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A Book of Nursery Rhymes by Charles Welsh
PART III. — MOTHER STORIES

Other Children, and Other People in Relation to the Child

PART III

OTHER CHILDREN; AND OTHER PEOPLE
IN RELATION TO THE CHILD




MOTHER STORIES




Little boy blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow 's in
 the corn.
Where's the boy that looks after the
 sheep?
He's under the haycock, fast asleep.

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Will you wake him? No, not I;
For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

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Simple Simon.


Simple Simon met a pieman,
     Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
     "Let me taste your ware."

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
     "Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
     "Indeed I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing
     For to catch a whale;
All the water he could find
     Was in his mother's pail!

Simple Simon went to look
     If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his finger very much,
     Which made poor Simon whistel

He went to catch a dicky bird,
     And thought he could not fail,
Because he had a little salt,
     To put them upon its tail.

He went for water with a sieve,
   But soon it all ran through;
And now poor Simple Simon
   Bids you all adieu.




When little Fred went to bed
He always said his prayers.
He kissed mamma and then papa,
And straightway went upstairs.




   Cross-patch,
   Draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin;
   Take a cup,
   And drink it up,
Then call your neighbors in.




The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak
     plain,
   Cried "Gobble, gobble, gobble:"
The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,
   Went hobble, hobble, hobble.

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"To bed! to bed!"
Says Sleepy-head;
   "Tarry awhile," says Slow;
"Put on the pot,"
Says Greedy-sot;
   "We'll sup before we go."




Charley wag,
Ate the pudding and left the bag.




Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
   Eating of Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb, and took out a plum,
   And said, "What a brave boy am I!"

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There was a crooked man, and he went a
 crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a
 crooked stile ;
He bought a crooked cat, which caught
 a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little
 crooked house.




See-saw, Margery Daw,
Sold her bed and lay upon straw.

 Robin and Richard
  Were two pretty men;
 They lay in bed
  Till the clock struck ten;
 Then up starts Robin,
  And looks at the sky.
 "Oh! brother Richard,
  The sun's very high."
You go before with the bottle and bag,
And I will come after on little Jack Nag




Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair.
And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny,
As well as another body?
And here's a leg for a stocking,
And here is a leg for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.

Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Johnny has gone to the fair.
He promised to buy me a bunch of blue
 ribbon
To tie up my bonny brown hair.




Three wise men of Gotham,
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger
My song had been longer.




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 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.

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There was an old woman
 Lived under a hill;
And if she's not gone,
 She lives there still.




Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away he run.
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat.
And Tom went roaring down the street

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Wee Willie Winkie runs
 through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs,
 in his nightgown,
Rapping at the window, cry-
 ing through the lock,


"Are the children in their beds? now it's
 eight o'clock."




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I had a little husband,
 No bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint-pot,
 And then I bade him drum.

 I bought a little horse,
  That galloped up and down;
 I bridled him, and saddled him.
  And sent him out of town.

I gave him little garters,
 To garter up his hose,
And a little handkerchief,
 To wipe his little nose.

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 I'll tell you a story
 About Jack a Nory,—
And now my story 's begun.
 I'll tell you another
 About his brother,—
And now my story is done.




Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,
 One ran away,
 The other wouldn't stay,—
Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.


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The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
 All on a summer's day;

The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
   And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts called for the tarts,
   And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts brought back the
     tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.




   The man in the moon
   Came down too soon,
And asked his way to Norwich:
   He went by the south,
   And burnt his mouth
With supping cold pease-porridge.




   I'll sing you a song,
   Though not very long,
Yet I think it as pretty as any;
   Put your hand in your purse,
   You'll never be worse,
And give the poor singer a penny.


There was an old man,
And he had a calf,
 And that's half;
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall,
 And that 's all.



Goosey, goosey, gander,
Who stands yonder?
Little Betsy Baker;
Take her up, and shake
 her.

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There was 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.



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Polly, put the kettle on
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
 And let 's drink tea.

Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
 They're all gone away.



 We're 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.

