Chapter 2

We'll go to the wood, says Richard to Robin, We'll go to the wood, says Robin to Bobin, We'll go to the wood, says John all alone, We'll go to the wood, says every one.

What to do there? says Richard to Robin, What to do there? says Robin to Bobin, What to do there? says John all alone, What to do there? says every one.

We'll shoot at a wren, says Richard to Robin, We'll shoot at a wren, says Robin to Bobin, We'll shoot at a wren, says John all alone, We'll shoot at a wren, says every one.

Then pounce, then pounce, says Richard to Robin, Then pounce, then pounce, says Robin to Bobin, Then pounce, then pounce, says John all alone, Then pounce, then pounce, says every one.

She's dead, she's dead, says Richard to Robin, She's dead, she's dead, says Robin to Bobin, She's dead, she's dead, says John all alone, She's dead, she's dead, says every one.

How get her home? says Richard to Robin, How get her home? says Robin to Bobin, How get her home? says John all alone, How get her home? says every one.

In a cart and six horses, says Richard to Robin, In a cart and six horses, says Robin to Bobin, In a cart and six horses, says John all alone, In a cart and six horses, says every one.

How shall we dress her? says Richard to Robin, How shall we dress her? says Robin to Bobin, How shall we dress her? says John all alone, How shall we dress her? says every one.

We'll hire seven cooks, says Richard to Robin, We'll hire seven cooks, says Robin to Bobin, We'll hire seven cooks, says John all alone, We'll hire seven cooks, says every one.

There was an old woman lived under the 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.

Shoe the colt, Shoe the colt, Shoe the wild mare; Here a nail, There a nail, Colt must go bare.

There were two birds upon a stone, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. One flew away, and then there was one, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. The other flew after, and then there was none, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. So the poor stone was left all alone, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. One of these little birds back again flew, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. The other came after, and then there were two, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. Says one to the other, Pray how do you do, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. Very well, thank you, and pray how are you, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.

I'll tell you a story About Mary Morey, And now my story's begun. I'll tell you another About her brother, And now my story's done.

Nose, Nose, jolly red Nose, And what gave you that jolly red Nose? Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red Nose.

Sweep, sweep, Chimney sweep, From the bottom to the top, Sweep all up, Chimney sweep, From the bottom to the top.

Climb by rope, Or climb by ladder, Without either, I'll climb farther.

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?

In April's sweet month, When the leaves 'gin to spring, Little lambs skip like fairies And birds build and sing.

There was an old woman tost up in a blanket, Seventy times as high as the moon, What she did there, I cannot tell you, but in her hand she carried a broom. Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I, O whither, O whither, O whither so high? To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, And I shall be back again by and by.

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

The North wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then? Poor thing! He'll sit in the barn And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!

Cold and raw the North winds blow Bleak in the morning early, All the hills are covered with snow, And winter's now come fairly.

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, Here we go backward and forward, And here we go round, round, roundy.

Where was a jewel and pretty, Where was a sugar and spicey? Hush a bye babe in the cradle, And we'll go abroad in a tricey.

Did his papa torment it? And vex his own baby will he? Give me a hand and I'll beat him, With your red coral and whistle.

Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy, And here we go backward and forward, And here we go round, round, roundy.

The two grey Kits, And the grey Kits' mother, All went over The bridge together. The bridge broke down, They all fell in, May the rats go with you, Says Tom Bolin.

Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars have come to town; Some in rags, and some in tags, And some in velvet gowns.

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his breeches on, One stocking off, and one stocking on, Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.

As I was going to Derby upon a market day, I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay, On hay, on hay, on hay, I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay.

This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was not more. No more, no more, no more; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more.

The horns grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high, As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky. The sky, the sky, the sky, As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.

The tail grew on his back, sir, was six yards and an ell, And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell, The bell, the bell, the bell, And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.

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

The Cuckoo is a bonny bird, She sings as she flies, She brings us good tidings, And tells us no lies.

