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PAGE 23 24 28 30 30 30 31 31 32 32 33 33 35 36 36 36 37 37 | 38 38 38 39 39 40 40 CONTENTS. Baby Bunting The Yankee Doodles . Eccentric Beauty and the Beast Tommy Tittlemouse, Esq. . Aunt Bantry Curly Locks Llue Beard ; Flicksy, Dicksy, Datsy ! Cock-a-doodle-do ! A Bird in Hand The Dog Ticket Peter Prickett Simple Simon . : : My Mother and your Mother LI would tell you a Story Dolly taken ill: Michaelmas The Old Soldier Fack Sprat Billy Taylor The Hedgehog Spot and Topsy Naughty Puss . : : When I was a Bachelor Tom the Tinker’s Son The Queen of Hearts PAGE 40 AI 42 48 49 50 50 55 56 57 57 58 58 58 59 59 60 60 60 60 61 OI 62 62 63 LTippling Fohn . The Little Sour Old Maid Freddy Rickets . The Little Man and Gun . Taffy the Welshman . A Bed Sing, Sing ! Dance a Baby, diddy . Pussy-Cat Mew Pease Pudding . The Little Husband . The Babes in the Wood Facky Tweazles Polly Hopkins Ba-a, ba-a, Black Sheep Needles and Pins Who comes here ? Nan Etticot Hide and Seek . Little Bo-Peep . A Man of Words Puss in Boots Stokey Fokey Rain, Rain! The House that Fack built Tweedledum and Tweedledee The Little Bird CONTENTS. PAGE 63 64 64 64 65 66 66 66 66 67 67 68 7O 71 71 71 71 72 72 73 74 83 84 84 85 85 The Donkey Ride Old Chairs to mend . Little Red Ridinghood The Milking Maid Three Folly Sailors . Polly, put the Ketile on The Owl Tell-tale Tit Little Miss Muffet The Accident Humpty Dumpty Multiplication Higgledy-Piggledy Blow, Wind, Blow! . Rumty-idy-idity Pigs in the Wood Large A, little a flandy Spandy . A Song of Sixpence . | Hey, diddle diddle 73 Charity Fones Old Mother Hubbard A was an Archer Bow, wow, wow ! Roaming Puss . Fack and .the Beanstalk Charlie iii PAGE 86 86 87 88 89 89 89 89 go go QI gI 92 92 93 93 93 94 95 95 96 97 98 98 99 116 Cinderella . The Three Niggers Pretty Maid Lady Bird Pat a Cake Ding, dong, Bell To Market, to buy a Fat Pig Doctor Foster Cross-Patch The Racing Stud The Old Woman in the Shoe Three Blind Mice Polly Flinders . Doctor Faustus . Fumping Foan . bye, Baby! Bye! The Well . CONTENTS. PAGE 117 120 120 121 121 121 122 122 123 123 123 124 125 125 126 126 126 Say, Sawyer Sack-o’-down Cuckoo on Cherry-tree Henny Penny : Come, Shoe the Young Horse birds of a Feather Rats and Mice . Little Pussy Pretty Polly Cry, Baby! Cry! Fack and Fill Ding Dong Darrow . Little Dolly Dumps . Fack the Giant-Killer No Doubt Gee, wo, Dobbin! Popsy Trotsy Samuel Morgan ~c Teele wow > PAGE 130 130 131 147 148 148 148 Were jingles without reason ; The present rhymes for modern times Are rhymes, and also reason. I’ve twisted and untwisted them To suit the present season, And given each a pleasant turn— May none declare it treason! Here each will find some dear old chum, And smile, too, when he sees him; To meet again the friends of youth Grown up is sure to please him. Fresh morals freely are dispensed, So sweet, each cries ‘Give me some!’ Whilst errors have been swept away With a remorseless besom! ZiDy SL VL LLL LLL Vi VEE ZZ Lucy Locket. UCY LOCKET lost her pocket, ~“ Coming from the fair ; There was nothing in the pocket But her new back-hair. Kitty Fisher found the treasure — Now, was it kind or fair To flourish in this chignon, And let her friend go bare ? Pippin's Firll. NE day I went up Pippin’s Hill— Pippin’s Hill was dirty; There I met a pretty maid, Who, alas! seemed flirty. She declared she’d missed her way * (Which was false, ’tis plain), For with a grin she said, ‘I’m in Search now to find Love Lane,’ I showed the way, I must confess, And now she is my wife you'll guess. jhe Z The Lazy Scholar. OME, you late, lazy scholar, I shall fine you a dollar, Beating time as you howl forth a tune. You may dance while I state How you ever are late, Whilst to-day you have slumbered till noon. >0 Hi on the nail; hold, I guess your tale: Marry, Of the ready you don’t own a farthing, But you tack-tick here, tack-tick