Harry's Ladder to Learning Part 9

Gay go up and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town.

Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement's.

Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.

Brickbats and tiles, Say the bells of St. Giles'.

Halfpence and farthings, Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Pancakes and fritters, Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Two sticks and an apple, Say the bells of Whitechapel.

Pokers and tongs, Say the bells of St. John's.

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Kettles and pans, Say the bells of St. Ann's.

Old Father Baldpate, Say the slow bells of Aldgate.

You owe me ten s.h.i.+llings, Say the bells of St. Helen's.

When will you pay me?

Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich, Say the bells of Sh.o.r.editch.

Pray when will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know, Says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

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We're all dry with drinking on't, We're all dry with drinking on't; The piper kiss'd the fiddler's wife, And I can't sleep for thinking on't.

I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep, She wades in the water, deep, deep, deep, She climbs up the mountains, high, high, high; My poor little sister--she has but one eye!

(A STAR.)

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Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare, As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

Old Mother Goose, when She wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander.

Mother Goose had a house, 'Twas built in a wood, Where an owl at the door For sentinel stood.

This is her son Jack, A plain-looking lad, He is not very good, Nor yet very bad.

She sent him to market, A live goose he bought; "Here, mother," says he, "It will not go for nought."

Jack's goose and her gander Grew very fond, They'd both eat together, Or swim in one pond.

Jack found one morning, As I have been told, His goose had laid him An egg of pure gold.

Jack rode to his mother, The news for to tell; She call'd him a good boy, And said it was well.

Jack sold his gold egg To a rogue of a Jew, Who cheated him out of The half of his due.

Then Jack went a-courting A lady so gay, As fair as the lily And sweet as the May.

The Jew and the Squire Came close at his back, And began to belabour The sides of poor Jack.

They threw the gold egg In the midst of the sea; But Jack he jump'd in, And got it back presently.

The Jew got the goose, Which he vow'd he would kill, Resolving at once His pockets to fill.

Jack's mother came in, And caught the goose soon, And, mounting its back, Flew up to the moon.

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HARRY'S LADDER TO LEARNING.

PART V.