The Real Mother Goose Part 9

Hickery, d.i.c.kery, 6 and 7, Alabone, Crackabone, 10 and 11, Spin, spun, muskidun, Twiddle 'em, twaddle 'em, 21.

JACK AND HIS FIDDLE

"Jacky, come and 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've gone mad; For many a joyous day My fiddle and I have had."

b.u.t.tONS

b.u.t.tons, a farthing a pair!

Come, who will buy them of me?

They're round and sound and pretty, And fit for girls of the city.

Come, who will buy them of me?

b.u.t.tons, a farthing a pair!

HOT BOILED BEANS

Ladies and gentlemen come to supper-- Hot boiled beans and very good b.u.t.ter.

LITTLE p.u.s.s.y

I like little p.u.s.s.y, Her coat is so warm,

And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm;

So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away,

But p.u.s.s.y and I Very gently will play.

SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie!

When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house, Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; When down came a blackbird And snapped off her nose.

TOMMY t.i.tTLEMOUSE

Little Tommy t.i.ttlemouse Lived in a little house; He caught fishes In other men's ditches.

THE DERBY RAM

As I was going to Derby all on a market-day, I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay; Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay; I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay.

This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more; No more, no more, no more; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more.

The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high, As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.

The sky, the sky, the sky; As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.

The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell; And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell; The bell, the bell, the bell; And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.

THE HOBBY-HORSE

I had a little hobby-horse, And it was dapple gray; Its head was made of pea-straw, Its tail was made of hay.

I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without another coat.

THE MULBERRY BUSH

Here we go round the mulberry bush, The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, Here we go round the mulberry bush.

On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our hands, Wash our hands, wash our hands, This is the way we wash our hands, On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our clothes.

Wash our clothes, wash our clothes, This is the way we wash our clothes, On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we go to school, Go to school, go to school, This is the way we go to school, On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we come out of school, Come out of school, come out of school, This is the way we come out of school, On a cold and frosty morning.

YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL

If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry young lambs to sell; Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell; I never would cry young lambs to sell.

BOY AND THE SPARROW

A little c.o.c.k-sparrow sat on a green tree, And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he; A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, Determined to shoot this little c.o.c.k-sparrow.

"This little c.o.c.k-sparrow shall make me a stew, And his giblets shall make me a little pie, too."

"Oh, no," says the sparrow "I won't make a stew."

So he flapped his wings and away he flew.

OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN