DXCVII.
Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse both lived in a house,
Titty Mouse went a leasing, and Tatty Mouse went a leasing,
So they both went a leasing.
Titty Mouse leased an ear of corn, and Tatty Mouse leased an ear of corn,
So they both leased an ear of corn.
Titty Mouse made a pudding, and Tatty Mouse made a pudding,
So they both made a pudding.
And Tatty Mouse put her pudding into the pot to boil,
But when Titty went to put hers in, the pot tumbled over, and scalded her to death.
Then Tatty sat down and wept; then a three legged stool said, Tatty why do you weep? Titty's dead, said Tatty, and so I weep; then said the stool, I'll hop, so the stool hopped; then a besom in the corner of the room said, Stool, why do you hop? Oh! said the stool, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and so I hop; then said the besom, I'll sweep, so the besom began to sweep; then said the door, Besom, why do you sweep? Oh! said the besom, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and so I sweep; then said the door, I'll jar, so the door jarred; then said the window, Door, why do you jar? Oh! said the door, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, and so I jar; then said the window, I'll creak, so the window creaked; now there was an old form outside the house, and when the window creaked, the form said, Window, why do you creak? Oh! said the window, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and so I creak; then said the old form, I'll run round the house, then the old form ran round the house; now there was a fine large walnut tree growing by the cottage, and the tree said to the form, Form, why do you run round the house? Oh! said the form, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, and the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, and so I run round the house; then said the walnut tree, I'll shed my leaves, so the walnut tree shed all its beautiful green leaves; now there was a little bird perched on one of the boughs of the tree, and when all the leaves fell, it said, Walnut tree, why do you shed your leaves? Oh! said the tree, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, and so I shed my leaves; then said the little bird, I'll moult all my feathers, so he moulted all his pretty feathers; now there was a little girl walking below, carrying a jug of milk for her brothers' and sisters' supper, and when she saw the poor little bird moult all its feathers, she said, Little bird, why do you moult all your feathers? Oh! said the little bird, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree sheds its leaves, and so I moult all my feathers; then said the little girl, I'll spill the milk, so she dropt the pitcher and spilt the milk; now there was an old man just by on the top of a ladder thatching a rick, and when he saw the little girl spill the milk, he said, Little girl, what do you mean by spilling the milk, your little brothers and sisters must go without their supper; then said the little girl, Titty's dead, and Tatty weeps, the stool hops, and the besom sweeps, the door jars, and the window creaks, the old form runs round the house, the walnut tree sheds all its leaves, the little bird moults all its feathers, and so I spill the milk; Oh! said the old man, then I'll tumble off the ladder and break my neck, so he tumbled off the ladder and broke his neck; and when the old man broke his neck, the great walnut tree fell down with a crash, and upset thepg old form and house, and the house falling knocked the window out, and the window knocked the door down, and the door upset the besom, the besom upset the stool, and poor little Tatty Mouse was buried beneath the ruins.
SEVENTEENTH CLASS—LOCAL.
DXCVIII.
here was a little nobby colt,
His name was Nobby Gray;
His head was made of pouce straw,
His tail was made of hay;
He could ramble, he could trot,
He could carry a mustard-pot,
Round the town of Woodstock,
Hey, Jenny, hey!
DXCIX.
King's Sutton is a pretty town,
And lies all in a valley;
There is a pretty ring of bells,
Besides a bowling-alley:
Wine and liquor in good store,
Pretty maidens plenty;
Can a man desire more?
There ain't such a town in twenty.
DC.
The little priest of Felton,
The little priest of Felton,
He kill'd a mouse within his house,
And ne'er a one to help him.
DCI.
[The following verses are said by Aubrey to have been sung in his time by the girls of Oxfordshire in a sport called Leap Candle, which is now obsolete. See Thoms's 'Anecdotes and Traditions,' p. 96.]
The tailor of Bicester,
He has but one eye;
He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins,
If he were to try.
DCII.
Dick and Tom, Will and John,
Brought me from Nottingham.
DCIII.
At Brill on the Hill,
The wind blows shrill,
The cook no meat can dress;
At Stow in the Wold
The wind blows cold,—
I know no more than this.
DCIV.
A man went a hunting at Reigate,
And wished to leap over a high gate;
Says the owner, "Go round,
With your gun and your hound,
For you never shall leap over my gate."
DCV.
Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,
There you see the beggars are come;
Some are here, and some are there,
And some are gone to Chidley fair.
DCVI.
Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?
In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.
A half-penny pudding, a penny pie,
A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.
DCVII
My father and mother,
My uncle and aunt,
Be all gone to Norton,
But little Jack and I.
A little bit of powdered beef,
And a great net of cabbage,
The best meal I have had to-day,
Is a good bowl of porridge.
DCVIII.
I lost my mare in Lincoln lane,
And couldn't tell where to find her,
Till she came home both lame and blind,
With never a tail behind her.
DCIX.
Cripple Dick upon a stick,
And Sandy on a sow,
Riding away to Galloway,
To buy a pound o' woo.
