Aunt Kitty's Stories Part 13

If all the world were water, And all the water were ink, What should we do for bread and cheese?

What should we do for drink?

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Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, And Jack jump over the candlestick.

Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?

Thou shalt not wash the dish-es, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cush-ion, and sew a fine seam, And feed up-on straw-ber-ries, su-gar, and cream.

Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep, They met to-ge-ther in Grace-church Street; In and out, in and out, o-ver the way, Oh! says John-ny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.

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Is John Smith with-in?

Yes, that he is.

Can he set a shoe?

Aye, mar-ry, two.

Here a nail, there a nail, Tick, tack, too.

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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 smart-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 belabor The sides of poor Jack.

And then the gold egg Was thrown into the sea, But Jack he jump'd in, And got it back presently.

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

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

One, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, open the door; Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them straight; Nine, ten, a good fat hen.

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Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so betwixt them both, you see, They licked the platter clean.

See a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck.

See a pin and let it lay, Bad luck you'll have all the day.

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

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