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“ That I went to Lon-don, to get my-self a wife.
The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so nar-row,
I could not get my wife home with-out a wheel-bar-row.
The wheel-bar-row broke, my wife got a fall,
Down tum-bled wheel-bar-row, lit-tle wife, and all.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
If ever thou mean to thrive.
Nay, I’ll not give my fiddle
To any man alive. ”

“ Were walking down a shady lane,
They saw some berries, bright and red,
That hung around and over head.
And soon the bough they bended down
To make the scarlet fruit their own;
And part they ate, and part in play
They threw about and flung away.
But long they had not been at home
Before poor Jane and little Tom
Were taken sick and ill, to bed,
And since, I’ve heard, they both are dead.
DRESSED OR UNDRESSED. When children are naughty, and will not be drest,
Pray, what do you think is the way?
Why, often I really believe it is best
To keep them in night-clothes all day! ”

“ The Goldfinch came on next, to give away the Bride;
The Linnet, being bride’s-maid, walk’d by Jenny’s side.
And as she was a-walking, said, “Upon my word,
I think that your Cock Robin is a very pretty bird!”
“And will you have her, Robin, to be your wedded wife?”
“Yes, I will,” says Robin, “and love her all my life.”
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“And you will have him, Jenny, your husband now to be?”
“Yes, I will,” says Jenny, “and love him heartily.” ”

“ What should we do for drink?
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
And Jack jump over the candlestick.
Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dish-es, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cush-ion, and sew a fine seam,
And feed up-on straw-ber-ries, su-gar, and cream.
Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep,
They met to-ge-ther in Grace-church Street;
In and out, in and out, o-ver the way,
Oh! says John-ny, ’tis Chop-nose Day.
Is John Smith with-in?
Yes, that he is.
Can he set a shoe? ”

“ Is worse than working bad and slow.
GIVING WITH PRUDENCE. I see, Mama, said little Jane,
A beggar coming down the lane;
O, let me take him (may not I?)
This cheese-cake and some currant pie.
Your charity I much approve,
And something you may take him, love;
But let it be some bread and cheese,
Much better than such things as these.
By giving sweetmeats to the poor
Who never tasted them before,
We spoil the good we have in view,
And teach them wants they never knew. ”

“ There was an old wo-man who liv-ed in a shoe,
She had so ma-ny chil-dren, she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth, with-out any bread,
She whip-ped them all round, and sent them to bed.
There was an old woman
Lived under a hill,
And if she’s not gone
She lives there still.
We are 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. ”

“ Why you are more loved, and more happy than me;
And we’re like mama’s tale of the Wasp and the Bee.
I remember it said, little children beware,
Because like the Wasp if you ill behaved are,
You will never be loved, if you’re ever so fair. ”

“ Sing a song of six-pence, a pock-et full of Rye,
Four and twen-ty Black-birds baked in a Pie;
When the Pie was o-pen-ed, the Birds be-gan to sing;
Was not that a dain-ty dish to set before a King?
The King was in the Count-ing-house, count-ing out his mo-ney;
The Queen was in the Par-lour, eat-ing bread and ho-ney;
The Maid was in the Gar-den, hang-ing out the clothes.
By came a Black-bird, and snap-ped off her nose.
A diller, a dollar,
A ten o’clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon? ”

“ Four and twen-ty tai-lors went to kill a snail,
The best man a-mongst them durst not touch her tail.
She put out her horns, like a lit-tle Ky-loe Cow.
Run, Tai-lors, run, or she’ll kill you all just now. ”

“ And thus, my child, is man on earth,
A thing of mean and mortal birth;
His life a span; his power a breath.
But his immortal better part
Into a higher world will start,
When death his soul and body part.
And then he will glorious rise
With body fitted to the skies,
An Angel’s form, not Butterfly’s!
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There was an old wo-man tos-sed up in a bas-ket,
Nine-ty times as high as the moon;
And where she was go-ing, I could-n’t but ask her,
For in her hand she car-ried a broom.
“Old wo-man, old wo-man, old wo-man,” quoth I,
“Whi-ther, O whi-ther, O whi-ther so high?” ”

