The Big Book of Nursery Rhymes Part 30

KING PIPPIN'S HALL

King Pippin built a fine new hall, Pastry and pie-crust were the wall; Windows made of black pudding and white, Slates were pancakes, you ne'er saw the like.

IF

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

What should we do for drink?

COFFEE AND TEA

Molly, my sister, and I fell out, And what do you think it was about?

She loved coffee and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn't agree.

A WONDERFUL THING

As I went to Bonner, I met a pig Without a wig, Upon my word and honour.

MY BOY TAMMIE

"Where have you been all day, My boy Tammie?"

"I've been all the day Courting of a lady gay; But oh, she's too young To be taken from her mammy!"

"What work can she do, My boy Tammie?

Can she bake and can she brew, My boy Tammie?"

"She can brew and she can bake, And she can make our wedding cake; But oh, she's too young To be taken from her mammy!"

"What age may she be?

What age may she be, My boy Tammie?"

"Twice two, twice seven, Twice ten, twice eleven; But oh, she's too young To be taken from her mammy!"

THE LITTLE MAN WITH A GUN

There was a little man, and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook, and saw a little duck, And shot it right through the head, head, head.

He carried it home to his old wife Joan, And bade her a fire to make, make, make, To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.

The drake was a-swimming, with his curly tail; The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.

He let off his gun, but he fired too soon, And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.

IF WISHES WERE HORSES

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride; If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.

CLAP HANDIES

Clap, clap handies, Mammie's wee, wee ain; Clap, clap handies, Daddie's comin' hame; Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie; Clap, clap handies, My wee, wee ain.

TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN

Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef; I went to Taffy's house, Taff was not at home; Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone.

I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in; Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed, I took up the beef bone and flung it at his head.

THERE WAS A MAN

There was a man, and he had naught, And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney pot, And then they thought they had him.