the besom, I'll sweep, so the besom began to sweep; then said the door, Besom, why do you sweep? Oh! said the besom, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and so I sweep; then said the door, I'll jar, so the door jarred; then said the window, Door, why do you jar? Oh! said the door, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, and so I jar; then said the window, I'll creak, so the window creaked; now there was an old form outside the house, and when the window creaked, the form said, Window, why do you creak? Oh! said the window, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and so I creak; then said the old form, I'll run round the house, then the old form ran round the house; now there was a fine large walnut tree growing by the cottage, and the tree said to the form, Form, why do you run round the house? Oh! said the form, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, and so I run round the house; then said the walnut tree, I'll shed my leaves, so the walnut tree shed all its beautiful green leaves; now there was a little bird perched on one of the boughs of the tree, and when all the leaves fell, it said, Walnut tree, why do you shed your leaves? Oh! said the tree, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, and so I shed my leaves; then said the little bird, I'll moult all my feathers, so he moulted all his pretty feathers; now there was a little girl walking below, carrying a jug of milk for her brothers' and sisters' supper, and when she saw the poor little bird moult all its feathers, she said, Little bird, why do you moult all your feathers? Oh! said the little bird, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree sheds its leaves, and so I moult all my feathers; then said the little girl, I'll spill the milk, so she dropt the pitcher and spilt the milk; now there was an old man just by on the top of a ladder thatching a rick, and when he saw the little girl spill the milk, he said, Little girl, what do you mean by spilling the milk, your little brothers and sisters must go without their supper; then said the little girl, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree sheds all its leaves, the little bird moults all its feathers, and so I spill the milk; Oh! said the old man, then I'll tumble off the ladder and break my neck, so he tumbled off the ladder and broke his neck; and when the old man broke his neck, the great walnut tree fell down with a crash, and upset the old form and house, and the house falling knocked the window out, and the window knocked the door down, and the door upset the besom, the besom upset the stool, and poor little Tatty Mouse was buried beneath the ruins.
SEVENTEENTH CLASS--LOCAL.
DXCVIII.
There was a little nobby colt, His name was Nobby Gray; His head was made of pouce straw, His tail was made of hay; He could ramble, he could trot, He could carry a mustard-pot, Round the town of Woodstock, Hey, Jenny, hey!
DXCIX.
King's Sutton is a pretty town, And lies all in a valley; There is a pretty ring of bells, Besides a bowling-alley: Wine and liquor in good store, Pretty maidens plenty; Can a man desire more? There ain't such a town in twenty.
DC.
The little priest of Felton, The little priest of Felton, He kill'd a mouse within his house, And ne'er a one to help him.
DCI.
[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called _Leap Candle_, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.]
The tailor of Bicester, He has but one eye; He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins, If he were to try.
DCII.
Dick and Tom, Will and John, Brought me from Nottingham.
DCIII.
At Brill on the Hill, The wind blows shrill, The cook no meat can dress; At Stow in the Wold The wind blows cold,-- I know no more than this.
DCIV.
A man went a hunting at Reigate, And wished to leap over a high gate; Says the owner, "Go round, With your gun and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate."
DCV.
Driddlety drum, driddlety drum, There you see the beggars are come; Some are here, and some are there, And some are gone to Chidley fair.
DCVI.
Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born? In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn. A half-penny pudding, a penny pie, A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.
DCVII
My father and mother, My uncle and aunt, Be all gone to Norton, But little Jack and I.
A little bit of powdered beef, And a great net of cabbage, The best meal I have had to-day, Is a good bowl of porridge.
DCVIII.
I lost my mare in Lincoln lane, And couldn't tell where to find her, Till she came home both lame and blind, With never a tail behind her.
DCIX.
Cripple Dick upon a stick, And Sandy on a sow, Riding away to Galloway, To buy a pound o' woo.
DCX.
Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born? Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn, Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.
EIGHTEENTH CLASS--RELICS.
DCXI.
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.
DCXII.
Hink, minx! the old witch winks, The fat begins to fry: There's nobody at home but jumping Joan, Father, mother, and I.
DCXIII.
Baby and I Were baked in a pie, The gravy was wonderful hot: We had nothing to pay To the baker that day, And so we crept out of the pot.
DCXIV.
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.
DCXV.
If a body meet a body, In a field of fitches; Can a body tell a body Where a body itches?