DCX.
Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?
Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.
EIGHTEENTH CLASS—RELICS.
DCXI.
he girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,
Cried "gobble, gobble, gobble:"
The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,
Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
DCXII.
Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry:
There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, mother, and I.
DCXIII.
Baby and I
Were baked in a pie,
The gravy was wonderful hot:
We had nothing to pay
To the baker that day,
And so we crept out of the pot.
DCXIV.
What are little boys made of, made of,
What are little boys made of?
Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;
And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
What are little girls made of, made of, made of,
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
DCXV.
If a body meet a body,
In a field of fitches;
Can a body tell a body
Where a body itches?
DCXVI.
Charley wag,
Eat the pudding and left the bag.
DCXVII.
Girls and boys, come out to play,
The moon doth shine 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.
DCXVIII.
Hannah Bantry in the pantry,
Eating a mutton bone;
How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,
When she found she was alone!
DCXIX.
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day;
Little Arthur wants to play.
DCXX.
Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
Gathering roses to give to the queen.
Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
DCXXI.
Hark, hark,
The dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town;
Some in jags,
Some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns.
DCXXII.
We're all in the dumps,
For diamonds are trumps;
The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!
The babies are bit,
The moon's in a fit,
And the houses are built without walls.
DCXXIII.
What's the news of the day,
Good neighbour, I pray?
They say the balloon
Is gone up to the moon.
DCXXIV.
Little Mary Ester,
Sat upon a tester,
Eating of curds and whey;
There came a little spider,
And sat him down beside her,
And frightened Mary Ester away.
DCXXV.
Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?
At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.
DCXXVI.
Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
I'll go with you, if I may.
I'm going to the meadow to see them a mowing,
I'm going to help them make hay.
DCXXVII.
To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
To buy some meat to put in the pot;
Threepence a quarter, a groat a side,
If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died.
DCXXVIII.
Come, let's to bed,
Says Sleepy-head;
Tarry a while, says Slow:
Put on the pot,
Says Greedy-gut,
Let's sup before we go.
DCXXIX.
How many days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
DCXXX.
Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,
In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
DCXXXI.
Little Tom Tucker
Sings for his supper;
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married
Without e'er a wife?
DCXXXII.
I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick,
And I can weave diaper thin,
I can weave diaper out of doors
And I can weave diaper in.
DCXXXIII.
[The following is quoted in the song of Mad Tom. See my introduction to Shakespeare's Mids. Night's Dream, p. 55.]
The man in the moon drinks claret,
But he is a dull Jack-a-Dandy;
Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot,
He should learn to drink cider and brandy.
DCXXXIV.
[A marching air.]
Darby and Joan were dress'd in black,
Sword and buckle behind their back;
Foot for foot, and knee for knee,
Turn about Darby's company.
DCXXXV.
Barber, barber, shave a pig,
How many hairs will make a wig?
"Four and twenty, that's enough."
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
DCXXXVI.
If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a great man he would be!
And if the great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea,
What a splish splash that would be!
DCXXXVII.
I had a little moppet,
I put it in my pocket,
And fed it with corn and hay;
Then came a proud beggar,
And swore he would have her,
And stole little moppet away.
DCXXXVIII.
The barber shaved the mason,
As I suppose
Cut off his nose,
And popp'd it in a basin.
DXXXCIX.
Little Tommy Tacket,
Sits upon his cracket;
Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket;
Make him coat and jacket,
Trowsers to the knee.
And if you will not have him, you may let him be.
DCXL.
Peg, peg, with a wooden leg,
Her father was a miller:
He tossed the dumpling at her head,
And said he could not kill her.
DCXLI.
Parson Darby wore a black gown,
And every button cost half-a-crown;
From port to port, and toe to toe,
Turn the ship and away we go!
DCXLII.
When Jacky's a very good boy,
He shall have cakes and a custard;
But when he does nothing but cry,
He shall have nothing but mustard.
DCXLIII.
Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
DCXLIV.
The quaker's wife got up to bake,
Her children all about her,
She gave them every one a cake,
And the miller wants his moulter.
DCXLV.
Wash, hands, wash,
Daddy's gone to plough,
If you want your hands wash'd,
Have them wash'd now.
[A formula for making young children submit to the operation of having their hands washed. Mutatis mutandis, the lines will serve as a specific for everything of the kind, as brushing hair, &c.]
DCXLVI.
My little old man and I fell out,
I'll tell you what 'twas all about:
I had money, and he had none,
And that's the way the row begun.
DCXLVII.
Who comes here?
A grenadier.
What do you want?
A pot of beer.
Where is your money?
I've forgot.
Get you gone,
You drunken sot!
DCXLVIII.
Go to bed, Tom!
Go to bed, Tom!
Drunk or sober,
Go to bed, Tom!
DCXLIX.
As I went over the water,
The water went over me,
I heard an old woman crying,
Will you buy some furmity?
DCL.
High diddle doubt, my candle out,
My little maid is not at home:
Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maid home.