there, Your tactics’ to tack-tick too everywhere. i, Goosey, Goosey Gander. OOSEY, Goosey Gander, where did you wander? Upstairs and downstairs, and in the lady’s chamber. Upstairs he wandered, and there to eat found nothing; Downstairs he wandered, and there he found sage stuffing. Up again he wandered, but then twas in a dish, As nicely dressed by our old cook as any one could wish. The Cat up the Plum-tree. IDDLE-ME, riddle-me, rumty, There’s a black cat a-top of our plum-tree ; I'll bet you a crown that I'll soon fetch her down, Riddle-me, riddle-me, rumty. See, here is a stone; and now it is thrown, Riddle-me, riddle-me, rumty. Oh, it’s just missed her head, smashed a window instead, And the cat’s still a-top of our plum-tree. Nebuchadnezzar. EBUCHADNEZZAR, I find from the Wews,* Has sold his young wife for a pair of old shoes: Now, p’raps you'll consider the bargain dirt-cheap, If you do, at conclusions you take a sad leap ;— For I’ve learnt from the man who concluded the barter, She was dear at the price, for he’d purchased a tartar. * The Matrimonial News, 3a. weekly. Cee The Ride. NE day I went out riding, and had a jolly trot ; That day I had a hiding, but this I relished not. Now where had I gone riding? To this I answered not: I shirked another hiding upon a tender spot. The Lion and the Unicorn. HE Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown; The Lion knocked the Unicorn twice upside down. Some gave him white bread, and some gave him brown, For they were sympathising folk in that small county-town. ‘Now, really, said the Unicorn, ‘ I’ve had so many rolls, I'd rather get a jug of beer from you, kind, gen’rous souls.’ oe) Hush-a-bye, Baby. USH-A-BYE, baby, on the tree-top ; When the wind blows the cradle will rock ; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, And down will come cradle, and baby, and all. The dear little babe was a black little crow, One of three, newly-hatched, lying all in a row, In a snug little nest at the top of a tree ; And the wind, let it blow, there no danger can be. ge LDickory Dock. ICKORY, dickory, dock, the mouse ran up the clock ; The clock struck one, and down he run, Dickory, dickory, dock. But a little black kitten came strolling by, - Dickory, dickory, dock ; And she snapped up the mouse and she glanced at the clock, Dickory, dickory, dock. ‘Ah, this is the time of day!’ quoth she ; ‘Tt is dinner-time now both with you and for me.’ Scam ama Margery Daw. EE, saw! Margery Daw sold her bed and lay in the straw ; Wasn't she a dirty slut, to sell her bed and lie in the dirt ? MORAL. From this very sad tale all young folks may relie on it, As they make up their couch they are certain to lie on it, Cole. y Cole was a jolly old soul oO oa Old King D Kin ’ Yea, a merry old soul was he ; ()* And he called for his pipe, And he called for his glass, And he called for his fiddlers three. Old Queen Cole was a very queer soul, And as grumpy as a soul could be; ach maid For she quarrell’d with e ? So got no attention paid Though she rang the bells from dinner-time to tea. ( 2b) But Princess Cole was a darling little soul, As an angel good and kind was she, For she went from door to door To relieve the needy poor, And was happy as a girl can be. a 3 HT " S| We has I OG } SSS ale Ly =< aS = Sa Banbury Cross. IDE a cock-horse To Banbury Cross, And go to the fair as a matter of course ; For there’s a grand circus, and many a show ; And the girls ring their fingers, tie bells to each toe, Ride and dance, and make music wherever they go. Ce) For every Ll. OR ev'ry ill beneath the sun There is some remedy, or none: If there be one, then strive to find it; If there be none, then never mind it. The ill I mourn’s a scolding wife, The cure I’ve sought for half my life, And while she breathes I shall not find it : Talk of her tongue! I’m forced to mind it. tt Little Tom Tucker. ITTLE Tom Tucker sings for his supper— What