DCXVI.
Charley wag, Eat the pudding and left the bag.
DCXVII.
Girls and boys, come out to play, The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street. Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will or not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, A halfpenny roll will serve us all. You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.
DCXVIII.
Hannah Bantry in the pantry, Eating a mutton bone; How she gnawed it, how she clawed it, When she found she was alone!
DCXIX.
Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day; Little Arthur wants to play.
DCXX.
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.
DCXXI.
Hark, hark, The dogs do bark, Beggars are coming to town; Some in jags, Some in rags, And some in velvet gowns.
DCXXII.
We're all in the dumps, For diamonds are trumps; The kittens are gone to St. Paul's! The babies are bit, The moon's in a fit, And the houses are built without walls.
DCXXIII.
What's the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray? They say the balloon Is gone up to the moon.
DCXXIV.
Little Mary Ester, Sat upon a tester, Eating of curds and whey; There came a little spider, And sat him down beside her, And frightened Mary Ester away.
DCXXV.
Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang? At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
DCXXVI.
Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going? I'll go with you, if I may. I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing, I'm going to help them make hay.
DCXXVII.
To market, to market, a gallop, a trot, To buy some meat to put in the pot; Threepence a quarter, a groat a side, If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died.
DCXXVIII.
Come, let's to bed, Says Sleepy-head; Tarry a while, says Slow: Put on the pot, Says Greedy-gut, Let's sup before we go.
DCXXIX.
How many days has my baby to play? Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
DCXXX.
Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town, In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
DCXXXI.
Little Tom Tucker Sings for his supper; What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it Without e'er a knife? How will he be married Without e'er a wife?
DCXXXII.
I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick, And I can weave diaper thin, I can weave diaper out of doors And I can weave diaper in.
DCXXXIII.
[The following is quoted in the song of Mad Tom. See my introduction to Shakespeare's Mids. Night's Dream, p. 55.]
The man in the moon drinks claret, But he is a dull Jack-a-Dandy; Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot, He should learn to drink cider and brandy.
DCXXXIV.
[A marching air.]
Darby and Joan were dress'd in black, Sword and buckle behind their back; Foot for foot, and knee for knee, Turn about Darby's company.
DCXXXV.
Barber, barber, shave a pig, How many hairs will make a wig? "Four and twenty, that's enough." Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
DCXXXVI.
If all the seas were one sea, What a _great_ sea that would be! And if all the trees were one tree, What a _great_ tree that would be! And if all the axes were one axe, What a _great_ axe that would be! And if all the men were one man, What a _great_ man he would be! And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe, And cut down the _great_ tree, And let it fall into the _great_ sea, What a splish splash _that_ would be!
DCXXXVII.
I had a little moppet, I put it in my pocket, And fed it with corn and hay; Then came a proud beggar, And swore he would have her, And stole little moppet away.
DCXXXVIII.
The barber shaved the mason, As I suppose Cut off his nose, And popp'd it in a basin.
DXXXCIX.
Little Tommy Tacket, Sits upon his cracket; Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket; Make him coat and jacket, Trowsers to the knee. And if you will not have him, you may let him be.
DCXL.
Peg, peg, with a wooden leg, Her father was a miller: He tossed the dumpling at her head, And said he could not kill her.
DCXLI.
Parson Darby wore a black gown, And every button cost half-a-crown; From port to port, and toe to toe, Turn the ship and away we go!
DCXLII.
When Jacky's a very good boy, He shall have cakes and a custard; But when he does nothing but cry, He shall have nothing but mustard.
DCXLIII.
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.
DCXLIV.
The quaker's wife got up to bake, Her children all about her, She gave them every one a cake, And the miller wants his moulter.
DCXLV.
Wash, hands, wash, Daddy's gone to plough, If you want your hands wash'd, Have them wash'd now.
[A formula for making young children submit to the operation of having their hands washed. _Mutatis mutandis_, the lines will serve as a specific for everything of the kind, as brushing hair, &c.]
DCXLVI.
My little old man and I fell out, I'll tell you what 'twas all about: I had money, and he had none, And that's the way the row begun.
DCXLVII.
Who comes here? A grenadier. What do you want? A pot of beer. Where is your money? I've forgot. Get you gone, You drunken sot!
DCXLVIII.
