CONTENTS
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- 9. Girls and Boys.
- 10, 11. The Mulberry Bush.
- 12. Oranges and Lemons.
- 13. St. Paul’s Steeple.
- 14, 15. My Lady’s Garden.
- 16. Natural History.
- 17. Lavender’s Blue.
- 18, 19. I saw Three Ships.
- 20. Ding Dong Bell.
- 21. Puss at Court.
- 22. Three Blind Mice.
- 23. Dickory Dock.
- 24, 25. Ye Frog’s Wooing.
- 26, 27. Ye Frog and Ye Crow.
- 28, 29. Mrs. Bond.
- 30. Xmas Day in ye Morning.
- 31. Little Jack Horner.
- 32, 33. King Arthur.
- 34. Ye Jolly Miller.
- 35. Ye Song of Sixpence.
- 36, 37. Bo-Peep.
- 38. Baa! Baa! Black Sheep.
- 39. Tom, the Piper’s Son.
- 40, 41. There was a Lady Loved a Swine.
- 42. Over the Hills & far away.
- 43. Cock Robin & Jenny Wren.
- 44, 45. I had a little Nut Tree.
- 46. Dr. Faustus.
- 47. Three Children.
- 48, 49. My Pretty Maid.
- 50. The Ploughboy in Luck.
- 51. Warm Hands.
- 52, 53. Jack & Jill.
- 54. Dance a Baby.
- 55. Hush-a-by Baby.
- 56. King Cole.
GIRLS AND BOYS
| 1. Girls and boys come out to play, The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper, and leave your sleep; Come to your playfellows in the street;2. Come with a whoop, and come with a call. Come with a good will or not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, A penny loaf will serve you all. |
THE MVLBERRY BVSH
| Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush; Here we go round the mulberry bush, All on a frosty morning.This is the way we clap our hands, This is the way we clap our hands, This is the way we clap our hands, All on a frosty morning. |
ORANGES & LEMONS
| Oranges and lemons, says the bells of St. Clemen’s; You owe me five farthings, says the bells of St. Martin’s; When will you pay me, says the bells of Old Bailey; When I grow rich, says the bells of Shoreditch; When will that be? says the bells of Stepney; I do not know, says the great bell of Bow.Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop off your head. |
ST PAVL’S STEEPLE
| Upon Paul’s steeple stands a tree As full of apples as may be, The little boys of London town They run with hooks to pull them down; And then they run from hedge to hedge Until they come to London Bridge. |
MY LADY’S GARDEN
| How does my lady’s garden grow? How does my lady’s garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row! |
NATURAL HISTORY
| 1. What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails and puppy-dog’s tails, And that are little boys made of.2. What are little girls made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and all that’s nice, And that are little girls made of.3. What are young men made of? What are young men made of? Sighs and leers, and crocodile tears, And that are young men made of. 4. What are young women made of? |
LAVENDER’S BLUE
| 1. Lavender’s blue, diddle, diddle! Lavender’s green; When I am king, diddle, diddle! You shall be queen.2. Call up your men, diddle, diddle! Set them to work; Some to the plough, diddle, diddle! Some to the cart.3. Some to make hay, diddle, diddle! Some to cut corn; While you and I, diddle, diddle! Keep ourselves warm. |
I SAW THREE SHIPS
| 1. I saw three ships come sailing by, Sailing by, sailing by, I saw three ships come sailing by, On New-year’s Day in the morning.2. And what do you think was in them then, In them then, in them then, And what do you think was in them then, On New-year’s Day in the morning?3. Three pretty girls were in them then, In them then, in them then, Three pretty girls were in them then, On New-year’s Day in the morning. 4. And one could whistle, and one could sing, |