DCLI.
Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
And write their names with a pen and ink.
DCLII.
As I was going to sell my eggs,
I met a man with bandy legs,
Bandy legs and crooked toes,
I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
DCLIII.
Old Sir Simon the king,
And young Sir Simon the 'squire,
And old Mrs. Hickabout
Kicked Mrs. Kickabout
Round about our coal fire!
DCLIV.
A good child, a good child,
As I suppose you be,
Never laughed nor smiled
At the tickling of your knee.
DCLV.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddle
If ever thou mean to thrive;
Nay, I'll not give my fiddle,
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I'm gone mad,
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
DCLVI.
Blenky my nutty-cock,
Blenk him away;
My nutty-cock's never
Been blenk'd to-day.
What wi' carding and spinning on't wheel,
We've never had time to blenk nutty-cock weel;
But let to-morrow come ever so sune,
My nutty-cock it sall be blenk'd by nune.
DCLVII.
To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake,
Back again, back again, baby is late;
To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun,
Back again, back again, market is done.
DCLVIII.
St. Thomas's-day is past and gone,
And Christmas is a-most a-come,
Maidens arise,
And make your pies,
And save poor tailor Bobby some.
DCLIX.
How do you do, neighbour?
Neighbour, how do you do?
I am pretty well,
And how does Cousin Sue do?
She's pretty well,
And sends her duty to you,
So does bonnie Nell.
Good lack, how does she do?
| Page | |
| A, B, C, and D, | 16 |
| A, B, C, tumble down D, | 14 |
| About the bush, Willy, | 91 |
| A carrion crow sat on an oak, | 115 |
| A cat came fiddling out of a barn, | 219 |
| A cow and a calf, | 228 |
| A diller, a dollar, | 76 |
| A dog and a cock, | 61 |
| A duck and a drake, | 164 |
| A for the ape, that we saw at the fair, | 20 |
| A good child, a good child, | 314 |
| A guinea it would sink, | 74 |
| A kid, a kid, my father bought, | 288 |
| A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, | 271 |
| A little old man and I fell out, | 144 |
| A little old man of Derby, | 153 |
| All of a row, | 258 |
| A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig, | 262 |
| A man of words and not of deeds, | 70 |
| A man of words and not of deeds, | 71 |
| A man went a hunting at Reigate, | 301 |
| A pie sate on a pear-tree, | 259 |
| Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake, | 16 |
| A pretty little girl in a round-eared cap, | 92 |
| A pullet in the pen, | 71 |
| A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose, | 132 |
| Around the green gravel the grass grows green, | 314 |
| Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, | 123 |
| As I look'd out o' my chamber window, | 120 |
| As I walk'd by myself, | 11 |
| As I was going along, long, long, | 107 |
| As I was going by Charing Cross, | 9 |
| As I was going o'er London Bridge, | 121 |
| As I was going o'er London Bridge, | 133 |
| As I was going o'er Tipple Tine, | 122 |
| As I was going o'er Westminster Bridge, | 130 |
| As I was going to St. Ives, | 133 |
| As I was going to sell my eggs, | 314 |
| As I was going up Pippen-hill, | 224 |
| As I was going up the hill, | 106 |
| As I was walking o'er Little Moorfields, | 96 |
| As I went over Lincoln Bridge, | 131 |
| As I went over the water, | 313 |
| As I went over the water, | 256 |
| As I went through the garden gap, | 132 |
| As I went to Bonner, | 264 |
| As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, | 132 |
| As soft as silk, as white as milk, | 122 |
| As the days grow longer, | 73 |
| As the days lengthen, | 73 |
| As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin, | 265 |
| As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, | 229 |
| Astra Dabit Dominus, Gratisque Beabit Egenos, | 77 |
| A sunshiny shower, | 73 |
| A swarm of bees in May, | 72 |
| At Brill on the Hill, | 301 |
| At Dover dwells George Brown Esquire, | 77 |
| A thatcher of Thatchwood went to Thatchet a thatching, | 138 |
| At the siege of Belle-isle, | 6 |
| Awake, arise, pull out your eyes, | 158 |
| Awa', birds, away! | 117 |
| A was an apple-pie, | 19 |
| A was an archer, and shot at a frog, | 18 |
Baby and I, |
304 |
| Bah, bah, black sheep, | 279 |
| Barber, barber, shave a pig, | 309 |
| Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur, | 267 |
| Barney Bodkin broke his nose, | 204 |
| Bat, bat, | 172 |
| Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, | 246 |
| Betty Pringle had a little pig, | 266 |
| Birch and green holly, boys, | 77 |
| Birds of a feather flock together, | 232 |
| Black we are, but much admired, | 129 |
| Black within, and red without, | 130 |
| Blenky my nutty-cock, | 315 |
| Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!, | 312 |
| Blue eye beauty, | 250 |
| Bonny lass, canny lass, wilta be mine?, | 246 |
| Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear, | 70 |