does he long for, white bread and butter ? How shall he cut it without e’er a knife ? How shall he marry without e’er a wife ? Supper now is ended, ‘ Mother, here’s your knife: Whilst I’ve got you, mother, I'll never want a wife; Whilst I’ve bread and butter, and you love a song, I will sing from lunch to tea—in fact, the whole day long. > The Aquarium. ANET and Marion bought an aquarium, J Full of tadpoles, and weeds, and small fishes ; But Grimalkin one day came out angling that way— Smashed the globe, and brought grief to both misses, me ae) Wishes. F wishes were horses, then beggars might ride ; If women were angels, I’d make one my bride ; But as some are quite t’other, ’tis hard to decide: Oh, the woe with a vixen to be ever tied ! Three Little Kittens. “pee little kittens had washed their mittens, And hung them up to dry, When a dog, just for fun, stole every one, And made all the pussy-cats cry. As the three little kittens had lost their mittens, Their mother, she gave them cuffs On the side of each head—till away they all fled, And rolled over like so many muffs. ee, The Three Bears. AIR little Silverlocks, beautiful child, Abounding in spirits and p’raps rather wild, Of her home she’s the sunshine, the joy, and the life, To the honest young farmer and his honoured wife. Far away through the fields she delighted to ride— Yea, mile after mile—no one else by her side. Then away in the forest she’d ramble, in quest Of a handful of nuts or a chaffinch’s nest. One day she rose early, the woods to explore, And ventured still further than ever before, When she came to a castle of mud, sticks, and stones : “Oh, I wonder,’ thought she, ‘who this funny place owns ? It appears a new place, but is almost a ruin; Oh, I see there’s a name—he is called Mr. Bruin. IT will tap at the door, and may p’raps peep inside ; I can ask for some water, my real thoughts to hide.’ She knocked, and she knocked, and she pulled at the bell, But as nobody came she the latch raised as well, And walked into a parlour, where she found three chairs, And a painting in oil of three comical bears. The first chair was wood, and the next chair was leather ; But the third, made of cane, pleased her most altogether : So she plumped herself down, but arose with a shout, For her sudden descent had the bottom knocked out. Then her eyes met the picture, and didn’t they stare, The large, and the little, and middling bear! Then she strayed to the kitchen, and found, steaming hot, Some savoury porridge just turned from the pot ; Which pleased her so much by its delicious smell, That it soon was applied to her palate as well. But of all the three basonsful, one, like a cup, Was the coolest, and thus she soon gobbled it up. CE eee) In this room, too, a picture she found, I declare, Of a large, and a little, and middling bear. Then she ran up the stairs, as there’s no one about (The family must for the day have gone out), When she came to a room with three beds in a row: ‘Ah, the smallest is softest and snuggest, I know! And as I am tired now, and hot, I just choose To rest a few moments and have a sweet snooze. Oh, how funny ! they’ve got, too, a picture up there, Of a large, and a small, and a middling bear.’ In a very few minutes she fell fast asleep. Had she been but awake it had made her heart leap To hear the gate open, for who should be there But a large, and a small, and a middling bear! ‘There has some one been here!’ cried a voice loud and gruff. ‘There has some one been here!’ said his wife, ‘sure enough.’ ‘And they’ve left the door open, I really declare!’ Said their daughter, the youngest and littlest bear. ‘Oh, I hope, if they’re robbers, that they’ve taken nought, But are still in the house, and may thus soon be caught.’ ‘Let us go to the parlour, and see if they’re there.’ They enter, and Bruin walks up to his chair : ‘There has some one been here, and has stood on my seat !’ ‘There has some one been here, too, with sad muddy feet !’ Dame Bruin exclaimed. ‘If I knew who they were, They should rue it for wiping their feet on my chair.’ Then Miss Bruin, in tears, cried, ‘Oh, dear! I’ve just found That they've broken my new chair right down to the ground !* ‘Let us look to our porridge—it now must be cool ;’ And the dame leads the way. ‘Who has knocked down the stool ? Who has been at my bason ?’ the old father cried. ‘And has cleaned out my porridge ?’ his daughter replied. Then they went to the bed-room, to change their attire -—— ‘ There has some one been here, too, and stirred up the fire!’ D Cee a ‘There has some one been here, too, and turned down my quilt !’ ‘There has some one been here, for the water is spilt !’ ‘There has some one been here!’ cried a voice sharp and shrill ; ‘ There has some one been here, and is lying here still !’ Then Silverlocks, waking, encountered the stare Of the large, and the little, and middling bear. But she feigned fast asleep, just to have a short think, For she felt of a mess she was close to the brink, GY WYliji7___ MM, And considered how she from their presence might steal, Ere her host and her hostess should have their next meal. Now she knows very well she has no business there, Yet would teach them the maxim of bear and forbear. ‘Here she is, sure enough!’ said large, middling, and small; ‘And we'll have her for supper!’ they cried, one and all. ‘Now we'll go,’ said the dame, ‘just to make up the fire ; And, my dear, you must watch till your aid we require. But as soon she will waken, I have little doubt, Cai) I will lock you both in, so that she can’t get out.’ Their footsteps descend, but they scarcely had gone Ere Silverlocks rouses, and feigns a good yawn; Then looks at Miss Bruin, and says, ‘Oh, my dear, What a beautiful mansion you’ve got, love, up here!’ Then Miss Bruin approached, just to give her a hug, But Silverlocks’ shoulders arose with a shrug : ‘Oh, do not come near me! I’m thinner than weasels, And you would be certain to sicken with measles. Oh, save your dear parents and drive me away ; I shall never be happy, I’m sure, from this day, For I often have heard all our folks at home talk Of the danger of eating off measly pork. fé.nd should any ill from my visit betide, I should never forgive myself—not till I died ; And should you now eat me, I plainly can see, In the state I am in, I must sure disagree.’ ‘And have you got measles?’ the little bear said ; ‘And you have been lying so long in my bed! Oh, how shall I ’scape it? Oh, what shall I do? And my parents, alas! they may p’rhaps catch it too!’ Then Silverlocks sprang with a bound from the bed, The coverlet tore into many a shred, Made a rope from the window, and swiftly down slid, And scampered for home like a one-year-old kid. The Weakly Chicken. USH-A-BYE, chicky, the worst out of ten, Thy daddy’s a bantam, thy ma’s a black hen ; Your brothers are crowing, and think they can sing ; Your aunt lays an egg for our baked rice-pudding. ere ta, Ss BBs | 7, SSS yy VS z i ae | .. = : y KT SON Cy <= JX = See FGA SSS Dame Wiggins of Lee. AME WIGGINS of Lee was a worthy old soul, As e’er threaded a needle or washed in a bowl ; Who held mice and rats in such antipathy, That seven fine cats kept Dame Wiggins of Lee. Ce) Now, alas! the Dame died, and I’ve heard folks relate How her friends were dispersed, and each met a sad fate: But if cats won’t, alas! to their morals attend, Of course we expect they will meet some bad end. The first, turning poacher, was caught in a trap, By one of the keepers, who gave her a rap; Then hung her aloft, as a warning to be To all other game-stirs who came nigh that tree. The next went to sea—there’s a wreck and no meat, So poor pussy was cooked, and declared quite a treat. The third it was killed for the sake of its skin, To cover the muffs the girls put.their hands in. The fourth led a sad and a