DING DONG BELL
| Ding dong bell! Pussy’s in the well! Who put her in? Little Tommy Lin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that To drown poor pussy-cat, Who ne’er did any harm, But killed all the mice in father’s barn. |
PUSS AT COURT
| “Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?” “I’ve been to London to look at the Queen.” “Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?” “I caught a little mouse under the chair.” |
THREE BLIND MICE
| Three blind mice, See how they run! They all ran after the farmer’s wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife; Did ever you hear such a thing in your life? Three blind mice. DICKORY DOCK
Ye FROG’S WOOING
Ye FROG & Ye CROW
[*] Here the crow swallows the frog. MRS. BOND
XMAS DAY IN Ye MORNING
LITTLE IACK HORNER
KING ARTHUR
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DICKORY DOCK
| Hickory, dickory dock! The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, dickory dock! |
Ye FROG’S WOOING
| 1. |
| It was the frog lived in the well, Heigh-ho! says Rowley; And the merry mouse under the mill, With a Rowley, Powley, Gammon, and Spinach, Heigh-ho! says Anthony Rowley. |
| 2. |
| The frog he would a-wooing ride, Heigh-ho, &c. Sword and buckler at his side, With a, &c. |
| 3. |
| When upon his high horse set, Heigh-ho, &c. His boots they shone as black as jet, With a, &c. |
| 4. |
| When he came to the merry mill-pin, Heigh-ho, &c. “Lady Mouse, are you within?” With a, &c. |
| 5. |
| Then came out the dusty mouse, Heigh-ho, &c. “I am the lady of this house,” With a, &c. |
| 6. |
| “Hast thou any mind of me?” Heigh-ho, &c. “I have e’en great mind of thee,” With a, &c. |
| 7. |
| “Who shall this marriage make?” Heigh-ho, &c. “Our lord, which is the rat,” With a, &c. |
| 8. |
| “What shall we have to our supper?” Heigh-ho, &c. “Three beans in a pound of butter,” With a, &c. |
| 9. |
| But when the supper they were at, Heigh-ho, &c. The frog, the mouse, and e’en the rat, With a, &c. |
| 10. |
| Then came in Tib, our cat, Heigh-ho, &c. And caught the mouse e’en by the back, With a, &c. |
| 11. |
| Then did they separate, Heigh-ho, &c. The frog leaped on the floor so flat, With a, &c. |
| 12. |
| Then came in Dick, our drake, Heigh-ho, &c. And drew the frog e’en to the lake, With a, &c. |
| 13. |
| The rat he ran up the wall, Heigh-ho, &c. And so the company parted all, With a, &c. |
Ye FROG & Ye CROW
| 1. A jolly fat frog lived in the river swim, O! A comely black crow lived on the river brim, O! “Come on shore, come on shore,” Said the crow to the frog, and then, O! “No, you’ll bite me, no, you’ll bite me,” Said the frog to the crow again, O!2. “O! there is sweet music on yonder green hill, O! And you shall be a dancer, a dancer in yellow, All in yellow, all in yellow.” Said the crow to the frog, and then, O! “All in yellow, all in yellow,” Said the frog to the crow again, O!3. “Farewell, ye little fishes, that in the river swim, O! I’m going to be a dancer, a dancer in yellow.” “O beware! O beware!” Said the fish to the frog, and then, O! “I’ll take care, I’ll take care,” Said the frog to the fish again, O! 4. The frog began a swimming, a swimming to land, O! 5. “But where is the sweet music on yonder green hill, O? |
[*] Here the crow swallows the frog.
