eter White will ne'er go right,

Would you know the reason why?

He follows his nose where'er he goes,

And that stands all awry.

O that I was where I would be,

Then would I be where I am not!

But where I am must be,

And where I would be I cannot.

Three children sliding on the ice

Upon a summer's day,

As it fell out, they all fell in,

The rest they ran away.

Now had these children been at home,

Or sliding on dry ground,

Ten thousand pounds to one penny,

They had not all been drown'd.

You parents all that children have,

And you that have got none,

If you would have them safe abroad,

Pray keep them safe at home.

There was a man of Newington,

And he was wond'rous wise,

He jump'd into a quickset hedge,

And scratch'd out both his eyes:

But when he saw his eyes were out,

With all his might and main,

He jump'd into another hedge,

And scratch'd 'em in again.

Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,

There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger;

Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack,

A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.

I would if I cou'd,

If I cou'dn't, how cou'd I?

I cou'dn't, without I cou'd, cou'd I?

Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?

Cou'd ye, cou'd ye?

Cou'd you, without you cou'd, cou'd ye?

If all the world was apple-pie,

And all the sea was ink,

And all the trees were bread and cheese,

What should we have for drink?

Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!

When you're well, 'twill make you sick:

Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!

'Twill make you well when you are sick.

The man in the wilderness asked me,

How many strawberries grew in the sea?

I answered him, as I thought good,

As many as red herrings grew in the wood.

There was an old woman, and what do you think?

She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:

Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;

This tiresome old woman could never be quiet.

She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,

And when she came home her old husband was dead;

She went to the clerk to toll the bell,

And when she came back her old husband was well.

Here am I, little jumping Joan;

When nobody's with me,

I'm always alone.

There was an old woman had nothing,

And there came thieves to rob her;

When she cried out she made no noise,

But all the country heard her.

There was a little Guinea-pig,

Who, being little, was not big;

He always walked upon his feet,

And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he ran away,

He never at that place did stay;

And while he ran, as I am told,

He ne'er stood still for young or old.

He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,

And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent;

Though ne'er instructed by a cat,

He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certified,

He took a whim and fairly died;

And, as I'm told by men of sense,

He never has been living since.

I saw a peacock with a fiery tail,

I saw a blazing comet drop down hail,

I saw a cloud wrapped with ivy round,

I saw an oak creep upon the ground,

I saw a pismire swallow up a whale,

I saw the sea brimful of ale,

I saw a Venice glass full fifteen feet deep,

I saw a well full of men's tears that weep,

I saw red eyes all of a flaming fire,

I saw a house bigger than the moon and higher,

I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,

I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.

My true love lives far from me,

Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

Many a rich present he sends to me,

Petrum, Partrum, Paradise, Temporie,

Perrie, Merrie, Dixie, Dominie.

He sent me a goose, without a bone;

He sent me a cherry, without a stone.

Petrum, &c.

He sent me a Bible, no man could read;

He sent me a blanket, without a thread.

Petrum, &c.

How could there be a goose without a bone?

How could there be a cherry without a stone?

Petrum, &c.

How could there be a Bible no man could read?

How could there be a blanket without a thread?

Petrum, &c.

When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone;

When the cherry is in the blossom, there is no stone.

Petrum, &c.

When ye Bible is in ye press no man it can read;

When ye wool is on ye sheep's back, there is no thread.

Petrum, &c.

There was a man and he was mad,

And he jump'd into a pea-swad;*

The pea-swad was over-full,

So he jump'd into a roaring bull;

The roaring bull was over-fat,

So he jump'd into a gentleman's hat;

The gentleman's hat was over-fine,

So he jump'd into a bottle of wine;

The bottle of wine was over-dear,

So he jump'd into a bottle of beer;

The bottle of beer was over-thick,

So he jump'd into a club-stick;

The club-stick was over-narrow,

So he jump'd into a wheel-barrow;

The wheel-barrow began to crack,

So he jump'd on to a hay-stack;

The hay-stack began to blaze,

So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!

I saw a ship a-sailing,

A-sailing on the sea;

And, oh! it was all laden

With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits 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 ship began to move,

The captain said, "Quack! quack!"

Barney Bodkin broke his nose,

Without feet we can't have toes;

Crazy folks are always mad,

Want of money makes us sad.

If a man who turnips cries

Cries not when his father dies,

It is a proof that he would rather

Have a turnip than his father.

 ushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,

 And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;

Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart,—

Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.

Dance, little baby, dance up high,

Never mind, baby, mother is by;

Crow and caper, caper and crow,

There, little baby, there you go;

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground.

