St. Nicholas/Volume 40/Number 12/Mother Goose

I Hey! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.
II See-Saw, sacaradown, Which is the way to London town? ⁠One foot up, the other down, ⁠This is the way to London town.
	III Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home, Your house is on fire, your children have flown, All but one, and her name is Ann, And she has crept under the pudding-pan.

HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH
I

Here we go round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush;
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.

II This is the way ⁠we wash ⁠our hands, Wash our ⁠hands, wash ⁠our hands; This is the way ⁠we wash ⁠our hands. On a cold ⁠and frosty ⁠morning.

III This is the way ⁠we wash ⁠our clothes, Wash our ⁠clothes, wash ⁠our clothes; This is the way ⁠we wash ⁠our clothes. On a cold ⁠and frosty ⁠morning.

IV This is the way we go to ⁠school, Go to school, go to school; This is the way we go to ⁠school, On a cold and frosty morning.

IV This is the way we come out of school Come out of school, come out of ⁠school; This is the way we come out of ⁠school, On a cold and frosty morning.

COCK A DOODLE DOO!
I Cock a doodle doo! My dame has lost her shoe: My master’s lost his fiddling stick, And I don’t know what to do.	II Cock a doodle doo! What is my dame to do? ’Till master finds his fiddling stick, She ’ll dance without her shoe.

III Cock a doodle doo! My dame has lost her shoe, And my master ’s found his fiddling stick. Sing doodle doodle doo!

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

©A.R.

“HEY! DIDDLE, DIDDLE, THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE!”

PAINTED FOR ST. NICHOLAS BY ARTHUR RACKHAM.