dissolute life, And at length was destroyed for ill-treating his wife. Whilst the fifth o’er the tiles went to take a short cut, And slid down from a roof and was drowned in a butt. The next in a street-fight was killed by a dog ; He had supped with a friend, and had drunk too much grog. The last, growing feeble (the Chronicler says), Was knocked down by a horse and run o’er by the chaise. So this was the end of the seven fine cats Dame Wiggins had kept to preserve her from rats. Oh! how happy they lived with the Dame down at Lee, And how sad that each death was a cat-as-trophy ! Ne OX 6G Wom? ee ee) Little Fack Forner. ITTLE 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!’ Little Jack Horner crept out of his corner, As soon as he’d finished the pie ; But his mother she spied him and gave him a hiding — The reason young folks must guess why. ire: +. + Man and Wife. HERE was a little man, and he had a little wife, And she was both the pleasure and the worry of his life ; For she had a little temper, which she very often lost, Which the poor unlucky fellow found as often to his cost. Hark! hark! ARK! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars they tramp the town ; So to-night let them loose to protect the hen-roost, Or to-morrow our dame will frown ! cee The Snatl. AZY old snail, come out of your shell ; To slumber at night is all very well: But now the sun shines, and your face I would see,— Come, your shutters unclose, or a slug-gard you'll be! [ce-sick-all. HREE children sliding on the ice, Upon a summer's day, As it fell out they all fell in— The rest they ran away. Now, had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground, Ten thousand pounds to one penny They had not all been drowned! These three little children, as since I’ve been told, From their duck in the river all caught a sad cold ; But their toes in hot water, and gruel at night, And a nice little whipping, soon cured them outright ! (32) Peter Piper. ETER PIPER picked a penn’orth of pepper out of a pauper’s pocket. If Peter Piper picked a penn’orth of pepper out of a pauper’s pocket, Where’s the produce of the pauper’s pocket Peter Piper picked ? And where’s the Police ? 7 es: Soe LEN, RE SR Quay Ronee a IME Net ne os ‘i ee Oe Poke: €& OS x fen OFF SS " — \ if sy ns } Mary Contrary. H, Mary, Mary, sweet little fairy, How gaily your garden grows! With its bright blue-bells, and its border of shells, And the columbines planted in rows. Oh, Mary, Mary,*why so contrary ? Oh, wherefore say ‘ No, no, no!’ When I'd make you my wife, and as happy for life As a child at the Lord Mayor's show? (Coes The Little Cock-Sparrow. LITTLE Cock-sparrow sat top of a tree, And he whistled so merry, so happy was he ; Till a little boy came with his bow and his arrow, And threatened to shoot at this little Cock-sparrow. ‘Oh! your body will make me a nice little stew, And your giblets will make me a little pie, too.’ Says the little Cock-sparrow, ‘I'll be shot if I stay, So I’m off, little sportsman, and wish you good day.’ MORAI.. Don’t count up your chickens before they are hatched, Or count on a dinner before it is catched. The Carrion Crow. HERE was an old crow once sat upon an oak, Watching a fat tailor cutting out a cloak : ‘Heigho!’ says the Carrion Crow, ‘You of your trade, sir, very little know!’ ‘Wife!’ cried the tailor, ‘ bring arrows and a bow, And I'll harrow up the feelings of this wretched Carrion Crow!’ ‘ Heigho!’ said the Carrion Crow, ‘Now mind you do not aim too high, and mind don’t shoot too low.’ The tailor shot, but the cruel, treach’rous dart, Flew far wide of the enemy, and pierced the old sow’s heart. ‘Heigho!’ says the Carrion Crow, ‘Passionate old tailor, I guessed it would be so!’ ‘Wife! run and fetch me some treacle in a spoon, That I may try and put an end to our sow’s swoon.’ ‘’Tis useless!’ cried his better-half, now weeping o’er'the slain, ’ SD ‘She must be cured as bacon now—she'll never grunt again,’ E The tailor then cast up a stone to strike the foeman dead ; But midway, lo! to earth it fell, and cracked his old wife’s head. ‘Heigho!’ cries the Carrion Crow, ‘If I must speak, your aims are weak; pray who has felt that blow?’ The tailor now beside himself, his anger mounting higher, Has brought some straw, some sticks, a torch, to set the tree on fire. SN | em N \ oN SS Ww \ Y \\ aN SS ‘Heigho!’ said the Carrion Crow, ‘As now you're getting personal, I. deem it time to go.’ The tree was dry, the wind was high, the flames with great despatch Climb up the oak midst clouds of smoke, and reach the cottage thatch. ‘Heigho!’ cries the Carrion Crow, ‘Excuse me, Mr. Tailor, if over you I crow!’ That night there was a party, the poor old sow was there, And five-and-twenty blackbirds—so I’ve heard folks declare. ‘Heigho !’ sings the Carrion Crow, ‘Let’s drink the funny tailor’s health, my friends, before we go.’ MORAL. Don’t give way to temper, though ’tis much the fashion, And if crows crow over you, don’t get in a passion ; Never go out shooting, if only with a bow, ‘Without a glance on every side—above, behind, below. Bad Companions. OME little mice sat in a hole to spin, Puss came by and puss peeped in— ‘May I come and help you to wind up your threads ?’ ‘Oh, no, Mistress Pussy, you'd bite off our heads!’ ‘Now, surely, you’re joking!’ the Cat replied, ‘On my word and my honour you may confide ; I never touch nothing but bread soaked in milk : Oh, let me then come in to wind up your silk.’ ‘Oh, no, thank you, Miss Puss, we’ve heard mother relate How that she, through your aid, nearly met a sad fate ; And besides, from the books we have read for adyice, We have learnt “there are cats who can feed upon mice !”’ MORAL. Then all you young people from this beware, Against all bad companions the door shut with care ; For had these mice trifled with what mother said, They had all in a moment been dead—quite dead ! ee) Fohn Cook. OHN COOK he had a little grey mare, ] He, he, he, and haw, haw, haw ; Its body was thin and its back it was bare, For he fed it on nothing but straw. John Cook he went riding up Down-come-hill, He, he, he, and haw, haw, haw ; When the mare she laid down, and she made her will, And resolved not to work any more. Now what were her legacies? what was her wealth? He, he, he, and haw, haw, haw ; There ’s a rotten old bridle a-top of the shelf, And a half truss of musty old straw. + - Molly. OLLY my wife and I fell out, And what do you think it was about ? She had money and I had none, This was how the row begun. Molly my wife, when she goes out, Spends twice as much as she ought, no doubt; But declares ’tis her money has been expended, So I hold my tongue, and the row is ended. : Idle Fenny. ENNY, indeed, is come out to weed, But is idle and don’t please her master ; So to her he will pay but a penny a-day, Because she don’t work any faster. (BBR ee) This Pig and that Fig. HIS little pig went to market, (And got sold.) This little pig stayed at home, (Got a cold.) This little pig had roast beef, (Was a thief.) This little pig had none, (Where’s the fun ?) And this t’other little pig went ‘Weak! weak! weak !’ (For about a fortnight). AN We > i\ a8 Toddlekins. RETTY little Toddlekins, stumbling about ; Funny little Toddlekins, turn your toes more out ; Pretty little Toddlekins, lay hold of the chair ; Funny little Toddlekins has tumbled, I declare. Tommy Torment. AUGHTY Tommy Torment did very wicked things— He used to catch blue-bottle flies and pull off legs and wings. His mother, she grew angry, and sold him to a sweep, | So up the sooty chimneys with broom he had to creep: But when he felt right sorry she bought him back again, And never more, may you be sure, will he give insects pain. He studies now their instincts, and finds to his surprise, How clever are their habits—how cunning, and how wise. —__—->0