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Heading: Supplement. Image: Mother playing with baby on lap

[Game on a child's features.]
HERE sits the Lord Mayor........ forehead.
    Here sit his two men.............. eyes.
Here sits the cock....................... right cheek.
    Here sits the hen.................... left cheek.
Here sit the little chickens......... tip of nose.
    Here they run in.................... mouth.
Chinchopper, chinchopper,
    Chinchopper, chin !...............

chuck the chin.

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[A game-rhyme.]
TRIP and go, heave and hoe,
Up and down, to and fro ;
From the town to the grove
Two and two let us rove,
A-maying, a-playing ;
Love hath no gainsaying ;
So merrily trip and go,
Merrily trip and go !

[A storm of wind.]
ARTHUR O'Bower has broken his band,
He comes roaring up the land ;—
The King of Scots, with all his power,
Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower !

MAKE three-fourths of a cross,
     And a circle complete ;
And let two semicircles
     On a perpendicular meet :
Next add a triangle
     That stands on two feet;
Next two semicircles,
     And a circle complete.

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[A swarm of bees.]
AS I was going o'er Tipple Tine,
I met a flock of bonny swine ;
     Some green-lapp'd,
     Some green-back'd ;
They were the very bonniest swine
That e'er went over Tipple Tine.

[A sun-beam.]
HICK-a-more Hack-a-more,
Hung on a kitchen-door ;
     Nothing so long,
     And nothing so strong,
As Hick-a-more Hack-a-more
Hung on the kitchen-door !

O WHERE are you going,
     My pretty maiden fair,
With your red rosy cheeks
     And your coal-black hair ?—

I'm going a-milking—
     Kind sir, says she—
And it's dabbling in the dew—
     Where you'll find me !

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[A fire-brand with sparks on it.]
AS I was going o'er London Bridge,
     And peep'd through a nick,
I saw four and twenty ladies
     Riding on a stick !

THERE was a man and he was mad,
And he jump'd into a pea-swad ;*
The pea-swad was over-full,
So he jump'd into a roaring bull ;
The roaring bull was over-fat,
So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat ;
The gentleman's hat was over-fine,
So he jump'd into a bottle of wine ;
The bottle of wine was over-dear,
So he jump'd into a bottle of beer ;
The bottle of beer was over-thick,
So he jump'd into a club-stick ;
The club-stick was over-narrow,
So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow ;
The wheel-barrow began to crack,
So he jump'd on to a hay-stack ;
The hay-stack began to blaze,
So he did nothing but cough and sneeze !

* The pod or shell of a pea.

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[An egg.]
HUMPTY Dumpty lay in a beck,*
With all his sinews round his neck ;
Forty doctors and forty wrights
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty to rights !

* A rivulet. A North country word.

I LOV'D a lad, a handsome lad,
     I lov'd him so sincerely ;
He play'd his part that won my heart,
     I lov'd him too right dearly :
O you may laugh, but I could cry—
     O is it not a pity, O is it not a pity,
            O is it not a pity !

My cruel aunt would laugh and taunt,
     And cry, "young girls should tarry;"
Because she yet could never get
     A man in mind to marry.
O you may laugh, but I will cry—
     O is it not a pity, O is it not a pity,
            O is it not a pity!

FOR every evil under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, try and find it ;
If there be none, never mind it.

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A PRETTY little girl in a round-eared cap
I met in the streets t'other day ;
       She gave me such a thump,
       That my heart it went bump ;
I thought I should have fainted away !
I thought I should have fainted away !

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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Boy dressed as blackened sweep

     [A Christmas custom in Lancashire. The boys dress themselves up with ribands, and perform various pantomimes, after which one of them, who has a blackened face, a rough skin coat, and a broom in his hand, sings as follows.]
HERE come I,
    Little David Doubt ;
If you don't give me money,
    I'll sweep you all out.
Money I want,
    And money I crave ;
If you don't give me money,
    I'll sweep you all to the grave !

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[Hours of sleep.]
NATURE requires five,
     Custom gives seven !
Laziness takes nine,
     And Wickedness eleven.

[Mind your punctuation !]
I SAW a peacock with a fiery tail,
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,
I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,
I saw an oak creep upon the ground,
I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,
I saw the sea brimful of ale,
I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,
I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,
I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,
I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,
I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.