| Bow, wow, wow, | 270 |
| Brave news is come to town, | 225 |
| Bryan O'Lin, and his wife, and wife's mother, | 56 |
| Buff says Buff to all his men, | 158 |
| Burnie bee, burnie bee, | 254 |
| Buz, quoth the blue fly, | 105 |
| Bye, baby bumpkin, | 207 |
| Bye, baby bunting, | 210 |
| Bye, O my baby, | 209 |
Can you make me a cambric shirt, |
241 |
| Catch him, crow! carry him, kite!, | 260 |
| Charley wag, | 305 |
| Charley Warley had a cow, | 278 |
| Clap hands, clap hands, | 172 |
| Clap hands, clap hands!, | 176 |
| Cock a doodle doo, | 214 |
| Cock-a-doodle-do, | 274 |
| Cock Robin got up early, | 266 |
| Come, butter, come, | 136 |
| Come dance a jig, | 220 |
| Come, let's to bed, | 308 |
| Come when you're called, | 80 |
| Congeal'd water and Cain's brother, | 128 |
| Cripple Dick upon a stick, | 302 |
| Croak! said the Toad, I'm hungry, I think, | 257 |
| Cross patch, | 79 |
| Cuckoo, cherry tree, | 173 |
| Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?, | 250 |
| Curr dhoo, curr dhoo, | 277 |
| Cuckoo, Cuckoo, | 260 |
| Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk, | 135 |
Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town, |
308 |
| Dame, get up and bake your pies, | 118 |
| Dame, what makes your ducks to die?, | 272 |
| Dance, little baby, dance up high, | 206 |
| Dance, Thumbkin, dance, | 155 |
| Dance to your daddy, | 206 |
| Danty baby diddy, | 208 |
| Darby and Joan were dress'd in black, | 309 |
| Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John, | 216 |
| Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe, | 217 |
| Dick and Tom, Will and John, | 300 |
| Dickery, Dickery, dare, | 261 |
| Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see, | 231 |
| Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty, | 215 |
| Ding, dong, bell, | 213 |
| Ding, dong, darrow, | 221 |
| Doctor Faustus was a good man, | 81 |
| Doodle, doodle, doo, | 221 |
| Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan, | 219 |
| Draw a pail of water, | 160 |
| Driddlety drum, driddlety drum, | 301 |
Eat, birds, eat, and make no waste, |
264 |
| Eggs, butter, bread, | 180 |
| Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight, | 13 |
| Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess, | 132 |
| Elsie Marley is grown so fine, | 97 |
| Every lady in this land, | 124 |
| Eye winker, | 193 |
Father Iohnson Nicholas Iohnson's son, |
79 |
| Father Short came down the lane, | 152 |
| Feedum, fiddledum fee, | 217 |
| F for fig, J for Jig, | 15 |
| Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee, | 218 |
| Flour of England, fruit of Spain, | 124 |
| Flowers, flowers, high-do, | 183 |
| Formed long ago, yet made to-day, | 131 |
| For every evil under the sun, | 74 |
| Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, | 256 |
| Fox, a fox, a brummalary, | 193 |
| Friday night's dream, | 75 |
Gay go up and gay go down, |
156 |
| Gilly silly Jarter, | 218 |
| Girls and boys, come out to play, | 305 |
| Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em, | 210 |
| Good horses, bad horses, | 175 |
| Good Queen Bess was a glorious dame, | 7 |
| Goosey, goosey, gander, | 281 |
| Goosy, goosy, gander, | 281 |
| Go to bed first, a golden purse, | 69 |
| Go to bed Tom!, | 313 |
| Gray goose and gander, | 257 |
| Great A, little a, | 15 |
| Green cheese, yellow laces, | 169 |
Handy Spandy, Jack a dandy, |
216 |
| Hannah Bantry in the pantry, | 305 |
| Hark, hark, | 306 |
| Hector Protector was dressed all in green, | 9 |
| Heetum peetum penny pie, | 188 |
| Hemp-seed I set, | 233 |
| Here am I, little jumping Joan, | 200 |
| Here come I, | 194 |
| Here comes a lusty wooer, | 249 |
| Here comes a poor woman from baby-land, | 183 |
| Here goes my lord, | 168 |
| Here sits the Lord Mayor, | 181 |
| Here stands a post, | 177 |
| Here we come a piping, | 184 |
| He that goes to see his wheat in May, | 74 |
| He that would thrive, | 72 |
| Hey! diddle, diddle, | 219 |
| Hey! diddle, diddle, | 222 |
| Hey diddle, dinketty, poppety, pet, | 218 |
| Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?, | 214 |
| Hey, dorolot, dorolot, | 219 |
| Hey, my kitten, my kitten, | 208 |
| Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, | 120 |
| Hic, hoc, the carrion crow, | 116 |
| Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7, | 16 |
| Hickety, pickety, my black hen, | 261 |
| Hickory (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3), | 174 |
| Hickup, hickup, go away, | 140 |
| Hickup, snicup, | 140 |
| Hie hie, says Anthony, | 262 |
| Higglepy, Piggleby, | 275 |
| Higgledy piggledy, | 126 |
| High diddle ding, | 9 |
| High diddle doubt, my candle out, | 313 |
| High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding, | 9 |
| High, ding, cockatoo-moody, | 222 |
| Higher than a house, higher than a tree, | 129 |
| Highty cock O!, | 173 |
| Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green, | 133 |
