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.
Who stands yonder ?
Little Betsy Baker ;
Take her up, and shake her.
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Where shall I wander ?
Up stairs, down stairs,
And in my lady's chamber ;
There I met an old man
That would not say his prayers ;
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him down stairs.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
WHO comes here ?|
What do you want ?
A pot of beer.
Where is your money ?
Get you gone,
You drunken sot!
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barber shaved the mason,|
As I suppose
Cut off his nose,
And popp'd it in the basin.
Peg, with a wooden leg,|
Her father was a miller :
He tossed the dumpling at her head,
And said he could not kill her.
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!
|[In the following, the various parts of the countenance are touched as the lines are repeated ; and at the close the chin is struck playfully, that the tongue may be gently bitten.]|
/ p.193 /
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.
Sits upon his cracket;
Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket ;
Make him coat and jacket,
Breeches to the knee.
And if you will not have him, you may let him be.
barber, shave a pig,|
How many hairs will make a wig ?
"Four and twenty, that's enough."
Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff.
buy you a tartan bonnet,|
And some feathers to put on it,
Tartan trews and a phillibeg,
Because you are so like your daddy.
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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.
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.
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 !
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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.
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.
I went up sandy hill,|
I met a sandy boy ;
I cut his throat, I sucked his blood,
And left his skin a hanging-o.
a little castle upon the sea-side,|
One half was water, the other was land ;
I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found ;
I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.
The cup was gold, filled with wine ;
Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine !
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I went over the water,|
The water went over me,
I heard an old woman crying,
Will you buy some furmity ?
to bed, Tom !|
Go to bed, Tom !
Drunk or sober,
Go to bed, Tom !
a little pony,|
His name was Dapple-gray,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away;
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire ;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady's hire.
Without tooth or tongue ;
If you'll give me your finger,
I'll give you my thumb.
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bah, black sheep,|
Have you any wool ?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full :
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.
dowt, my fire's all out,|
My little dame is not at home !
I'll saddle my cock, and bridle my hen,
And fetch my little dame home again !
Home she came, tritty trot,
She asked for the porridge she left in the pot ;
Some she ate and some she shod,
And some she gave to the truckler's dog ;
She took up the ladle and knocked its head,
And now poor Dapsy dog is dead !
WASH hands, wash,|
Pussey's gone to plough ;
If you want your hands washed,
Have them washed now.
many days has my baby to play ?|
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY has come up to town,|
In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
weave diaper thick, thick, thick,|
And I can weave diaper thin,
I can weave diaper out of doors,
And I can weave diaper in.
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 ?
/ p.199 /
let's to bed,|
Says Sleepy-head ;
Tarry a while, says Slow :
Put on the pot,
Let's sup before we go.
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.
diddle doubt, my candle's out,|
My little maid is not at home :
Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maid home.
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.
/ p.200 /
hussy, where's your horse ?|
Hussy, hussy, gone to grass !
Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,
Hussy, hussy, let him alone.
a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang ?|
At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
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.
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.
I was a little boy, I had but little wit,|
It is some time ago, and I've no more yet ;
Nor ever ever shall, until that I die,
For the longer I Iive, the more fool am I.
/ p.201 /
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.
rain, go away,|
Come again another day ;
Little Arthur wants to play.
the news of the day,|
Good neighbour, I pray ?
They say the balloon
Is gone up to the moon.
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.
/ p.202 /
As the dog went to Dover ;
When he came to a stile,
Jump he went over.
old man and I fell out ;|
How shall we bring this matter about ?
Bring it about as well as you can,
Get you gone, you little old man !
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 dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town ;
Some in jags,
Some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns.
/ p.203 /
Eat the pudding and left the bag.
minx ! the old witch winks,|
The fat begins to fry :
There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, mother, and I.
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.
a body meet a body,|
In a field of fitches ;
Can a body tell a body
Where a body itches?
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boy blue, come blow up 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 haycock fast asleep.
Will you wake him ? No, not I ;
For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.