Rhymes Old and New Part 16

Monday for health, Tuesday for wealth, Wednesday the best day of all; Thursday for losses, Friday for crosses, Sat.u.r.day no day at all.

Sunrise, breakfast; sun high, dinner; Sundown, sup, makes a saint of a sinner.

Tom married a wife on Monday, He got a stick on Tuesday, He beat her well on Wednesday, Sick was she on Thursday, Dead was she on Friday, Glad was Tom on Sat.u.r.day, To bury his wife on Sunday.

Little Goody Tidy Was born on a Friday, Was christened on a Sat.u.r.day, Ate roast beef on Sunday, Was very well on Monday, Was taken ill on Tuesday, Sent for the doctor on Wednesday, Died on Thursday.

So there's an end to little Goody Tidy.

Bobby Shaft is gone to sea, With silver buckles at his knee, When he comes home he'll marry me, Pretty Bobby Shaft!

Bobby Shaft is fat and fair, Combing down his yellow hair; He's my love for evermore, Pretty Bobby Shaft!

A good child, a good child, As I suppose you be, Never laughed nor smiled At the tickling of your knee.

Commodore Rogers was a brave man--exceedingly brave--particular; He climbed up very high rocks--exceedingly high--perpendicular; And what made this the more inexpressible, These same rocks were quite inaccessible.

When I was a little boy, I washed my mammie's dishes, I put my finger in my eye, And pulled out golden fishes.

Little King Boggen he built a fine hall, Pye crust and pastry crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black puddings and white, And slated with pancakes you ne'er saw the like.

A CHERRY

_Galloway_

Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot, A wee, wee man in a red, red coat, A staff in his hand, and a stane in his throat, Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot.

PERTH

A penny for the chappin' stick,[C]

Tuppence for the theevil,[D]

That's the way the money goes, Pop goes the weasel.

[C] Used for pounding potatoes.

[D] For stirring porridge.

c.o.c.ky-bendy's lying sick, Guess ye what'll mend him?

Twenty kisses in a clout, La.s.sie will ye send 'em?

Cherries a ha'penny a stick!

Come and pick! Come and pick!

Cherries! big as plums!

Who comes? Who comes?

Nanty, Panty, Jack-a-Dandy, Stole a piece of sugar-candy, From the grocer's shoppy-shop, And away did hoppy-hop!

Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it, Never a farthing was therein, But little fishes drowned.

Riggity jig, riggity jig, Who'll go to market to ride in a gig?

A fair little maid, and a nice little man, Shall ride off to market as fast as they can.

Polly, put the kettle on, And let's have tea!

Polly put the kettle on, And we'll all have tea.

Mr Mason bought a basin, Mr Rice asked the price, Mr Hicks fell in his tricks, And bounced the basin on the bricks.

GRAVESEND

Hab can nab, The two-pound crab, The twopenny ha'penny lobster, Trot over to France, To see the cat dance, And could not come back to his master.

DORSET

I've come a-shrovin'

Vor a little pankaik A bit of bread o' your baikin', Or a little truckle cheese o' your maikin', If you'll gie me a little I'll ax no more, If you don't gie me nothin' I'll rottle your door.

As I was going along, long, long, Singing a comical song, song, song, The way that I went was so long, long, long, And the song that I sang was as long, long, long, And so I went singing along.

What's in the cupboard?

Says Mr Hubbard.

A knuckle of veal, Says Mr Beal.

Is that all?

Says Mr Ball.

And enough too, Says Mr Glue; And away they all flew.

Won't be my father's Jack, Won't be my mother's Gill; I will be the fiddler's wife, And have music when I will.

T'other little tune, T'other little tune; Pr'ythee, love, play me T'other little tune.