“ There was an old woman had three sons,
Jeffery, Jemmy and John;
Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,
And Johnny was never more found:
So there was an end to these three sons,
Jeffery, Jemmy and John.
Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry:
There’s nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, mother, and I.
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CLIMBING ON BACKS OF CHAIRS. What, climb on the back of a chair!
O Henry, how can you do so?
Sometime, if you do not take care,
You will get a most terrible throw.
Suppose grand-mama had got up,
Pray what had become of you then? ”

“ With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.
Ding, dong, darrow,
The cat and the sparrow,
The little dog burnt his tail,
And he shall be whipped to-morrow.
Pit, pat, well-a-day,
Little Robin flew away;
Where can little Robin be?
But up in yon cherry tree.
Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner,
Eat-ing a Christ-mas pie;
He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I!”
it-tle Tom Tuck-er
Sings for his sup-per;
What shall he eat?
White bread and but-ter.
How shall he cut it
With-out e’er a knife?
How will he be mar-ri-ed
With-out e’er a wife? ”

“ Then Jenny she got well and stood upon her feet,
And told Robin plainly she loved him not a bit.
Robin being angry, hopp’d upon a twig,
Saying, “Out upon you, fie upon you, bold-faced jig!”
Jenny Wren fell sick again, and Jenny Wren did die;
The doctors vow’d they’d cure her, or know the reason why.
Doctor Hawk felt her pulse, and shaking his head,
Says, “I fear I can’t save her, because she’s quite dead.”
“She’ll do very well,” says sly Doctor Fox ”

“ She brought it home in less than an hour,
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire, and told many a fine tale.
Ride a cock horse
To Ban-bu-ry Cross,
To see lit-tle Jen-ny
Up-on a white horse. ”

“ See, saw, Mar-ge-ry Daw,
Jen-ny shall have a new mas-ter;
She shall have but a pen-ny a day,
Be-cause she can’t work any fast-er.
Ro-bin and Rich-ard are two pret-ty men,
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Ro-bin and looks in the sky,
“Oh; bro-ther Rich-ard, the sun’s very high!
You go on with the bot-tle and bag,
And I’ll come af-ter with jol-ly Jack Nag.”
Little Nancy Etticote,
In a white petticoat,
With a red nose;
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows. ”

“ Where’s the lit-tle boy that looks af-ter the sheep?
He’s un-der the hay-cock fast a-sleep.
I had a lit-tle po-ny;
They call-ed him dap-ple grey.
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile a-way.
She whip-ped him, she slash-ed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my po-ny now,
For all the lady’s hire.
Pe-ter White
Will ne’er go right,
Would you know the rea-son why?
He fol-lows his nose,
Wher-ever he goes,
And that stands all aw-ry.
See, see. What shall I see?
A horse’s head where his tail should be. ”

“ After such a walk as this.
CHARITY. Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door?
Do not send him away—we must pity the poor.
Oh, see how he shivers!—he’s hungry and cold,
For people can’t work when they grow very old. ”

“ Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings;
Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings.
Mam-ma stood by, and cried, “Oh, fie!
Why did you eat the dump-lings?”
I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep.
She wades the wa-ter, deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the moun-tains, high, high, high.
Poor lit-tle thing! she has but one eye.
1. This lit-tle pig went to mar-ket.
2. This lit-tle pig stay-ed at home.
3. This lit-tle pig got roast beef. ”

“ One for my mas-ter,
One for my dame,
And one for the lit-tle boy
That lives in our lane.
One mis-ty morn-ing,
When clou-dy was the wea-ther,
I met a lit-tle old man,
Cloth-ed all in lea-ther,
Cloth-ed all in lea-ther,
With a strap be-low his chin.
How do you do? and how do you do?
And how do you do a-gain?
Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John,
He went to bed with his stock-ings on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on.
Dee-dle, dee-dle, dump-ling, my son John. ”

“ I bought a lit-tle horse that gal-lop-ed up and down;
I sad-dled him and bri-dled him, and sent him out of town.
I gave him some gar-ters, to gar-ter up his hose,
And a lit-tle pock-et hand-ker-chief to wipe his pretty nose.
Ma-ry, Ma-ry, quite con-tra-ry,
How does your gar-den grow? ”

“ And vowed he would serve them the same next day,
Lumpety lumpety lump.
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Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?
Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick o’ hearing.
Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly? ”

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