Rhymes Old and New Part 15

"Lord Jesus, it is the toothake."

"Rise, Peter, and be heled."

Come, b.u.t.ter, come!

Come, b.u.t.ter, come!

Peter is at the gate Waiting the b.u.t.ter and loaf, Come, b.u.t.ter, come!

Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water, Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got and home did trot, As fast as he could caper, Went to bed to mend his head, With vinegar and brown paper.

Jill came in and she did grin, To see his paper plaster, Mother vexed, did whip her next, For causing Jack's disaster.

Little John Jig Jag, Rode on a penny nag, And went to Wigan to woo; When he came to a beck He fell and broke his neck, Johnny, how dost thou now?

Little General Monk Sat upon a trunk, Eating a crust of bread; There fell a hot coal, And burnt in his clothes a hole, Now little General Monk is dead.

SALISBURY CATHEDRAL

As many days as in one year there be, So many windows in this church you see.

As many marble pillars here appear, As there are hours through the fleeting year.

As many gates as moons one here does view, Strange tale to tell, but not more strange than true.

KENT

G.o.d made man, and man made money.

G.o.d made the bees, and the bees made honey.

G.o.d made the cooks, and the cooks made pies.

G.o.d made a little boy, and he told lies.

G.o.d made the world, as round as a ball, In jumps Satan, and spoils it all.

G.o.d made Satan, and Satan made sin, G.o.d made a little hole to put Satan in.

Ess.e.x stiles, Kentish miles, Norfolk wiles, Many men beguiles.

SOMERSET

My grandmother had a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way, If my grandmother had a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way, Why shouldn't I have a three-cornered country-cut handkerchief, Cut in a three-cornered country-cut way?

LEICESTER

My father died a month ago, And left me all his riches; A feather bed, a wooden leg, And a pair of leather breeches.

A coffee pot without a spout, A cup without a handle, A 'bacco box without a lid, And half a farthing candle.

ESs.e.x

Here's good health And a little wealth, And a little house And freedom, And at the end A little friend, And little cause To need 'im.

SUFFOLK

Get up at four, and you'll have more.

Get up at five, and things'll thrive.

Get up at six, and things'll fix.

Get up at seven, and things'll go even.

Get up at eight, and that's too late.

Get up at nine, and that's no time.

Get up at ten, and go to bed again.

At ten a child, At twenty wild, At thirty tame if ever; At forty wise, At fifty rich, At sixty good, or never.

THE SETTING OF THE SUN

See where the sun sinks in the west, His appointed race having run, He says to man and beast: "Now rest, Your toil and labour's done."

So should each little girl and boy, Perform their daily task; Then would their parents dear, with joy, Grant all good things they'd ask.

THE EAGLE AND THE OAK

_Irish_

When you were an acorn on the tree top, Then was I an eagle c.o.c.k; Now that you are a withered old block, Still I am an eagle c.o.c.k.

FLAX

There's a garden that I ken, Full of little gentlemen, Little caps of blue they wear, And green ribbons very fair.

Nettle out, dock in, Dock remove the nettle sting.

In dock, out nettle, Don't let the blood settle.

A litel grounde well tilled, A litel house well filled, A litel wife well willed, Would make him live that were halfe killed.

Born of a Monday, Fair in face; Born of a Tuesday, Full of G.o.d's grace; Born of a Wednesday, Merry and glad; Born of a Thursday, Sour and sad; Born of a Friday, G.o.dly given; Born of a Sat.u.r.day, Work for your living; Born of a Sunday, Never shall we want; So there ends the week, And there's an end on't.