| Hink, minx! the old witch winks, | 303 |
| Ho! Master Teague, what is your story?, | 7 |
| Hot-cross Buns!, | 104 |
| How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou?, | 270 |
| How does my lady's garden grow?, | 106 |
| How do you do, neighbour, | 316 |
| How many days has my baby to play?, | 308 |
| How many miles is it to Babylon?, | 176 |
| Hub a dub dub, | 218 |
| Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck, | 122 |
| Humpty Dumpty sate on a wall, | 129 |
| Hurly, burly, trumpet trase, | 276 |
| Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?, | 280 |
| Hush, hush, hush, hush, | 207 |
| Hush-a-bye a ba lamb, | 209 |
| Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, | 209 |
| Hush-a-bye, lie still and sleep, | 211 |
| Hush thee, my babby, | 207 |
| Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, | 205 |
| Hyder iddle diddle dell, | 217 |
I am a gold lock, |
165 |
| I am a pretty wench, | 232 |
| I can make diet bread, | 184 |
| I doubt, I doubt my fire is out, | 237 |
| I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick, | 309 |
| I charge my daughters every one, | 159 |
| If a body meet a body, | 304 |
| If all the world was apple-pie, | 198 |
| If all the seas were one sea, | 310 |
| If a man who turnips cries, | 204 |
| If I'd as much money as I could spend, | 117 |
| If ifs and ands, | 80 |
| If wishes were horses, | 69 |
| If you love me, pop and fly, | 135 |
| If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger, | 71 |
| If you with me will go, my love, | 236 |
| I had a little castle upon the sea-side, | 134 |
| I had a little cow, | 278 |
| I had a little cow, to save her, | 269 |
| I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell, | 252 |
| I had a little dog, and they called him Buff, | 258 |
| I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen, | 274 |
| I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod, | 253 |
| I had a little husband, | 240 |
| I had a little moppet, | 310 |
| I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear, | 4 |
| I had a little pony, | 279 |
| I had two pigeons bright and gay, | 266 |
| I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep, | 125 |
| I have been to market, my lady, my lady, | 108 |
| I like little pussy, her coat is so warm, | 277 |
| I'll away yhame, | 277 |
| I'll buy you a tartan bonnet, | 212 |
| I'll sing you a song, | 118 |
| I'll tell you a story, | 59 |
| I lost my mare in Lincoln Lane, | 302 |
| I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable, | 80 |
| I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence, | 102 |
| I married my wife by the light of the moon, | 243 |
| In Arthur's court, Tom Thumb did live, | 43 |
| In fir tar is, | 77 |
| In July, | 74 |
| In marble walls as white as milk, | 125 |
| Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, | 164 |
| In the month of February, | 269 |
| I saw a peacock with a fiery tail, | 201 |
| I saw a ship a-sailing, | 203 |
| I sell you the key of the king's garden, | 282 |
| Is John Smith within?, | 163 |
| It's once I courted as pretty a lass, | 225 |
| I've a glove in my hand, | 192 |
| I went into my grandmother's garden, | 121 |
| I went to the toad that lies under the wall, | 136 |
| I went to the wood and got it, | 119 |
| I went up one pair of stairs, | 168 |
| I won't be my father's Jack, | 208 |
| I would if I cou'd, | 198 |
Jack and Jill went up the hill, |
246 |
| Jack be nimble, | 166 |
| Jack in the pulpit, out and in, | 231 |
| Jack Sprat, | 275 |
| Jack Sprat could eat no fat, | 233 |
| Jack Sprat's pig, | 267 |
| Jacky, come give me thy fiddle, | 101 |
| Jacky, come give me thy fiddle, | 315 |
| Jeanie, come tie my, | 94 |
| Jim and George were two great lords, | 12 |
| John Ball shot them all, | 283 |
| John, come sell thy fiddle, | 231 |
| John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!, | 114 |
| Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf, | 262 |
| Johnny shall have a new bonnet, | 95 |
King's Sutton is a pretty town, |
300 |
Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home, |
272 |
| Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home, | 263 |
| Legomoton, | 81 |
| Leg over leg, | 280 |
| Lend me thy mare to ride a mile?, | 91 |
| Let us go to the wood, says this pig, | 170 |
| Little Bob Robin, | 268 |
| Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, | 93 |
| Little boy blue, come blow up your horn, | 281 |
| Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?, | 301 |
| Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin, | 277 |
| Little Dicky Dilver, | 221 |
| Little General Monk, | 13 |
| Little girl, little girl, where have you been?, | 306 |
| Little Jack a dandy, | 217 |
| Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor, | 234 |
| Little Jack Jingle, | 229 |
| Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, | 65 |
| Little John Jiggy Jag, | 245 |