Backwards and forwards, round and round;

Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,

With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!

To market, to market,

To buy a plum bun:

Home again, come again,

Market is done.

Dance to your daddy,

My little babby,

Dance to your daddy;

My little lamb.

You shall have a fishy,

In a little dishy;

You shall have a fishy

When the boat comes in.

Tom shall have a new bonnet,

With blue ribbands to tie on it,

With a hush-a-bye and a lull-a-baby,

Who so like to Tommy's daddy?

Bye, baby bumpkin,

Where's Tony Lumpkin?

My lady's on her death-bed,

With eating half a pumpkin.

Hush, hush, hush, hush!

And I dance mine own child,

And I dance mine own child,

Hush, hush, hush, hush!

Hush thee, my babby,

Lie still with thy daddy,

Thy mammy has gone to the mill,

To grind thee some wheat,

To make thee some meat,

And so, my dear babby, lie still.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,

And hey, my kitten, my deary!

Such a sweet pet as this

Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,

And here we go down, down, downy;

And here we go backwards and forwards,

And here we go round, round, roundy.

I won't be my father's Jack,

I 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.

Danty baby diddy,

What can a mammy do wid'e,

But sit in a lap,

And give 'un a pap?

Sing danty baby diddy.

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;

Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;

And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;

And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

Bye, O my baby!

When I was a lady,

O then my poor baby did'nt cry!

But my baby is weeping,

For want of good keeping,

Oh, I fear my poor baby will die!

Hush-a-bye, a ba lamb,

Hush-a-bye a milk cow,

You shall have a little stick

To beat the naughty bow-wow.

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,

Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

Ride, baby, ride,

Pretty baby shall ride,

And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,

And little pussy-cat tied to the other,

And away she shall ride to see her grandmother,

To see her grandmother,

To see her grandmother.

Bye, baby bunting,

Daddy's gone a hunting,

To get a little hare's skin

To wrap a baby bunting in.

Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,

Why did they vex my baby?

Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,

And cuddle your nurse, my deary.

My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy,

My darling, my honey, my pretty sweet boy;

Before I do rock thee with soft lullaby,

Give me thy dear lips to be kiss'd, kiss'd, kiss'd.

Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep,

It grieves me sore to see thee weep,

For when thou weep'st thou wearies me,

Hush-a-bye, lie still and bye.

Young Lambs to sell!

Young Lambs to sell!

If I'd as much money as I can tell,

I never would cry—Young Lambs to sell!

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie!

Come, my ladies, come and buy;

Else your babies they will cry.

To market, to market,

To buy a plum cake;

Home again, home again,

Ne'er a one baked;

The baker is dead and all his men,

And we must go to market again.

Rock well my cradle,

And "bee baa," my son;

You shall have a new gown,

When ye lord comes home.

Oh! still my child, Orange,

Still him with a bell;

I can't still him, ladie,

Till you come down yoursell!

Where was a sugar and fretty?

And where was jewel and spicy?

Hush-a-bye, babe in a cradle,

And we'll go away in a tricy!

I'll buy you a tartan bonnet,

And some feathers to put on it,

Tartan trews and a phillibeg,

Because you are so like your daddy.

ing dong bell,

Pussy's in the well!

Who put her in?—

Little Tommy Lin.

Who pulled her out?—

Dog with long snout.

What a naughty boy was that

To drown poor pussy-cat,

Who never did any harm,

But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.

Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?

How many holes in a skimmer?

Four and twenty,—my stomach is empty;

Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe;

My master's lost his fiddling stick,

And don't know what to do.

Cock a doodle doo!

What is my dame to do?

Till master finds his fiddling stick,

She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe,

And master's found his fiddling stick,

Sing doodle doodle doo!

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame will dance with you,

While master fiddles his fiddling stick.

For dame and doodle doo.

Cock a doodle doo!

Dame has lost her shoe;

Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,

And can't tell what to do.

Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty;

The cat ran up the plum-tree.

I'll lay you a crown

I'll fetch you down;

So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

Little Tee Wee,

He went to sea

In an open boat;

And while afloat

The little boat bended,

And my story's ended.

Sing, sing, what shall I sing?

The cat has eat the pudding-string;

Do, do, what shall I do?

The cat has bit it quite in two.

Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,

Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;

He bought some at a grocer's shop,

And out he came, hop, hop, hop.

Tiddle liddle lightum,

Pitch and tar;

Tiddle liddle lightum,

What's that for?

Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,

The table and the frame;

My master he did cudgel me

For speaking of my dame.

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John

Went to bed with his trowsers on;

One shoe off, the other shoe on,

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe.

Give me a pancake

And I'll go.

Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, ditter,

Please to give me

A bit of a fritter.

Feedum, fiddledum fee,

The cat's got into the tree.

Pussy, come down,

Or I'll crack your crown,

And toss you into the sea.

Little Jack a Dandy

Wanted sugar-candy,

And fairly for it cried;

But little Billy Cook

Who always reads his book,

Shall have a horse to ride.

Hyder iddle diddle dell,

A yard of pudding's not an ell;

Not forgetting tweedle-dye,

A tailor's goose will never fly.

Gilly Silly Jarter,

Who has lost a garter?

In a shower of rain,

The miller found it,

The miller ground it,

And the miller gave it to Silly again.

Hub a dub dub,

Three men in a tub;

And who do you think they be?

The butcher, the baker,

The candlestick-maker;

Turn 'em out, knaves all three!

Hey diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet,

The merchants of London they wear scarlet;

Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem,

So merrily march the merchantmen.

Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,

The fly shall marry the humble-bee.

They went to the church, and married was she,

The fly has married the humble-bee.

Hey, dorolot, dorolot!

Hey, dorolay, dorolay!

Hey, my bonny boat, bonny boat,

Hey, drag away, drag away!

A cat came fiddling out of a barn,

With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;

She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee,

The mouse has married the humble-bee;

Pipe, cat,—dance, mouse,

We'll have a wedding at our good house.

Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laugh'd

To see the sport,

While the dish ran after the spoon.

Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan,

I'll have a piper to be my good man;

And if I get less meat, I shall get game,

Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan.

Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee

Resolved to have a battle,

For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee

Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew by a monstrous crow,

As big as a tar-barrel,

Which frightened both the heroes so,

They quite forgot their quarrel.

Come dance a jig

To my Granny's pig,

With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy;

Come dance a jig

To my Granny's pig,

And pussy-cat shall crowdy.

Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot,

When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.

The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late.

Ding, dong, darrow,

The cat and the sparrow;

The little dog has burnt his tail,

And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.

Little Dicky Dilver

Had a wife of silver,

He took a stick and broke her back,

And sold her to the miller;

The miller would'nt have her,

So he threw her in the river.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,

Home again, home again, dancing a jig;

Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,

Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

Doodle, doodle, doo,

The princess lost her shoe;

Her highness hopp'd,

The fidler stopped,

Not knowing what to do.

Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,

If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.

Round about, round about,

Magotty-pie,

My father loves good ale,

And so do I.

High, ding, cockatoo-moody,

Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;

High, ding, straps of leather,

Two little puppy-dogs tied together;

One by the head, and one by the tail,

And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

"Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle"—

"The cow jumped over the moon"—

"The cow jumped under the moon;

The little dog laughed"—

"And the dish ran after the spoon"—

"Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jump'd under the moon;

The little dog bark'd,

To see the sport,

And the cat ran after the spoon!"

s I was going up Pippen-hill,

Pippen-hill was dirty,

There I met a pretty miss,

And she dropt me a curtsey.

Little miss, pretty miss,

Blessings light upon you!

If I had half-a-crown a day,

I'd spend it all on you.

Brave news is come to town,

Brave news is carried;

Brave news is come to town,

Jemmy Dawson's married.

Willy, Willy Wilkin,

Kissed the maids a-milking,

Fa, la, la!

And with his merry daffing,

He set them all a laughing.

Ha, ha, ha!

It's once I courted as pretty a lass,

As ever your eyes did see;

But now she's come to such a pass,

She never will do for me.

She invited me to her own house,

Where oft I'd been before,

And she tumbled me into the hog-tub,

And I'll never go there any more.

Sylvia, sweet as morning air,

Do not drive me to despair:

Long have I sighed in vain,

Now I am come again,

Will you be mine or no, no-a-no,—

Will you be mine or no?

Simon pray leave off your suit,

For of your courting you'll reap no fruit,

I would rather give a crown

Than be married to a clown;

Go for a booby, go, no-a-no,—

Go, for a booby, go.

What care I how black I be,

Twenty pounds will marry me;

If twenty won't, forty shall,

I am my mother's bouncing girl!

"Where have you been all the day,

My boy Willy?"

"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 Willy?

Can she bake and can she brew,

My boy Willy?"

"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 Willy?"

"Twice two, twice seven,

Twice ten twice eleven:

But oh! she's too young

To be taken from her mammy."