      LITTLE Polly Flinders
     Sate among the cinders,
Warming her pretty little toes ;
     Her mother came and caught her,
     And whipp'd her little daughter
For spoiling her nice new clothes.

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[An egg.]
AS I was going over London Bridge,
I saw something under a hedge ;
'Twas neither fish, flesh, feather nor bone,
And yet in three weeks it runned alone.

      O RARE Harry Parry,
     When will you marry ?
When apples and pears are ripe.
     I'll come to your wedding,
     Without any bidding,
And dance with your bride all night.

HICKUP, snicup,
Rise up, right up !
Three drops in the cup
Are good for the hiccup.

UP at Piccadilly oh !
     The coachman takes his stand,
And when he meets a pretty girl,
     He takes her by the hand ;
           Whip away for ever oh !
           Drive away so clever oh !
           All the way to Bristol oh !
      He drives her four-in-hand.

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IF a man who turnips cries
Cries not when his father dies,
It is proof that he would rather
Have a turnip than his father.

BOW, wow, wow,
     Whose dog art thou ?
Little Tom Tinker's dog,
     Bow, wow, wow.

WHEN little Sammy Soapsuds
     Went out to take a ride ;
In looking over London Bridge
     He fell into the tide.

His parents never having taught
     Their double S to swim,
The tide soon got the mastery,
     And made an end of him.

ONE a penny, two a penny, hot cross-buns ;
If your daughters do not like them give them
          to your sons.
But if you should have none of these pretty
          little elves,
You cannot do better than to eat them yourselves.

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Amo, amas, I love a lass,
     As a cedar tall and slender ;
Sweet cowslips grace her nominative case,
     And she's of the feminine gender.

WHEN shall we be married,
     My dear Nicholas Wood?
We will be married on Monday,
     And will not that be very good ?
What shall we be married no sooner ?
     Why sure the man's gone wood !*

What shall we have for our dinner,
     My dear Nicholas Wood ?
We will have bacon and pudding,
     And will not that be very good ?
What shall we have nothing more ?
     Why sure the man's gone wood !

Who shall we have at our wedding,
     My dear Nicholas Wood ?
We will have mammy and daddy,
     And will not that be very good ?
What shall we have nobody else?
     Why sure the man's gone wood !

     * Mad. This sense of the word has long been obsolete; and exhibits, therefore, the antiquity of these lines.

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PIT, Pat, well-a-day,
Little Robin flew away ;
Where can little Robin be ?
Gone into the cherry tree.

LAVENDERS blue, dilly, dilly, lavenders green,
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen ;
Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work,
Some to the plough, dilly, dilly, some to the cart ;
Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to thresh corn,
Whilst you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm.

     [This should be accompanied by a kind of pantomimic dance, in which the motions of the body and arms express the process of weaving; the motion of the shuttle, &c.]
WEAVE the diaper tick-a-tick tick,
Weave the diaper tick—
Come this way, come that,
As close as a mat.
Athwart and across, up and down, round about,
And forwards, and backwards and inside, and out ;
Weave the diaper thick-a-thick thick,
Weave the diaper thick !

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FATHER SHORT came down the lane,
     Oh ! I'm obliged to hammer and smite
     From four in the morning till eight at night,
For a bad master, and a worse dame.

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

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 !

HANNAH Bantry in the pantry,
     Eating a mutton bone ;
How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,
     When she found she was alone !

     OLD Sir Simon the king,
And young Sir Simon the 'squire,
        And old Mrs. Hickabout
        Kicked Mrs. Kickabout
Round about our coal fire !

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ON New Year's-day, as I've heard say,
Richard he mounted his dapple grey ;
He put on his roast-beef clothes,
His shoes, his buckles, and his hose,
Likewise his hat upon his head,
Stuck all round with ribands red !
Thus rode Richard of Dalton Dale
To the parson's house to court Mrs. Jane.
Richard he rode across the moor,
Until he came to the parson's door,
Where he did knock both loud and fast,
Till he made the company amazed at last ;
A trusty servant let him in,
His pleasant courtship to begin.
Richard he strutted about the hall,
And aloud for Mrs. Jane did call :
Mrs. Jane came down straightway
To hear what Richard had got to say ;
He scraped his leg and kissed his hand,
I am, said he—don't you understand ?
Mrs. Jane I fain would know
Whether you'll be my bride or no !
Richard, if I'm to be your bride,
Pray what for a living will you provide,
For I can neither card nor spin,
Nor e'er in my life could do any such thing ?
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Sometimes I reap, sometimes I mow,
And, sometimes, I to the market go ;
With Goodman's hogs, or corn, or hay,
I addle* my ninepence every day,
Ninepence a day will never do,
For I wear silks and satins too ;
Ninepence a day won't keep us with meat,
Odd zooks! could you think of a crown a week ?
There is an old house that stands hard by,
It'll be all my own when my grandfather die,
And if you'll consent to marry me now,
I'll feed you as fat as my grandfather's sow.
Richard's compliments did so delight,
That the company set up a laugh outright ;
So Richard having no more to say,
Mounted his keffin† and rode away.

