|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, chin !...............
chuck the chin.
/ p.206 /
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 !
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 !
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.
/ p.207 /
I was going o'er Tipple Tine,|
I met a flock of bonny swine ;
Some green-back'd ;
They were the very bonniest swine
That e'er went over Tipple Tine.
Hung on a kitchen-door ;
Nothing so long,
And nothing so strong,
As Hick-a-more Hack-a-more
Hung on the kitchen-door !
are you going,|
My pretty maiden fair,
With your red rosy cheeks
And your coal-black hair ?—
I'm going a-milking—
/ p.208 /
I was going o'er London Bridge,|
And peep'd through a nick,
I saw four and twenty ladies
Riding on a stick !
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 !
/ p.209 /
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 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,
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.
/ p.210 /
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 !
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
The four-and-twenty sailors,
The captain was a duck,
/ p.211 /
|[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.]|
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 !
/ p.212 /
Custom gives seven !
Laziness takes nine,
And Wickedness eleven.
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.
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.
/ p.213 /
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.
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.
Rise up, right up !
Three drops in the cup
Are good for the hiccup.
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.
/ p.214 /
a man who turnips cries|
Cries not when his father dies,
It is proof that he would rather
Have a turnip than his father.
Whose dog art thou ?
Little Tom Tinker's dog,
Bow, wow, wow.
little Sammy Soapsuds|
Went out to take a ride ;
In looking over London Bridge
He fell into the tide.
His parents never having taught
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
You cannot do better than to eat them yourselves.
/ p.215 /
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.
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,
Who shall we have at our wedding,
* Mad. This sense of the word has long been obsolete; and exhibits, therefore, the antiquity of these lines.|
/ p.216 /
Little Robin flew away ;
Where can little Robin be ?
Gone into the cherry tree.
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.]|
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 !
/ p.217 /
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.
boy went into a barn,|
And lay down on some hay ;
An owl came out and flew about,
And the little boy ran away !
Bantry in the pantry,|
Eating a mutton bone ;
How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,
When she found she was alone !
Sir Simon the king,|
And young Sir Simon the 'squire,
And old Mrs. Hickabout
Kicked Mrs. Kickabout
Round about our coal fire !
/ p.218 /
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 ?
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.
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;
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 !
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.
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 !
Thomas's-day is past and gone,|
And Christmas is a-most a-come,
And make your pies,
And save poor tailor Bobby some.
/ p.221 /
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 !
/ p.222 /
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,
|YOU shall have an apple,|
You shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle-basket,
When your dad comes home.
|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.
/ p.223 /
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,
/ p.224 /
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 !
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 !
|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 !
/ p.226 /
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.
/ p.227 /
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.
|| Lock the dairy door,|
Lock the dairy door !
|| Chickle, chackle, chee,|
I haven't got the key !
/ p.228 /
|A GOOD child, a good child,|
As I suppose you be,
Never laughed nor smiled
At the tickling of your knee.
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 ?
HICKUP, hickup, go away !|
Come again another day ;
Hickup, hickup, when I bake,
I'll give to you a butter-cake.
/ p.229 /
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,
Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb,
Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,*
Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell,†
* 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.
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,
Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest,
Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest,
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 !"
/ p.231 /
|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,
Pemmy had a pretty doll,
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,
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.
/ p.233 /
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.
/ p.234 /
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,
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
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 :
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.
/ p.236 /
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,
And when they were dead,