She sucks little bird's eggs To make her voice clear, And never cries Cuckoo! Till Spring of the year.

Lavender blue, and Rosemary green, When I am king, you shall be queen, Call up my maids at four of the clock, Some to the wheel, and some to the rock, Some to make hay, and some to shell corn, And you and I shall keep the bed warm.

The lion and the Unicorn Were fighting for the crown-- The lion beat the unicorn All about the town. Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown, Some gave them plum-cake, And sent them out of town.

Little Johnny Pringle had a little Pig. It was very little, so was not very big. As it was playing beneath the shed, In half a minute poor Piggy was dead. So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried, And Betty Pringle she laid down and died. There is the history of one, two and three, Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggy Wiggie.

You owe me five shillings, Say the bells of St. Helen's.

When will you pay me? Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich, Say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know, Says the great Bell of Bow.

Two sticks in an apple, Ring the bells of Whitechapel.

Halfpence and farthings, Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Kettles and pans, Say the bells of St. Giles.

Old shoes and slippers, Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Pokers and tongs, Say the bells of St. John's.

Once in my life I married a wife, And where do you think I found her?

On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen, And I took up a stick to pound her.

She jumped over a barberry-bush, And I jumped over a timber,

I showed her a gay gold ring, And she showed me her finger.

Ride a cock horse to Charing-Cross, To see a young woman Jump on a white horse, With rings on her fingers And bells on her toes, And she shall have music Wherever she goes.

Johnny shall have a new bonnet, And Johnny shall go to the fair, And Johnny shall have a new ribbon To tie up his bonny brown hair.

And why may not I love Johnny, And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny, As well as another body?

And here's a leg for a stocking, And here's a foot for a shoe, And he has a kiss for daddy, And two for his mammy also.

And why may not I love Johnny? And why, &c. &c.

Who comes here? A Grenadier. What do you want? A pot of beer. Where's your money? I forgot. Get you gone, you drunken sot.

Smiling girls, rosy boys, Come and buy my little toys, Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses tinted red.

There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipt them all soundly and put them to bed.

Heigh ding a ding, what shall I sing? How many holes in a skimmer? Four and twenty. I'm half starving! Mother, pray give me some dinner.

Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub, And who do you think was there? The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, And all of them gone to the fair.

TO BE SUNG IN A HIGH WIND.

Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, And he comes roaring up the land, King of Scots with all his power Never can turn Sir Arthur O'Bower.

Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down tumble cradle and baby and all.

Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town, With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown, And her white blossoms are peeping around.

There was an old woman, and what do you think? She liv'd upon nothing--but victuals and drink: Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, And yet this old lady scarce ever was quiet.

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

Great A, little a, bouncing B, The Cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.

The little black dog ran round the house, And set the bull a roaring, And drove the monkey in the boat, Who set the oar a rowing, And scared the cock upon the rock, Who cracked his throat with crowing.

Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse! Oh, what a dear little bright Mouse! With his eyes of pink, Going winky-wink, Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse.

My little Pink, I suppose you think, I cannot do without you, I'll let you know Before I go, How little I care about you.

Tell tale tit, your tongue shall be slit, And all the dogs in our town shall have a bit.

Saturday night shall be my whole care To powder my locks and curl my hair; On Sunday morning my love will come in And marry me then with a pretty gold ring.

Dear Sensibility, O la! I heard a little lamb cry, baa! Says I, "So you have lost mamma?" "Ah!"

The little lamb, as I said so, Frisking about the fields did go, And, frisking, trod upon my toe. "Oh!"

Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot nine days old. Can you spell that with four letters? Yes, I can--T H A T.

There was a man in our town And he was wond'rous wise, He jump'd 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.

As I was going to sell my eggs, I met a thief with bandy legs, Bandy legs and crooked toes, I tript up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

Old mistress McShuttle Lived in a coal-scuttle, Along with her dog and her cat; What they ate I can't tell, But 'tis known very well, That none of the party were fat.

Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock, I've laid an egg, Am I to gang ba-are-foot? Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen, I've been up and down, To every shop in town, And cannot find a shoe To fit your foot, If I'd crow my heart out.

[To be said very quickly, except the last two words in each verse, which are to be "screamed" out.]

Pussy sits behind the log, How can she be fair? Then comes in the little dog, Pussy, are you there? So, so, dear mistress Pussy, Pray tell me how you do? I thank you, little dog, I'm very well just now.

How many days has my baby to play? Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

Pat a cake, pat a cake, Baker's man! So I do, master, as fast as I can. Pat it, and prick it, And mark it with T, And then it will serve For Tommy and me.

There was a man and he had naught, And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney top, And then they thought they had him. But he got down on t'other side, And then they could not find him: He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never look'd behind him.

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

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

Bonny lass! bonny lass! Will you be mine? You shall neither wash dishes Nor serve the wine, But sit on a cushion and sew up a seam, And you shall have strawberries, sugar, and cream.

I won't be my father's Jack, I won't be my father'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.

London bridge is broken down, Dance over my Lady Lee, London bridge is broken down, With a gay ladye.

How shall we build it up again? Dance over my Lady Lee, How shall we build it up again? With a gay ladye.

We'll build it up with gravel and stone, Dance over my Lady Lee, We'll build it up with gravel and stone, With a gay ladye.

Gravel and stone will be washed away, Dance over my Lady Lee, Gravel and stone will be washed away, With a gay ladye.

We'll build it up with iron and steel, Dance over my Lady Lee, We'll build it up with iron and steel, With a gay ladye.

Iron and steel will bend and break, Dance over my Lady Lee, Iron and steel will bend and break, With a gay ladye.

We'll build it up with silver and gold, Dance over my Lady Lee, We'll build it up with silver and gold, With a gay ladye.

Silver and gold will be stolen away, Dance over my Lady Lee, Silver and gold will be stolen away, With a gay ladye.

We'll set a man to watch it then, Dance over my Lady Lee, We'll set a man to watch it then, With a gay ladye.

Suppose the man should fall asleep, Dance over my Lady Lee, Suppose the man should fall asleep, With a gay ladye.

We'll put a pipe into his mouth, Dance over my Lady Lee, We'll put a pipe into his mouth, With a gay ladye.

Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run; The pig was eat, And Tom was beat, And Tom ran crying down the street.

Little king Boggen he built a fine hall, Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black-puddings and white, And slated with pancakes--you ne'er saw the like.

To bed, to bed, says Sleepy-Head; Let's stay a while, says Slow; Put on a pot, says Greedy-Sot, We'll sup before we go.

Dingty diddledy, my mammy's maid, She stole oranges, I am afraid: Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve, She stole oranges, I do believe.

Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride, And he shall have pussy-cat Tied to one side; And he shall have little dog Tied to the other, And Johnny shall ride To see his grandmother.

Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy, Thy mammy is gone to the mill, To get some meal to bake a cake; So pray, my dear baby, lie still.

Little lad, little lad, Where were you born? Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn, Where they sup butter-milk With a ram's horn; And a pumpkin scoop'd, With a yellow rim, Is the bonny bowl they breakfast in.

Pretty John Watts, We are troubled with rats, Will you drive them out of the house? We have mice too in plenty, That feast in the pantry, But let them stay and nibble away, What harm in a little brown mouse?

Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang? At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.

See saw, sacradown, sacradown, Which is the way to Boston town? One foot up, the other foot down, That is the way to Boston town.

Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, One ran away, The other would n't stay, Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.

Hop away, skip away, my baby wants to play. My baby wants to play every day.

Bow, wow, wow, whose dog art thou? Little Tom Tinker's dog, bow, wow, wow.