| Little King Boggen he built a fine hall, | 41 |
| Little lad, little lad, where wast thou born?, | 302 |
| Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?, | 232 |
| Little Mary Ester, | 307 |
| Little Nancy Etticoat, | 127 |
| Little Poll Parrot, | 254 |
| Little Robin Red-breast, | 261 |
| Little Robin Red-breast, | 262 |
| Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, | 273 |
| Little Tee wee, | 215 |
| Little Tom Dandy, | 247 |
| Little Tom Dogget, | 86 |
| Little Tommy Tacket, | 311 |
| Little Tommy Tittlemouse, | 41 |
| Little Tom Tittlemouse, | 61 |
| Little Tom Tucker, | 308 |
| Lives in winter, | 134 |
| Lock the dairy door, | 279 |
| London bridge is broken down, | 98 |
| Long Legs, crooked thighs, | 128 |
| Love your own, kiss your own, | 248 |
Madam, I am come to court you, |
244 |
| Made in London, | 121 |
| Make three-fourths of a cross, | 123 |
| Margaret wrote a letter, | 248 |
| Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep, | 163 |
| Master I have, and I am his man, | 237 |
| Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, | 136 |
| May my geese fly over your barn?, | 190 |
| Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, | 103 |
| Miss one, two, and three could never agree, | 17 |
| Mistress Mary, quite contrary, | 81 |
| Moss was a little man, and a little mare did buy, | 66 |
| Multiplication is vexation, | 78 |
| My dear cockadoodle, my jewel, my joy, | 210 |
| My dear, do you know, | 35 |
| My father and mother, | 302 |
| My father he died, but I can't tell you how, | 92 |
| My father he left me, just as he was able, | 138 |
| My father left me three acres of land, | 109 |
| My father was a Frenchman, | 180 |
| My grandmother sent me a new-fashioned, &c., | 139 |
| My lady Wind, my lady Wind, | 60 |
| My little old man and I fell out, | 312 |
| My maid Mary, | 104 |
| My mother and your mother, | 195 |
| My story's ended, | 79 |
| My true love lives far from me, | 201 |
Nature requires five, |
69 |
| Needles and pins, needles and pins, | 73 |
| Now we dance, looby, looby, looby, | 190 |
| Number number nine, this hoop's mine, | 168 |
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?, |
152 |
| Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello, | 245 |
| Oh, where are you going, | 82 |
| Old Abram Brown is dead and gone, | 60 |
| Old Betty Blue, | 146 |
| Old father Graybeard, | 134 |
| Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see, | 102 |
| Old Father of the Pye, | 99 |
| Old King Cole, | 1 |
| Old Mother Goose, when, | 56 |
| Old mother Hubbard, | 146 |
| Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag, | 144 |
| Old Sir Simon the king, | 314 |
| Old mother Twitchett had but one eye, | 125 |
| Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?, | 143 |
| Once I saw a little bird, | 263 |
| Once upon a time there was an old sow, | 37 |
| On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit, | 276 |
| One, 2, 3, 4, 5, | 15 |
| One-ery, two-ery, | 154 |
| One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum, | 167 |
| One misty moisty morning, | 84 |
| One moonshiny night, | 3 |
| One's none, | 15 |
| One old Oxford ox opening oysters, | 175 |
| One to make ready, | 156 |
| One, two, | 17 |
| One, two, three, | 14 |
| On Saturday night, | 237 |
| O rare Harry Parry, | 249 |
| O that I was where I would be, | 196 |
| O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller, | 229 |
| Our saucy boy Dick, | 66 |
| Over the water, and over the lee, | 8 |
Pancakes and fritters, |
108 |
| Parson Darby wore a black gown, | 311 |
| Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!, | 18 |
| Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold, | 130 |
| Pease-pudding hot, | 158 |
| Peg, Peg, wish a wooden leg, | 311 |
| Pemmy was a pretty girl, | 63 |
| Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper, | 138 |
| Peter White will ne'er go right, | 196 |
| Pit, Pat, well-a-day, | 253 |
| Pitty Patty Polt, | 270 |
| Please to remember, | 7 |
| Polly, put the kettle on, | 83 |
| Poor old Robinson Crusoe!, | 10 |
| Pretty John Watts, | 275 |
| Punch and Judy, | 32 |
| Purple, yellow, red, and green, | 129 |
| Pussey cat sits by the fire, | 274 |
| Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot, | 220 |
| Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings, | 267 |
| Pussy cat Mole, | 264 |
| Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been, | 257 |
| Pussy sat by the fire-side, | 261 |
| Pussy sits behind the fire, | 269 |
Queen Anne, queen Anne, you sit in the sun, |
161 |
Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit-Pie, |
211 |
| Rain, Rain, go away, | 305 |
| Riddle me, riddle me, ree, | 263 |
| Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, | 165 |
| Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, | 166 |
| Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, | 170 |
| Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross, | 170 |
