The Nursery Rhymes of England Part 49

See, saw, Margery Daw, The old hen flew over the malt house, She counted her chickens one by one, Still she missed the little white one, And this is it, this is it, this is it.

DLXXIV.

Hurly, burly, trumpet trase, The cow was in the market place, Some goes far, and some goes near, But where shall this poor henchman steer?

DLXXV.

There was an old woman had three cows, Rosy, and Colin, and Dun; Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair, And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair And there was an end of her three cows, Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.

DLXXVI.

I'll away yhame, And tell my dame, That all my geese Are gane but yane; And it's a steg (_gander_), And it's lost a leg; And it'll be gane By I get yhame.

DLXXVII.

[Imitated from a pigeon.]

Curr dhoo, curr dhoo, Love me, and I'll love you!

DLXXVIII.

I like little p.u.s.s.y, her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm; So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away, But p.u.s.s.y and I very gently will play.

DLXXIX.

Little c.o.c.k robin peep'd out of his cabin, To see the cold winter come in, t.i.t, for tat, what matter for that, He'll hide his head under his wing!

DLx.x.x.

The pett.i.toes are little feet, And the little feet not big; Great feet belong to the grunting hog, And the pett.i.toes to the little pig.

DLx.x.xI.

Charley Warley had a cow.

Black and white about the brow; Open the gate and let her go through, Charley Warley's old cow!

DLx.x.xII.

I had a little cow; Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!

I had a little cow, and it had a little calf, Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song half.

I had a little cow; Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!

I had a little cow, and I drove it to the stall; Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song all!

DLx.x.xIII.

_The c.o.c.k._ Lock the dairy door, Lock the dairy door!

_The Hen._ Chickle, chackle, chee, I haven't got the key!

DLx.x.xIV.

I had a little pony, His name was Dapple-gray, 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.

DLx.x.xV.

Bah, bah, black sheep, Have you any wool?

Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full: One for my master, And one for my dame, But none for the little boy Who cries in the lane.

DLx.x.xVI.

Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?

Hussy, hussy, gone to gra.s.s!

Hussy, hussy, fetch him home, Hussy, hussy, let him alone.

DLx.x.xVII.

Leg over leg, As the dog went to Dover; When he came to a stile, Jump he went over.

DLx.x.xVIII.

Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out, My little dame is not at home!

I'll saddle my c.o.c.k, and bridle my hen, And fetch my little dame home again!

Home she came, tritty trot, She asked for the porridge she left in the pot; Some she ate and some she shod, And some she gave to the truckler's dog; She took up the ladle and knocked its head, And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!

DLx.x.xIX.

Little boy blue, come blow up your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?

He's under the hay-c.o.c.k fast asleep.

Will you wake him? No, not I; For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

DXC.