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Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Trout.
What a naughty boy was that, To drown poor little p.u.s.s.y cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed the mice in his father's barn.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION."]
Multiplication is vexation; Division is as bad; The Rule of Three doth puzzle me, And Practice drives me mad.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE DAPPLE-GREY PONY.]
I had a little pony, His name was Dapple Grey, I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now, For all the lady's hire.
[Ill.u.s.tration: OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, SAYS I.]
Old woman, old woman, old woman say I, O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
To sweep the cobwebs off the sky.
Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.
[Ill.u.s.tration: DAME TROT AND HER CAT.]
Dame Trot and her cat Led a peaceable life When they were not troubled With other folks' strife.
When Dame had her dinner Puss near her would wait, And was sure to receive A nice piece from her plate.
[Ill.u.s.tration: 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-fis.h.i.+ng For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail.
[Ill.u.s.tration: MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD.]
Mary had a pretty bird, With feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs--upon my word, He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sang, Which much delighted Mary; And near the cage she'd ever sit, To hear her own Canary.
[Ill.u.s.tration: IS JOHN SMITH WITHIN?]
Is John Smith within?
Yes, that he is.
Can he set a shoe?
Ay, marry, two; Here a nail and there a nail, Tick, tack, too.
[Ill.u.s.tration: GUY FAWKES.]
Please to remember The fifth of November, Gunpowder treason and plot.
I know no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.
[Ill.u.s.tration: JACK AND JILL.]
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.
[Ill.u.s.tration: LITTLE FRED.]
When little Fred went to bed, He always said his prayers.
He kissed mamma and then papa, And straightway went upstairs.
[Ill.u.s.tration: LITTLE TOM TUCKER.]
Little Tommy Tucker, Sings for his supper.
What shall he eat?
White bread and b.u.t.ter.
How shall he cut it Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married Without e'er a wife.
[Ill.u.s.tration: WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID?]
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 fortune, my pretty maid?
My face is my fortune, sir, she said.
Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid.
n.o.body asked you, sir, she said.
[Ill.u.s.tration: RIDE A c.o.c.k-HORSE.]
Ride a c.o.c.k-horse to Banbury Cross, To see an old lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.
[Ill.u.s.tration: SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.]
Sing a song of sixpence, A bag full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened The birds began to sing.
Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?
The king was in his countinghouse, Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; 'Long came a blackbird And snapt off her nose.
[Ill.u.s.tration: TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON.]
Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig and away he run!
