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_Five toes_
1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig; 2. "What to do there?" says that pig; 3. "To look for mother," says this pig; 4. "What to do with her?" says that pig; 5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.
_One misty moisty_
One misty moisty morning When cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man Clothed all in leather; Clothed all in leather, With cap under his chin,-- How do you do, and how do you do, And how do you do again!
_My father he died_
My father he died, but I can't tell you how, He left me six horses to drive in my plough: With my wing w.a.n.g waddle oh, Jack sing saddle oh, Blowsey boys buble oh, Under the broom,
I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow, I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how: With my wing w.a.n.g waddle oh, Jack sing saddle oh, Blowsey boys buble oh, Under the broom.
I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf; I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half; With my wing w.a.n.g waddle oh, Jack sing saddle oh, Blowsey boys buble oh, Under the broom.
I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat; A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat: With my wing w.a.n.g waddle oh, Jack sing saddle oh, Blowsey boys buble oh, Under the broom.
I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse; He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house: With my wing w.a.n.g waddle oh, Jack sing saddle oh, Blowsey boys buble oh, Under the broom.
_For every evil under the sun_
For every evil under the sun, There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, seek till you find it; If there be none, never mind it.
[Ill.u.s.tration: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THE DAY?]
"Where have you been all the day, My boy Tammy?"
"I've been all the day, Courting of a lady gay: But oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."
"What Work can she do, My boy Tammy?
Can she bake and can she brew, My boy Tammy?"
"She can brew and she can bake, And she can make our wedding cake; But oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."
"What age may she be?
What age may she be?
My boy Tammy?"
"Twice two, twice seven, Twice ten, twice eleven: But oh! she's too young To be taken from her mammy."
_Girls and boys, come out to play_
Girls and boys, come out to play, The moon doth s.h.i.+ne as bright as day; Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street.
Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall, A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour.
_A man of words and not of deeds_
A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds; And when the weeds begin to grow, It's like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, It's like a bird upon the wall; And when the bird away does fly, It's like an eagle in the sky; And when the sky begins to roar, It's like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It's like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
_Come, let's to bed_
Come, let's to bed, Says Sleepy-head; Tarry a while, says Slow.
Put on the pan, Says Greedy Nan, Let's sup before we go.
_If I'd as much money as I could spend_
If I'd as much money as I could spend, I never would cry old chairs to mend; Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend; I never would cry old chairs to mend.
If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry old clothes to sell; Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell; I never would cry old clothes to sell.
_Little Bo-peep_
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And cannot tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For still they were all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them, She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.
A, B, C, tumble down D, The cat's in the cupboard, and can't see me.
[Ill.u.s.tration: LITTLE BO-PEEP.]
_The Toad and Frog_
"Croak!" said the Toad, "I'm hungry, I think, To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink; I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales, And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails."
"Ho, ho!" quoth the Frog, "is that what you mean?
Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream, There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too, And then I shall have a good dinner like you."
There was an old woman lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
_When a Twister a twisting_