* Earn. A North country word.
† A horse. A Cheshire word.


WHISTLE, daughter, whistle, whistle daughter dear ;
I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear.
Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound ;
I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound.
Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a cradle,
I cannot whistle, mammy, 'deed I am not able;
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Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a cow,
I cannot whistle, mammy, 'deed I know not how.
Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a man,
I cannot whistle, mammy; whew! yes, I believe I can !

[A Bee.]
I WENT out in the garden to water my knot,*
I saw a young lady a riding a trot;
With her yellow heels and her gibby hose,
If you tell me the riddle I'll give you my nose.

* A garden plat or parterre for flowers.

LEND me thy mare to ride a mile ?
She is lamed, leaping over a stile.
Alack! and I must keep the fair !
I'll give thee money for thy mare.
Oh, oh ! say you so ?
Money will make the mare to go !

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.

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Roger tapping at Dolly's window

YOUNG Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,
          Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump !
He asked for admittance, she answered him "No !"
          Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump !
"No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!"
          Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump !

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BRAVE news is come to town,
     Brave news is carried ;
Brave news is come to town,
     Jemmy Dawson's married.

First he got a porridge-pot,
     Then he bought a ladle ;
Then he got a wife and child,
     And then he bought a cradle.

YOU shall have an apple,
     You shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle-basket,
     When your dad comes home.

[A Star.]
HIGHER than a house, higher than a tree ;
Oh, whatever can that be ?

AS I look'd out o' my chamber window,
       I heard something fall ;
I sent my maid to pick it up,
       But she couldn't pick it 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.

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.

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                 I would if I cou'd,
If I cou'dn't, how cou'd I ?
I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I ?
Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye ?
Cou'd ye, cou'd ye ?
Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye ?

DOODLE, doodle, doo,
The princess lost her shoe ;
     Her highness hopp'd,
     The fidler stopped,
Not knowing what to do.

HIGH, ding, cockatoo-moody,
Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee ;
High, ding, straps of leather,
Two little puppy dogs tied together ;
One by the head, and one by the tail,
And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

MERRY are the bells, and merry would they ring,
Merry was myself, and merry could I sing ;
With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay and free,
And a merry sing-song, happy let us be !
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Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose,
Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose ;
Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be !
Merry have we met, and merry have we been,
Merry let us part, and merry meet again ;
With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be !

WILLY, Willy Wilkin,
Kissed the maids a-milking,
                                     Fa, la la !
And with his merry daffing,
He set them all a laughing,
                                     Ha, ha, ha !

[Patting the foot on the five toes.]
SHOE the colt, shoe !
     Shoe the wild mare ;
Put a sack on her back,
     See if she'll bear.
If she'll bear,
     We'll give her some grains ;
If she won't bear,
     We'll dash out her brains !

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THREE straws on a staff,
Would make a baby cry and laugh.

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.

DIDDLE, diddle, dumpling, my son John !
He went to bed with his breeches on ;
One shoe off, t'other shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.

HICKERY, dickery, 6 and 7,
Alabone Crackabone 10 and 11,
Spin span muskidan ;
Twiddle 'um twaddle 'um, 21.

I'LL tell you a story about Joll M'Rory ;
He went to the wood and shot a tory ;
Then he came back and told his brother,
And went to the wood and shot another.

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Tommy knocking Richard with his mop

TOMMY kept a chandler's shop,
Richard went to buy a mop,
Tommy gave him such a knock,
That sent him out of his chandler's shop.

The Cock.

   Lock the dairy door,
   Lock the dairy door !
The Hen.

   Chickle, chackle, chee,
   I haven't got the key !