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There was an old woman tossed up in a
  basket
 Ninety-nine times as high as the moon;

But where she was going, no mortal could tell,
 For under her arm she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
 "O whither, O whither, O whither so high? "
"I 'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky!
 "Shall I go with thee? " "Ay, by and by."




Peter White will ne'er go right:
 Would you know the reason why?
He follows his nose where'er he goes,
And that stands all awry.

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When Jacky's a very good boy,
 He shall have cakes and a custard;
But when he does nothing but cry,
 He shall have nothing but mustard.

There was an old woman, and what do
    you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and
    drink:
Victuals and drink were the chief of her
    diet;
And yet this old woman could never be
    quiet.

She went to the baker, to buy her some
    bread,
And when she came home her old husband
    was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
And when she came back her old husband
    was well.




"Little girl, little girl, where have you
    been?"
"Gathering roses to give to the Queen."
"Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?"
"She gave me a diamond as big as my
    shoe."

Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
 Kitty Fisher found it;
Nothing in it, nothing in it,
 But the binding round it.




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There was an old woman who lived in a
 shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know
 what to do;
She gave them some broth without any
 bread,
She whipped them all soundly and put
 them to bed.

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Little Polly Flinders,
Sat among the cinders.

 Warming her pretty little toes;
Her mother came and caught her,
Whipped her little daughter,
 For spoiling her nice new clothes.



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Little Miss Muffet,
She sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds
and whey;

There came a
great spider,
And sat down beside her,
Which frightened
Miss Muffet away.

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Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
 His wife could eat no lean;
And so, betwixt them both, you see,
 They licked the platter clean.

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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.




Little Tom Tucker
Sings for his supper;
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.

How shall he cut it
Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married
Without e'er a wife?




Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
When a man marries
His trouble begins.

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Curly locks! curly locks ! wilt thou be
 mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed
 the swine

But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!



"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"
"Down in the forest to milk my cow."
"Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;
When I send for thee, then come thou."




Robin-a-Bobbin
 Bent his bow,
Shot at a pigeoen,
 And killed a crow.




Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
    They were two bonny lasses:
They built their house upon the lea,
    And covered it with rushes,

Bessy kept the garden gate,
    And Mary kept the pantry;
Bessy always had to wait.
    While Mary lived in plenty.

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There was a little man and he had a little
 gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead,
 lead;
He went to the brook, and saw a little
 duck,
And shot it through the head, head, head.

He carried it home to his old wife Joan,
And bade her a fire to make, make, make,
To roast the little cluck he had shot in the
 brook,
And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake,
 drake.

The drake was a swimming, with his curly
 tail,
The little man made it his mark, mark,
 mark!
He let off his gun, but he fired too soon;
And the drake flew away with a "Quack!
 quack! quack!"




Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
 Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermore,
 Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.



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Little Jack a Dandy
Wanted sugar-candy,
And fairly for it
cried;
But little Billy Cook,
Who always reads his book,
Shall have a horse to ride.

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Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has lost her shoe;
My master's lost his fiddling-stick,
And don't know what to do.

Cock a doodle doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling-stick,
She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has lost her shoe,
And master's found his fiddling-stick,
Sing doodle doodle doo!

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has found
 her shoe,








And master's found his fiddling-stick,
Sing doodle doodle doo.

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame will dance with you
While master fiddles his fiddling-stick
For dame and doodle doo.

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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 sobbed and they sighed, 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?"




Poor old Robinson CrusoeI
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
 They made him a coat
Of an old nanny goat,
I wonder how they could do so!
 With a ring a ting tang,
 And a ring a ting tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!

When I was a bachelor
 I lived by myself;
And all the bread and cheese I got
 I put upon the shelf.

The rats and the mice
 They made such a
strife,
I was forced to go to
 London
To buy me a wife.

The streets were so bad,
And the lanes were so
 narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home
 In a wheelbarrow.

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The wheelbarrow broke,
 And my wife had a fall,
Down came wheelbarrow,
 Little wife and all.

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 Hark, hark!
 The dogs do bark,
The beggars are coming to town;
 Some in tags,
 Some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns

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They that wash on Monday.