| Ride baby, ride, | 210 |
| Ring me (1), ring me (2), ring me rary (3), | 170 |
| Ring the bell!, | 182 |
| Robert Barnes, fellow fine, | 260 |
| Robert Rowley rolled a round roll round, | 139 |
| Robin-a-Bobin bent his bow, | 271 |
| Robin and Richard were two pretty men, | 59 |
| Robin Hood, Robin Hood, | 3 |
| Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben, | 33 |
| Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green, | 209 |
| Rock well my cradle, | 212 |
| Rompty-iddity, row, row, row, | 222 |
| Rosemary green, | 232 |
| Round about, round about, | 222 |
| Rowley Powley, pudding and pie, | 248 |
| Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out, | 280 |
Saw ye aught of my love a coming from ye market, |
240 |
| Says t'auld man tit oak tree, | 89 |
| See a pin and pick it up, | 69 |
| See, saw, Margery Daw, | 164 |
| See, saw, Margery Daw, | 165 |
| See, saw, Margery Daw, | 276 |
| See, saw, sack-a-day, | 8 |
| See-saw, jack a daw, | 176 |
| See-saw sacradown, | 177 |
| See, see? what shall I see?, | 133 |
| Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang, | 307 |
| Shoe the colt, | 265 |
| Shoe the colt, shoe!, | 180 |
| Sieve my lady's oatmeal, | 161 |
| Simple Simon met a pieman, | 31 |
| Sing a song of sixpence, | 90 |
| Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl, | 216 |
| Sing, sing, what shall I sing?, | 215 |
| Solomon Grundy, | 33 |
| Some little mice sat in a barn to spin, | 255 |
| Some up, and some down, | 95 |
| Snail, snail, come out of your hole, | 254 |
| Snail, snail, put out your horns, | 272 |
| Snail, snail, shut out your horns, | 273 |
| Sneel, snaul, | 254 |
| Speak when you're spoken to, | 80 |
| St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, | 68 |
| St. Thomas's-day is past and gone, | 316 |
| Swan swam over the sea, | 139 |
| Sylvia, sweet as morning air, | 226 |
Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, |
64 |
| Tell tale, tit!, | 76 |
| Ten and ten and twice eleven, | 121 |
| The art of good driving 's a paradox quite, | 75 |
| The barber shaved the mason, | 310 |
| The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire, | 253 |
| The cock doth crow, | 258 |
| The cuckoo's a fine bird, | 251 |
| The cuckoo's a vine bird, | 252 |
| The dog of the kill, | 195 |
| The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?, | 270 |
| The fair maid who, the first of May, | 75 |
| The first day of Christmas, | 184 |
| The fox and his wife they had a great strife, | 84 |
| The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, | 303 |
| The king of France, and four thousand men, | 5 |
| The king of France, the king of France, with forty thousand men, | 6 |
| The king of France went up the hill, | 5 |
| The king of France, with twenty thousand men, | 5 |
| The keys of Canterbury, | 234 |
| The lion and the unicorn, | 42 |
| The little priest of Felton, | 300 |
| The man in the moon, | 66 |
| The mackerel's cry, | 74 |
| The man in the moon drinks claret, | 309 |
| The man in the wilderness asked me, | 199 |
| The moon nine days old, | 127 |
| The north wind doth blow, | 96 |
| The old woman and her pig, | 292 |
| The pettitoes are little feet, | 278 |
| The quaker's wife got up to bake, | 312 |
| There once was a gentleman grand, | 22 |
| There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, | 33 |
| There was a fat man of Bombay, | 34 |
| There was a frog lived in a well, | 110 |
| There was a girl in our towne, | 119 |
| There was a jolly miller, | 42 |
| There was a jolly miller, | 107 |
| There was a king, and he had three daughters, | 65 |
| There was a king met a king, | 123 |
| There was a little boy and a little girl, | 228 |
| There was a little boy went into a barn, | 273 |
| There was a little Guinea-pig, | 200 |
| There was a little maid, and she was afraid, | 243 |
| There was a little man, | 36 |
| There was a little man, | 227 |
| There was a little nobby colt, | 299 |
| There was a little one-eyed gunner, | 264 |
| There was a little pretty lad, | 247 |
| There was a man, and he had naught, | 36 |
| There was a man and he was mad, | 203 |
| There was a man, and his name was Dob, | 190 |
| There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone, | 113 |
| There was a man of Newington, | 197 |
| There was a man rode through our town, | 130 |
| There was a man who had no eyes, | 127 |
| There was a monkey climb'd up a tree, | 11 |
| There was an old crow, | 259 |
| There was an old man, | 152 |
| There was an old man of Tobago, | 152 |
| There was an old man who liv'd in Middle Row, | 145 |
| There was an old man, who lived in a wood, | 150 |
| There was an old woman, | 144 |
| There was an old woman, | 144 |
| There was an old woman, | 149 |
| There was an old woman, and what do you think?, | 199 |
| There was an old woman, as I've heard tell, | 141 |
| There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all, | 153 |