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A GOOD child, a good child,
     As I suppose you be,
Never laughed nor smiled
     At the tickling of your knee.

[Imitated from a pigeon.]
CURR dhoo, curr dhoo,
Love me, and I'll love you !

WHERE have you been to-day, Billy, my son ?
Where have you been to-day, my only man !
I've been a-wooing, mother ; make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at heart, and fain would lay down.

What have you ate to-day, Billy, my son ?
What have you ate to-day, my only man ?
I've ate an eel-pie, mother ; make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at heart, and shall die before noon !

HICKUP, hickup, go away !
Come again another day ;
Hickup, hickup, when I bake,
I'll give to you a butter-cake.

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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.
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,

     * This proves the song was not later than the era of chopines, or high cork shoes.
     † Another proof of antiquity. It must probably have been written before the invention of bell-pulls.
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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 !

PUSSEY cat sits by the fire,
     How did she come there ?
In walks the little dog,
     Says "Pussey ! are you there ?
How do you do, Mistress Pussey ?
     Mistress Pussey, how d'ye do ?"
"I thank you kindly, little dog,
     I fare as well as you !"

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[A Chimney.]
BLACK within, and red without ;
Four corners round about.

THERE was a man rode through our town,
     Gray Grizzle was his name ;
His saddle-bow was gilt with gold,
     Three times I've named his name.

PEMMY was a pretty girl,
     But Fanny was a better ;
Pemmy looked like any churl,
     When little Fanny let her.

Pemmy had a pretty nose,
     But Fanny had a better ;
Pemmy oft would come to blows,
     But Fanny would not let her.

Pemmy had a pretty doll,
     But Fanny had a better ;
Pemmy chatter'd like a poll,
     When little Fanny let her.

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Pemmy had a pretty song,
     But Fanny had a better ;
Pemmy would sing all day long,
     But Fanny would not let her.

Pemmy lov'd a pretty lad,
     And Fanny lov'd a better ;
And Pemmy wanted for to wed :
     But Fanny would not let her.

WHEN I was a little girl, about seven years old,
I hadn't got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold ;
So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,
And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown.
I went into the woods and built me a kirk,
And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work ;
The hawk with his long claws, pulled down the stones,
The dove, with her rough bill, brought me them home :
The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,
The bullfinch play'd the organ, and we made merry work.

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Bombay man's pipe being snatched by bird

THERE was a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sunshiny day,
When a bird, called a snipe,
Flew away with his pipe,
Which vex'd the fat man of Bombay.

THIS pig went to market,
     Squeak mouse, mouse, mousey ;
Shoe, shoe, shoe the wild colt,
     And here's my own doll, Dowsy.

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          HERE goes my lord
A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,
     Here goes my lady
A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter !
     Here goes my young master
Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch,
             Jockey-hitch :
     Here goes my young miss,
An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble !
The footman lays behind to tipple ale and wine,
And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up
            his time.

A LITTLE cock-sparrow
     Sat on a tree,
Looking as happy
     As happy could be ;
'Till a boy came by,
     With his bow and arrow,
Says he "I will shoot
     The little cock-sparrow."
His body will make me
     A nice little stew,
And his giblets will make me
     A little pie too :
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Says the little cock-sparrow,
     "I'll be shot if I stay ;"
So he clapt his wings,
     And flew away.

CLAP hands, clap hands !
     Till father comes home ;
For father's got money,
     But mother's got none.
              Clap hands, &c.
                    Till father, &c.

BARNEY BODKIN broke his nose,
Without feet we can't have toes ;
Crazy folks are always mad,
Want of money makes us sad.

IT'S once I courted as pretty a lass,
As ever your eyes did see ;
But now she's come to such a pass,
She never will do for me.
She invited me to her own house,
Where oft I'd been before,
And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,
And I'll never go there any more.

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              MY dear, do you know
              How a long time ago,
                  Two poor little children,
              Whose names I don't know,
Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,
And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.

              And when it was night,
              So sad was their plight,
                  The sun it went down,
              And the moon gave no light !
They sobb'd and they sigh'd, and they bitterly cried,
And the poor little things, they lay down and died.

              And when they were dead,
              The Robins so red
                  Brought strawberry leaves,
              And over them spread;
                       And all the day long,
                       They sung them this song,
"Poor babes in the wood ! Poor babes in the wood !
And don't you remember the babes in the wood ?"