This image is a public domain image, which means either that copyright has expired in the image or the copyright holder has waived their copyright. Alamy charges you a fee for access to the high resolution copy of the image. The Boyd Smith Mother Goose. Dibble Bibble HIE! Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swineBut sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
Four and twenty, thats enough. Give the poor barber a pinch of snuff. I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without another coat. What was the reason they did go? I cannot tell, for I do not know. Turn her face to the wall Till she comes to. On Sunday morning My love will come in.
When he will marry me With a gold ring. This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built This is the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing the corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Robin being angry, Hopped upon a twig, Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you! Bold-faced jig! There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout, He cut her petticoats all round about; He cut her petticoats up to the knees, Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze. When the little old woman first did wake, She began to shiver and she began to shake; She began to wonder and she began to cry, "Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I! There came a proud beggar.
And swore he should have her; And stole my little moppet away. There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold. The four-and-twenty sailors That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back; And when the ship began to move, The captain said, "Quack! Six, he loves; seven, she loves; Eight, they both love. Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries; Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.
Hark, hark! Beggars are coming to town: Some in jags, and some in rags, And some in velvet gown. A peck of meal upon her back, A babby in her basket; Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market? Poor old Robinson Crusoe! They made him a coat Of an old Nanny goat. I wonder why they should do so! With a ring-a-ting-tang, And a ring-a-ting-tang, Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
The king he had a daughter fair, And gave the Prince of Orange her. Will you drive them out of the house? We have mice, too, in plenty, That feast in the pantry, But let them stay And nibble away, What harm in a little brown mouse? Oh, my little fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence, I love fourpence as my life; I spent twopence of it, I spent twopence of it, And I took twopence home to my wife. When they were asleep, I'm told, that to keep Their eyes open they could not contrive; They both walked on their feet, And 'twas thought what they eat Helped, with drinking, to keep them alive!
My dame has lost her shoe, My master's lost his fiddle-stick And knows not what to do. What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddle-stick, She'll dance without her shoe. And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he. Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three. A horse's head where his tail should be.
She loved coffee and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn't agree. Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.
She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady's hire. To put them out's the only way, Says honest John Boldero.
Each thought there was one cat too many; So they fought and they fit, And they scratched and they bit, Till, excepting their nails, And the tips of their tails, Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
Your house is on fire, your children all gone, All but one, and her name is Ann, And she crept under the pudding pan. But he got down on t'other side, And then they could not find him; He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never looked behind him. Run, tailors, run, or She'll kill you all e'en now. Whose dog art thou? Little Tom Tinker's dog, Bow-wow-wow! I answered him As I thought good, As many as red herrings Grew in the wood. Take a little and leave a little, And do not come again; For if you do, I will shoot you through, And there will be an end of you.
Silver bells and cockle-shells, And pretty maids all of a row. Bessy kept the garden gate, And Mary kept the pantry; Bessy always had to wait, While Mary lived in plenty. Mamma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie! Why did you eat the dumplings? The sweetest note he always sung, Which much delighted Mary. She often, where the cage was hung, Sat hearing her canary. Dusty was his coat, Dusty was the siller, Dusty was the kiss I'd from the dusty miller.
If I had my pockets Full of gold and siller, I would give it all To my dusty miller. What makes you come so soon? You used to come at ten o'clock, But now you come at noon. And with his merry daffing He set them all a-laughing, Ha, ha, ha! An owl came out, and flew about, And the little boy ran away. Now what do you think of little Jack Jingle? Before he was married he used to live single. Give her another To match the other And then she'll walk upon two.
Never mind, Baby, Mother is by. Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little Baby, there you go! Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round; Dance, little Baby and Mother will sing, With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding! Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old.
We all fall down. This is the way the ladies ride, Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree! This is the way the gentlemen ride, Gallop-a-trot, Gallop-a-trot! This is the way the gentlemen ride, Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot! This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy-hoy, Hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy! A hop and a scotch Is another notch, Slitherum, slatherum, take her. IF If all the world were apple pie, And all the sea were ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have for drink? If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked? I caught a hare alive; 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
I let her go again. What God never sees, What the king seldom sees, What we see every day. What are little boys made of, made of? What are little boys made of? What are little girls made of? So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town, And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown. I went into the woods and built me a kirk, And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work.
The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone, The dove with her rough bill brought me them home. The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk, The bullfinch played the organ,--we made merry work. She waggled with her tail, And nodded with her head. What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How will he cut it Without e'er a knife? How will he be married Without e'er a wife? One o'clock, two o'clock, three and away.
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 marrow-bone and flung it at his head.
He asked for admittance; she answered him "No! He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing! The cow considered very well, And gave the piper a penny, And bade him play the other tune, "Corn rigs are bonny. He took away my bread and cheese, And that is how he served me. The coachman takes his stand, And when he meets a pretty girl He takes her by the hand; Whip away forever, oh! Drive away so clever, oh!
All the way to Bristol, oh! He drives her four-in-hand. She had so many children she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread. She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. Look before you venture out, See if pussy is about. If she's gone, you'll quickly run To the larder for some fun; Round about the dishes creep, Taking into each a peep, To choose the daintiest that's there, Spoiling things you do not care.
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