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea, Silver buckles on his knee; He'll come back and marry me, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair, Combing down his yellow hair, He's my love forevermore, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to see the Queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

Taffy was a Welchman, Taffy was a thief, Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy wasn't at home, Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed, I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.

Boys and girls, come out to play, The moon does shine as bright as day, Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, And meet your playfellows in the street; Come with a whoop, and come with a call, And 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 pudding in half an hour.

Ride a cock horse to Banbury-cross To see what Tommy can buy; A penny white loaf, a penny white cake, And a two penny apple pie.

Ride a cock hose 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.

Jemmy Jed went into a shed, And made a ted of straw his bed; An owl came out and flew about, And Jimmy Jed up stakes and fled. Wasn't Jimmy Jed a staring fool, Born in the woods to be scar'd by an owl?

How many miles to Babylon? Threescore miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, and back again.

Oh I am so happy, A little girl said, As she sprang like a lark From her low trundle bed. It is morning, bright morning, Good morning, Papa! Oh give me one kiss, For good morning, Mamma!

Trip upon trenchers, And dance upon dishes, My mother sent me for yeast, some yeast, She bid me tread lightly, And come again quickly, For fear the young men would play me some jest.

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 huff'd my mother, and chid her daughter, And kissed my sister instead of me.

What's the news of the day, Good neighbor, I pray? They say the balloon Has gone up to the moon.

There was an old man in a velvet coat, He kiss'd a maid and gave her groat; The groat was crack'd and would not go. Ah, old man, do you serve me so?

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

Wash me and comb me And lay me down softly, And set me a bank to dry, That I may look pretty, When some one comes by.

Up in the green orchard there is a green tree, The finest of pippins that ever you see; The apples are ripe, and ready to fall, And Reuben and Robin shall gather them all.

Harry cum Parry, when will you marry? When apples and pears are ripe. I'll come to our wedding without any bidding, And stay with the bride all night.

Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily jump the style, boys, A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.

I will sing you a song Of the days that are long, Of the woodcock and the sparrow, Of the little dog that burnt his tail, And he shall be whipt to-morrow.

I had a little Doll, The prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes, And kept the house clean. She went to the mill To fetch me some flour, And always got it home In less than an hour; She baked me my bread, She brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire And told many a fine tale.

When I was a little he, My mother took me on her knee, Smiles and kisses gave with joy, And call'd me oft her darling boy.

Is master Smith within?--Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two. Here a nail, and there a nail, Tick--tack--too.

Charley loves good cake and ale, Charley loves good candy, Charley loves to kiss the girls, When they are clean and handy.

John O'Gudgeon he was a wild man, He whipt his children now and then, When he whipt them, he made them dance, Out of Ireland into France.

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

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

Jack and Jill went up the hill, To draw a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.

There was an old man, And he had a calf, And that's half; He took him out of the stall, And put him on the wall, And that's all.

There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, He shot John Sprig Through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head.

Goosey, goosey, gander, where dost thou wander? Up stairs and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber; There I met an old man that would not say his prayers, I took him by his hind legs and threw him down stairs.

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.

Robert Barns, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine, So that I may cut a shine? Yes, good sir, and that I can, As well as any other man; There a nail, and here a prod, And now, good sir, you horse is shod.

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

Pibroch of Donnel Dhu, Pibroch of Donnel, Wake thy voice anew, Summon Clan-Connel. Come away, come away, Hark to the summons! Come in your war array, Gentles and commons!

Come as the winds come, When forests are rended, Come as the waves come, When navies are stranded. Faster come, faster come, faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page and groom, Tenent and master.

Fast they come, fast they come, See how they gather! Wide waves the eagle plume blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donnel Dhu, now for the onset!

Jack Sprat could eat no fat; His wife could eat no lean; So 'twixt them both they cleared the cloth, And lick'd the platter clean.

There was a little boy went into a barn, And lay down on some hay; A calf came out and smelt about, And the little boy ran away.