Part 2

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How does my lady's garden grow? How does my lady's garden grow? With cockle shells, and silver bells, And pretty maids all of a row.

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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; Threescore men and threescore more Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.

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Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock, When the bough bends, the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

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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 would snap our heads off."

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If all the world were apple-pie? And all the sea were ink. And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have for drink?

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If wishes were horses, Beggars might ride; If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.

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I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep; She wades the waters deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains high, high, high; Poor little creature, she has but one eye.

WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST?

"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"

"Not I," said the cow, "Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a wisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I," said the cow, "Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do."

"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"

"Bob-o'-link! Bob-o'-link! Now what do you think? Who stole a nest away From the plum-tree, to-day?"

"Not I," said the dog, "Bow-wow! I wouldn't be so mean, any how! I gave the hairs the nest to make, But the nest I did not take. Not I," said the dog, "Bow-wow! I'm not so mean, anyhow."

"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?" "Bob-o'-link! Bob-o'-link! Now what do you think? Who stole a nest away From the plum-tree? to-day?"

"Coo-coo! Coo-coo! Coo-coo! Let me speak a word, too! Who stole that pretty nest From little yellow-breast?"

"Not I," said the sheep; "oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. I gave wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa! Baa!" said the sheep; "oh, no, I wouldn't treat a poor bird so."

"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid, And the nice nest I made?"

"Bob-o'-link! Bob-o'-link! Now what do you think? Who stole a nest away From the plum-tree, to-day?"

"Coo-coo! Coo-coo! Coo-coo! Let me speak a word, too! Who stole that pretty nest From little yellow-breast?"

"Caw! Caw!" cried the crow; "I should like to know What thief took away A bird's nest to-day?"

"Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen; "Don't ask me again, Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen, "Don't ask me again."

"Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr! All the birds make a stir! Let us find out his name, And all cry 'for shame!'"

"I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green; "I think I never heard Of anything so mean." "It is very cruel, too," Said little Alice Neal; "I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel?"

A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed, For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow-breast; And he felt so full of shame, He didn't like to tell his name.

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I saw a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea; And oh, it was all laden With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold!

The four and twenty sailors, That stood between the decks, Were four and twenty white mice, With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back; And when the ship began to move. The captain said, "Quack! Quack!"

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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.

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

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, And dreamed she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting.

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

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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 tends the sheep? He's under the haycock, fast asleep. Go wake him, go wake him. Oh, no, not I; For if I awake him, he'll certainly cry.

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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.

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Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"

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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 Piggie was dead. So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried, And Betty Pringle she lay down and died. There is the history of one, two, and three, Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggie Wiggie.

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

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There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook. And he saw a little duck, And shot it through the head, head, head. He carried it home To his wife Joan, And bade her a fire to make, make, make, To roast the little duck, He had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.

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Little Tommy Tucker Sing for your supper. What shall I sing? White bread and butter.

How shall I cut it Without any knife? How shall I marry Without any wife?

PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.

At sixes and sevens. Beauty is but skin deep. Half a loaf is better than no bread. Better late than never. Better live well than long. Beware of no man more than thyself. Birds of a feather will flock together. Christmas comes but once a year; And when it comes, it brings good cheer; But when it's gone, it's never the near. Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better. By fits and starts. By and by is easily said. Care will kill a cat. Cats hide their claws. Constant dropping wears the stone. Count not your chickens before they are hatched. Debt is the worst poverty. Do not spur a free horse. Don't cry till you are out of the wood. Drive thy business; let not that drive thee. Early to bed, and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. East or west, home is best. Enough is as good as a feast. Everybody's business is nobody's business.

HAPPY THOUGHT.

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

THE SUN'S TRAVELS.

The sun is not abed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes.

While here at home, in shining day, We round the sunny garden play, Each little Indian sleepy-head Is being kissed and put to bed.

And when at eve I rise from tea, Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea; And all the children in the West Are getting up and being dressed. MY BED IS A BOAT.

My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's coat And starts me in the dark.

At night, I go on board and say Good-night to all my friends on shore; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more.

And sometimes things to bed I take, As prudent sailors have to do; Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, Perhaps a toy or two.

All night across the dark we steer; But when the day returns at last, Safe in my room, beside the pier, I find my vessel fast.

THE SWING.

How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown-- Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!

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Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John Guard the bed that I lie on! Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; One to watch, one to pray, And two to bear my soul away.

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Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With cockle-shells, and silver bells, And pretty maids all in a row.

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Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare, As can compare With old King Cole and his fiddlers three!

MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone; But when she came there, The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's To buy him some bread; But when she came back, The poor dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin; But when she came back. The poor dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish To get him some tripe; But when she came back, He was smoking his pipe.

She went to the fishmonger's To buy him some fish; And when she came back, He was licking the dish.

She went to the ale-house To get him some beer; But when she came back, The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern For white wine and red; But when she came back, The dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat; But when she came back, He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's To buy him a wig; But when she came back, He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit; But when she came back, He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat; But when she came back, He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes; But when she came back, He was reading the news.

She went to the seamstress To buy him some linen; But when she came back, The dog was spinning.

She went to the hosiers To buy him some hose; But when she came back, He was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsy, The dog made a bow; The dame said, Your servant, The dog said; Bow, wow.

RUNAWAY BROOK.

"Stop, stop, pretty water!" Said Mary one day, To a frolicsome brook, That was running away.

"You run on so fast! I wish you would stay; My boat and my flowers You will carry away.

"But I will run after: Mother says that I may; For I would know where You are running away."

So Mary ran on; But I have heard say, That she never could find Where the brook ran away.

BED IN SUMMER.

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?

AT THE SEASIDE

When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.

THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS.

When o'er the silent seas alone, For days and nights we've cheerless gone, Oh, they who've felt it know how sweet, Some sunny morn a sail to meet.

Sparkling at once is ev'ry eye, "Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!" our joyful cry; While answering back the sounds we hear, "Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! what cheer? what cheer?"

Then sails are back'd, we nearer come, Kind words are said of friends and home; And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.

PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.

A barking dog seldom bites. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. A cat may look at a king. A chip of the old block. A day after the fair. A fool and his money are soon parted. A fool may ask more questions in an hour than a wise man can answer in seven years. A fool may make money, but it needs a wise man to spend it. A friend in need is a friend indeed. A good garden may have some weeds. A good workman is known by his chips. A hard beginning makes a good ending.

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Three little kittens lost their mittens, And they began to cry: "O 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! And we can have no pie. Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"

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Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop; So I cried, "Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?" And was going to the window To say, "How do you do?" But he shook his little tail, And far away he flew.

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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!

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Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers; A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked; If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

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Rid 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.

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Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger, My song would have been longer.

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See, saw, sacradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, the other foot down, And that is the way to London town.

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Simple Simon met a pieman Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Let me taste your ware."

Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny;" Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed, I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail.

Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle; He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle.

PRETTY COW.

Thank you? pretty cow, that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread, Every day and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

Do not chew the hemlock rank, Growing on the weedy bank; But the yellow cowslips eat, That will make it very sweet. Where the purple violet grows, Where the bubbling water flows, Where the grass is fresh and fine. Pretty cow, go there and dine.

THE STAR.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star; How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

When the glorious sun is set, When the grass with dew is wet, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep; For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

MARY'S LAMB.

Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day,-- That was against the rule; It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb at school.

So the teacher turned him out, But still he lingered near, And waited patiently about, Till Mary did appear.

Then he ran to her, and laid His head upon her arm, As if he said, "I'm not afraid,-- You'll keep me from all harm."

"What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The eager children cry. "Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know," The teacher did reply.

PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.

A watched pot never boils. After dinner sit awhile; after supper walk a mile. All his fingers are thumbs. All is fish that comes to the net. All is not gold that glitters. All's well that ends well. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All your geese are swans. Always taking out of the meal tub, and never putting in, soon comes to the bottom. An inch on a man's nose is much. An old bird is not caught with chaff. An old dog will learn no new tricks. As bare as the back of my hand.

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Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday: This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.

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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.

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The man in the wilderness asked me, How many strawberries grew in the sea. I answered him, as I thought good, As many red herrings as grew in the wood.

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There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

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Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig and away he run! The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street.

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

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There was a man of our town, And he was wondrous wise; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes: And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush, And scratched 'em in again.

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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."

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Tom, Tom, of Islington, Married a wife on Sunday; Brought her home on Monday; Hired a house on Tuesday; Fed her well on Wednesday; Sick was she on Thursday; Dead was she on Friday; Sad was Tom on Saturday, To bury his wife on Sunday.

WEE WILLIE WINKIE.

Wee Willie Winkie Runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs, In his night-gown; Tapping at the window, Crying at the lock, "Are the babes in their bed? For it's now ten o'clock."

SINGING.

Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships upon the seas.

The children sing in far Japan, The children sing in Spain; The organ with the organ man Is singing in the rain.

THE COW.

The friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart.

She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass And wet with all the showers. She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers.

GOOD-NIGHT AND GOOD-MORNING.

A fair little girl sat under a tree, Sewing as long as her eyes could see; Then smoothed her work and folded it right And said, "Dear work, good-night, good-night!"

Such a number of rooks came over her head, Crying "Caw! Caw!" on their way to bed, She said, as she watched their curious flight, "Little black things, good-night, good-night!"

The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed, The sheep's "Bleat! Bleat!" came over the road; All seeming to say, with a quiet delight, "Good little girl, good-night, good-night!"

She did not say to the sun, "Good-night!" Though she saw him there like a ball of light; For she knew he had God's time to keep All over the world and never could sleep.

The tall pink foxglove bowed his head; The violets curtsied, and went to bed; And good little Lucy tied up her hair, And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer.

And while on her pillow she softly lay, She knew nothing more till again it was day; And all things said to the beautiful sun, "Good-morning, good-morning! our work is begun."

MOTHER'S EYES.

What are the songs the mother sings? Of birds and flowers and pretty things; Baby lies in her arms and spies All his world in the mother's eyes.

What are the tales the mother tells? Of gems and jewels and silver bells; Baby lies in her arms and spies All his wealth in the mother's eyes.

What are the thoughts in the mother's mind? Of the gentle Saviour, loving and kind; Baby lies in her arms and spies All his heaven in the mother's eyes.

THE LAND OF NOD.

From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go, With, none to tell me what to do-- All alone beside the streams And up the mountain sides of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad, Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear.

PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.

A lass that has many wooers oft fares the worst. A lazy sheep thinks its wool heavy. A little leak will sink a great ship. A living dog is better than a dead lion. A man of words, and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds. A man's house is his castle. A miss is as good as a mile. A penny for your thought. A penny saved is a penny got. A rolling stone will gather no moss. A small spark makes a great fire. A stitch in time saves nine. A tree is known by its fruit.

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When I was a little boy, I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf; The rats and the mice did lead me such a life, I was forced to go to London to buy me 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.

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Where are you going, my pretty maid? "I'm going a-milking, sir," she said. May I go with you, my pretty maid? "You're kindly welcome, sir," she said. What is your father, my pretty maid? "My father's a farmer, sir," she said.

Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid? "Yes, if you please, kind sir," she said. Will you be constant, my pretty maid? "That I can't promise you, sir," she said. Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid! "Nobody asked you, sir!" she said.

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Who killed Cock Robin? "I," said the Sparrow, "With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."