MRS. BOND
| 1. “Oh, what have you got for dinner, Mrs. Bond?” “There’s beef in the larder, and ducks in the pond;” “Dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come to be killed, For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!”2. “John Ostler, go fetch me a duckling or two, John Ostler go fetch me a duckling or two; Cry dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come and be killed, For you must be stuffed, and my customers filled!”3. “I have been to the ducks that are swimming in the pond, And they won’t come to be killed, Mrs. Bond; I cried dilly, dilly, dilly, dilly, come and be killed, For you must be stuffed, and the customers filled!” 4. Mrs. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage, |
XMAS DAY IN Ye MORNING
| 1. Dame, get up and bake your pies, Bake your pies, bake your pies; Dame, get up and bake your pies, On Christmas-day in the morning.2. Dame, what makes your maidens lie, Maidens lie, maidens lie? Dame, what makes your maidens lie, On Christmas-day in the morning?3. Dame, what makes your ducks to die, Ducks to die, ducks to die? Dame, what makes your ducks to die, On Christmas-day in the morning? 4. Their wings are cut, they cannot fly, |
LITTLE IACK HORNER
| Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!” |
KING ARTHUR
| 1. When good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king— He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag pudding.2. A bag pudding the Queen did make, And stuffed it well with plums, And in it put great lumps of fat As big as my two thumbs.3. The King and Queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside, And what they could not eat that night The Queen next morning fried. |
Ye JOLLY MILLER
| There was a jolly miller once Lived on the river Dee; He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he. And this the burden of his song For ever used to be, “I care for nobody, no, not I, And nobody cares for me.” |
Ye SONG of SIXPENCE
| 1. Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket fall of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie; When the pie was open the birds began to sing, Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king?2. The king was in his counting-house counting out his money; The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden hanging out her clothes, When up came a blackbird and pecked off her nose. |
BO-PEEP
| 1. Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep, And didn’t know where to find them; Let them alone, they’ll all come home And bring their tails behind them.2. Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting.3. 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 their tails behind them. 4. It happened one day as Bo-Peep did stray 5. She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, |
BAA! BAA! BLACK SHEEP
| “Baa! Baa! 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 that lives down the lane!” |
TOM, THE PIPER’S SON
| Tom, Tom, the piper’s son, Stole a pig and away did run; The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street. |
THERE WAS A LADY LOVED A SWINE
| 1. There was a lady loved a swine, “Honey!” said she; “Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?” “Hunc!” said he.2. “I’ll build thee a silver sty, Honey!” said she; “And in it thou shalt lie!” “Hunc!” said he.3. “Pinned with a silver pin, Honey!” said she; “That thou mayest go out and in,” “Hunc!” said he. 4. “Will thou have me now, |
OVER THE HILLS & FAR AWAY
| 1. Tom he was a piper’s son, He learnt to play when he was young; But all the tunes that he could play Was “Over the hills and far away.” Over the hills and a great way off, The wind shall blow my top-knot off.2. Tom with his pipe made such a noise That he pleased both the girls and boys, And they stopped to hear him play, “Over the hills and far away.” Over the hills, &c. |
COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN
| 1. ’Twas on a merry time, When Jenny Wren was young, So neatly as she danced, And so sweetly as she sung, Robin Redbreast lost his heart, He was a gallant bird, He doffed his cap to Jenny Wren, Requesting to be heard.2. “My dearest Jenny Wren, If you will but be mine, You shall dine on cherry pie, And drink nice currant wine; I’ll dress you like a gold-finch, Or like a peacock gay, So if you’ll have me, Jenny, dear, Let us appoint the day.”3. Jenny blushed behind her fan And thus declared her mind— “So let it be to-morrow, Rob, I’ll take your offer kind; Cherry pie is very good, And so is currant wine, But I will wear my plain brown gown, And never dress too fine.” 4. Robin Redbreast got up early, |
I HAD A LITTLE NVT-TREE
| I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear; The King of Spain’s daughter came to visit me, And all for the sake of my little nut-tree. |
DR. FAVSTVS
| Doctor Faustus was a good man, He whipt his scholars now and then; When he whipt he made them dance Out of England into France; Out of France into Spain, And then he whipt them back again. |
THREE CHILDREN
| 1. Three children sliding on the ice, All on a summer’s day, As it fell out, they all fell in, The rest they ran away.2. Now, had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground, Ten thousand pounds to one penny, They had not all been drowned. 3. You parents all that children have, |
My Pretty Maid
| 1. “Where are you going to, my pretty maid? Where are you going to, my pretty maid?” “I’m going a-milking, Sir,” she said, “Sir,” she said, “Sir,” she said, “I’m going a-milking, Sir,” she said.2. “Shall I go with you, my pretty maid?” “Yes, if you please, kind Sir,” she said, “Sir,” she said, “Sir,” she said, “Yes, if you please, kind Sir,” she said. 3. “What is your fortune, my pretty maid?” 4. “Then I can’t marry you, my pretty maid.” |
THE PLOVGH BOY IN LVCK
| 1. My daddy is dead, but I can’t tell you how; He left me six horses to follow the plough; With my whim wham waddle ho! Strim stram straddle ho! Bubble ho! pretty boy, over the brow.2. I sold my six horses to buy me a cow; And wasn’t that a pretty thing to follow the plough? With my, &c. 3. I sold my cow to buy me a calf, 4. I sold my calf to buy me a cat, 5. I sold my cat to buy me a mouse, |
WARM HANDS
| Warm hands, warm, thy men are gone to plough; If you want to warm your hands, warm your hands now. |
Jack and Jill
| 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. |
DANCE A BABY
| Dance a baby diddy! What can mammy do wid’e? Sit in her lap, Give it some pap, And dance a baby diddy! |
HVSH-A-BY BABY
| Hush-a-by baby on the tree-top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall— Down comes baby, cradle and all! KING COLE
FINIS
THE BABY’S BOUQUÊTA FRESH BUNCH
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| Hot Cross Buns! Hot Cross Buns! One a penny, two a penny, Hot Cross Buns! If you have no daughters, If you have no daughters, If you have no daughters, Pray give them to your sons; But if you have none of these little elves, Then you must eat them all yourselves. |
| There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket, Seventeen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I could not but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom. “Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I; “O whither, O whither, O whither so high?” “To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, And I’ll be with you by-and-by!” |
| There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket, Seventeen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I could not but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom. “Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I; “O whither, O whither, O whither so high?” “To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, And I’ll be with you by-and-by!” |
The north wind doth blow
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then—poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing—poor thing!
| Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse; Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond. Les beaux messieurs font comm’ ça, Et puis encor’ comm’ ça: Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse, Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond.2Les belles dames font comm’ ça, Et puis encore comm’ ça: Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse, Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond.3Et les capucins font comm’ ça, Et puis encore comm’ ça: Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse, Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond. |
| Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse; Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond. Les beaux messieurs font comm’ ça, Et puis encor’ comm’ ça: Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse, Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond.2Les belles dames font comm’ ça, Et puis encore comm’ ça: Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse, Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond.3Et les capucins font comm’ ça, Et puis encore comm’ ça: Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse, Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond. |
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| London Bridge is broken down, Dance over my Ladye Lea; London Bridge is broken down: With a gay ladye.2How shall we build it up again? Dance over my Ladye Lea; How shall we build it up again? With a gay ladye.3Silver and gold will be stole away, Dance over my Ladye Lea; Silver and gold will be stole away: With a gay ladye.4Iron and steel will bend and bow, Dance over my Ladye Lea; Iron and steel will bend and bow: With a gay ladye.5Wood and clay will wash away, Dance over my Ladye Lea; Wood and clay will wash away: With a gay ladye.6Build it up with stone so strong, Dance over my Ladye Lea; Huzza! ’twill last for ages long. With a gay ladye. |
CHARLEY OVER THE WATER
| Over the water, and over the lea, And over the water to Charley; And Charley loves good ale and wine, And Charley loves good brandy, And Charley loves a pretty girl As sweet as sugar candy.2 Over the water and over the sea, And over the water to Charley; I’ll have none of your nasty beef, Nor I’ll have none of your barley. But I’ll have some of your very best flour To make a white cake for my Charley. |
| There were three little kittens Put on their mittens To eat some Christmas pie. Mew, mew, Mew, mew, Mew, mew, mew.2These three little kittens They lost their mittens, And all began to cry. Mew, mew, &c.3“Go, go, naughty kittens, And find your mittens, Or you shan’t have any pie.” Mew, mew, &c.4These three little kittens They found their mittens, And joyfully they did cry. Mew, mew, &c.5“O Granny, dear! Our mittens are here, Make haste and cut up the pie!” Purr-rr, purr-rr, purr-rr-rr. |
PUSSY-CAT
| Pussy-cat high, Pussy-cat low, Pussy-cat was a fine teazer of tow.2Pussy-cat she came into the barn, With her bag-pipes under her arm.3And then she told a tale to me, How Mousey had married a humble bee.4Then was I ever so glad, That Mousey had married so clever a lad. |
| Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Says the fly, says he, “Will you marry me, And live with me, Sweet humble bee?”2Says the bee, says she, “I’ll live under your wing, “And you’ll never know “That I carry a sting.” Fiddle-de-dee, &c.3So when the parson Had joined the pair, They both went out To take the air, Fiddle-de-dee, &c.4And the flies did buzz, And the bells did ring— Did ever you hear So merry a thing? Fiddle-de-dee, &c.5And then to think That of all the flies The humble bee Should carry the prize. Fiddle-de-dee, &c. |
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