Go to bed, Tom! Go to bed, Tom! Drunk or sober, Go to bed, Tom!
DCXLIX.
As I went over the water, The water went over me, I heard an old woman crying, Will you buy some furmity?
DCL.
High diddle doubt, my candle out, My little maid is not at home: Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog, And fetch my little maid home.
DCLI.
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.
DCLII.
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.
DCLIII.
Old Sir Simon the king, And young Sir Simon the 'squire, And old Mrs. Hickabout Kicked Mrs. Kickabout Round about our coal fire!
DCLIV.
A good child, a good child, As I suppose you be, Never laughed nor smiled At the tickling of your knee.
DCLV.
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.
DCLVI.
Blenky my nutty-cock, Blenk him away; My nutty-cock's never Been blenk'd to-day. What wi' carding and spinning on't wheel, We've never had time to blenk nutty-cock weel; But let to-morrow come ever so sune, My nutty-cock it sall be blenk'd by nune.
DCLVII.
To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake, Back again, back again, baby is late; To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun, Back again, back again, market is done.
DCLVIII.
St. Thomas's-day is past and gone, And Christmas is a-most a-come, Maidens arise, And make your pies, And save poor tailor Bobby some.
DCLIX.
How do you do, neighbour? Neighbour, how do you do? I am pretty well, And how does Cousin Sue do? She's pretty well, And sends her duty to you, So does bonnie Nell. Good lack, how does she do?
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A, B, C, and D, 16
A, B, C, tumble down D, 14
About the bush, Willy, 91
A carrion crow sat on an oak, 115
A cat came fiddling out of a barn, 219
A cow and a calf, 228
A diller, a dollar, 76
A dog and a cock, 61
A duck and a drake, 164
A for the ape, that we saw at the fair, 20
A good child, a good child, 314
A guinea it would sink, 174
A kid, a kid, my father bought, 288
A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, 271
A little old man and I fell out, 144
A little old man of Derby, 153
All of a row, 258
A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig, 262
A man of words and not of deeds, 70
A man of words and not of deeds, 71
A man went a hunting at Reigate, 301
A pie sate on a pear-tree, 259
Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake, 16
A pretty little girl in a round-eared cap, 92
A pullet in the pen, 71
A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose, 132
Around the green gravel the grass grows green, 314
Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, 123
As I look'd out o' my chamber window, 120
As I walk'd by myself, 11
As I was going along, long, long, 107
As I was going by Charing Cross, 9
As I was going o'er London Bridge, 121
As I was going o'er London Bridge, 133
As I was going o'er Tipple Tine, 122
As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge, 130
As I was going to St. Ives, 133
As I was going to sell my eggs, 314
As I was going up Pippen-hill, 224
As I was going up the hill, 106
As I was walking o'er Little Moorfields, 96
As I went over Lincoln Bridge, 131
As I went over the water, 313
As I went over the water, 256
As I went through the garden gap, 132
As I went to Bonner, 264
As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, 132
As soft as silk, as white as milk, 122
As the days grow longer, 73
As the days lengthen, 73
As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin, 265
As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, 229
Astra Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos, 77
A sunshiny shower, 73
A swarm of bees in May, 72
At Brill on the Hill, 301
At Dover dwells George Brown Esquire, 77
A thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching, 138
At the siege of Belle-isle, 6
Awake, arise, pull out your eyes, 158
Awa', birds, away! 117
A was an apple-pie, 19
A was an archer, and shot at a frog, 18
Baby and I, 304
Bah, bah, black sheep, 279
Barber, barber, shave a pig, 309
Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur, 267
Barney Bodkin broke his nose, 204
Bat, bat, 172
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 246
Betty Pringle had a little pig, 266
Birch and green holly, boys, 77
Birds of a feather flock together, 232
Black we are, but much admired, 129
Black within, and red without, 130
Blenky my nutty-cock, 315
Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!, 312
Blue eye beauty, 250
Bonny lass, canny lass, wilta be mine?, 246
Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear, 70
Bow, wow, wow, 270
Brave news is come to town, 225
Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother, 56
Buff says Buff to all his men, 158
Burnie bee, burnie bee, 254
Buz, quoth the blue fly, 105
Bye, baby bumpkin, 207
Bye, baby bunting, 210
Bye, O my baby, 209
Can you make me a cambric shirt, 241