| There was an old woman had nothing, | 200 |
| There was an old woman had three cows, | 276 |
| There was an old woman had three sons, | 150 |
| There was an old woman, her name it was Peg, | 143 |
| There was an old woman in Surrey, | 153 |
| There was an old woman of Leeds, | 145 |
| There was an old woman of Norwich, | 153 |
| There was an old woman sat spinning, | 143 |
| There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket, | 145 |
| There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, | 142 |
| There was an owl lived in an oak, | 258 |
| There was a piper, he'd a cow, | 265 |
| There were three jovial Welshmen, | 161 |
| There were three sisters in a hall, | 128 |
| There were two birds sat on a stone, | 106 |
| There were two blackbirds, | 167 |
| The robin and the wren, | 268 |
| The rose is red, the grass is green, | 6 |
| The rose is red, the grass is green, | 79 |
| The sow came in with the saddle, | 255 |
| The tailor of Bicester, | 300 |
| The white dove sat on the castle wall, | 97 |
| The winds, they did blow, | 268 |
| They that wash on Monday, | 72 |
| Thirty days hath September, | 78 |
| Thirty white horses upon a red hill, | 128 |
| This is the house that Jack built, | 285 |
| This is the key of the kingdom, | 174 |
| This is the way the ladies ride, | 189 |
| This pig went to market, | 172 |
| This pig went to market, | 182 |
| This pig went to the barn, | 183 |
| Thomas and Annis met in the dark, | 239 |
| Thomas a Tattamus took two T's, | 126 |
| Three blind mice, see how they run!, | 110 |
| Three children sliding on the ice, | 197 |
| Three crooked cripples went through Cripplegate, | 139 |
| Three straws on a staff, | 69 |
| Three wise men of Gotham, | 59 |
| Thumb bold, | 193 |
| Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn, | 182 |
| Tiddle liddle lightum, | 216 |
| Tip, top, tower, | 168 |
| Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse, | 295 |
| Tobacco wick! tobacco wick!, | 198 |
| To Beccles! to Beccles!, | 191 |
| To make your candles last for a', | 68 |
| To market ride the gentlemen, | 169 |
| To market, to market, | 206 |
| To market, to market, | 211 |
| To market, to market, a gallop, a trot, | 307 |
| To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, | 221 |
| To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake, | 315 |
| Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, | 167 |
| Tom he was a piper's son, | 99 |
| Tommy kept a chandler's shop, | 62 |
| Tommy Trot a man of law, | 230 |
| Tom shall have a new bonnet, | 207 |
| Tom, Tom, the piper's son, | 42 |
| Trip and go, heave and hoe, | 189 |
| Trip trap over the grass, | 177 |
| Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes, | 94 |
| 'Twas the twenty-ninth of May, 'Twas a holiday, | 256 |
| Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee, | 220 |
| Twelve huntsmen with horns and hounds, | 159 |
| Twelve pears hanging high, | 124 |
| Two broken tradesmen, | 171 |
| Two legs sat upon three legs, | 131 |
Up at Piccadilly oh!, |
89 |
| Up hill and down dale, | 231 |
| Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window, | 198 |
| Up street, and down street, | 244 |
Wash hands, wash, |
312 |
| We are three brethren out of Spain, | 178 |
| Weave the diaper tick-a-tick tick, | 166 |
| We make no spare, | 4 |
| We're all dry with drinking on't, | 230 |
| We're all in the dumps, | 306 |
| What are little boys made of, | 304 |
| What care I how black I be, | 226 |
| What do they call you?, | 255 |
| What is the rhyme for poringer?, | 10 |
| What shoe-maker makes shoes without leather, | 126 |
| What's the news of the day, | 306 |
| When a Twister a twisting will twist him a twist, | 137 |
| When good king Arthur ruled this land, | 2 |
| When I was a little boy, I had but little wit, | 81 |
| When I was a little girl, about seven years old, | 62 |
| When I was taken from the fair body, | 120 |
| When I went up sandy hill, | 134 |
| When Jacky's a very good boy, | 311 |
| When shall we be married, | 229 |
| When the sand doth feed the clay, | 75 |
| When the snow is on the ground, | 259 |
| When the wind is in the east, | 70 |
| When V and I together meet, | 78 |
| Where are you going, my pretty maid?, | 107 |
| Where have you been all the day, | 226 |
| Where have you been to-day, Billy, my son, | 242 |
| Where was a sugar and fretty, | 212 |
| Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle, daughter dear, | 117 |
| Who comes here?, | 313 |
| Who goes round my house this night?, | 155 |
| Who is going round my sheepfold?, | 173 |
| Whoop, whoop, and hollow, | 167 |
| Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going, | 307 |
| Willy, Willy Wilkin, | 225 |
| William and Mary, George and Anne, | 10 |
| Wooley Foster has gone to sea, | 105 |
Yeow mussent sing a' Sunday, |
73 |
| Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window, | 238 |
| Young lambs to sell, | 211 |
| You shall have an apple, | 89 |