The Big Book of Nursery Rhymes Part 25

Hot July brings cooling showers Apricots, and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit; Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasant; Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast; Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

THE LITTLE MOPPET

I had a little moppet, I put it in my pocket, And fed it with corn and hay, There came a proud beggar And swore he would have her, And stole my little moppet away.

SIMON BRODIE'S COW

Simon Brodie had a cow; He lost his cow and could not find her; When he had done what man could do, The cow came home and her tail behind her.

A CARRION CROW

A carrion crow sat on an oak, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, Watching a tailor shape his cloak; Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

Wife, bring me my old bent bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, That I may shoot yon carrion crow; Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

The tailor he shot and missed his mark, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, And shot his own sow quite through the heart; Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

Wife, bring brandy in a spoon, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, For our old sow is in a swoon, Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

NANNY ETTICOAT

Little Nanny Etticoat, In a white petticoat And a red nose; The longer she stands The shorter she grows.

GOOD-FRIDAY SONG

Hot-cross Buns!

Hot-cross Buns!

One a penny, two a penny, Hot-cross Buns!

Hot-cross Buns!

Hot-cross Buns!

If ye have no daughters, Give them to your sons.

I SAW A s.h.i.+P A SAILING

I saw a s.h.i.+p a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea; And it was full of pretty things For baby and for me.

There were sweetmeats in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice, With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back; And when the s.h.i.+p began to move, The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"

ONE, TWO.

One, two, Buckle my shoe;

Three, four, Knock at the door;

Five, six, Pick up sticks;

Seven, eight, Lay them straight;

Nine, ten, A good fat hen;

Eleven, twelve, Who will delve;

Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting;

Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen;