*P~
s r
ii 1~;J~ -~"- I
ri.; ~Q
!Y~
i' : r,
P ~s&r~.!~q
;'t '"' '
:i
I .
-c
Y`~Si~3~"-";a~t~,l;;",~+"~i~ll~~i~u"i~
c:-~
c~Br. ~9~9uT~n~ii~~~. .'- ~i-i
.; : Y
~4 4 p
2(.
-s LY~I
JtLo
Mrl\2rtqlo -
K~
MY BOOK HOUSE
In the Nursery
In the Nursery
SUNSHINE in the nursery,
Sunshine everywhere;
Floods of pure and golden light,
Not a shadow there.
di"'L
THE NURSERY
of
MY BODKHOUSE
EDITED BY
Olive Beauprd Miller
PUBLISHERS
()e BODKHOUSE for CHILDREN
CHICAGO TORONTO
Copyright. 1920, 1925 by
OLIVE BEAUPRE MILLER
Copyright in Great Britain and Ireland and in all countries subscribing
to the Bern Convention. Registered at Stationers' Hall.
All Rights Reserved
publishers of
.SVy BOOKHOUSE
eix C'30?olumes
3y TRAVELSHIP
Cihree Vaoltumes
.S(y BOOK of HISTORY
eix ?Volumes
--------M-----
Printed In U.S.A.
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
PAGE
A, B, C, D, E, F, G Mother Goose 72
ACROSS THE FIELDS Anatole France 343
AMERICAN CHILD RHYMES 228
AMSTERDAM An Old Dutch Nursery Rhyme 351
As I WAS GOING TO ST. IVES Mother Goose 53
As I WAS GOING UP PIPPIN HILL Mother Goose 58
As I WENT TO BONNER Mother Goose 61
Ass IN THE LION'S SKIN, THE sop 261
BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP Mother Goose 61
BABE MOSES, THE The Bible 435
BABY SEED SONG Edith Nesbit 237
BASKET FULL OF ALMONDS, A
An Old Dutch Nurscry Rhyme 350
BAT, BAT Mother Goose 44
BELLING THE CAT .sop 100
BILLY, BILLY, COME AND PLAY Mother Goose 63
BIRDS OF A FEATHER Mother Goose 63
BLOW, WIND, BLOW .Mother Goose 55
Bow THAT BRIDGES HEAVEN, THE Christina G. Rossetti 314
"Bow, Wow," SAYS THE DOG Mother Goose 23
Bow, Wow, Wow, WHOSE DOG ART THOU?
Mother Goose 27
BOYS AND GIRLS, COME OUT TO PLAY Mother Goose 45
BOY WHO CRIED WOLF, THE Esop 388
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
BOY WHO WANTED THE IMPOSSIBLE, THE Chinese
Folk Tale Mary Hayes Dav
BURNIE BEE, BURNIE BEE
BUTTONS, A FARTHING A PAIR
CAT AND THE MOUSE, THE An
CHARLEY NAG .
CHINESE NURSERY RHYMES
CITY SMOKE .
CLOUDS .
CLOUDS AND WAVES .
CLUCKING HEN, THE Aunt Effei
COCK-A-DOODLE-D .
COCK'S ON THE HOUSETOP, THE
COCK, THE MOUSE, AND THE LITTLE
COME, LITTLE LEAVES.
CRADLE SONG. .
CROW AND THE PITCHER, THE
DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY -
DANCE, LITTLE BABY
DARING PRINCE, THE J i es
DICKERY, DICKERY, DARE .
DICKORY, DICKORY, DOCK
DIDDLE, DIDDLE, DUMPLING .
DILLER, A DOLLAR, A .
DOG IN THE MANGER, THE
is and Chow-Leung
SMother Goose
SMother Goose
English Folk Tale
Mother Goose
Isaac T. Headland
live Beaupre' Miller
Mother Goose
abindranath Tagore
S(Ann Hawkshawe)
SMother Goose
SMother Goose
RED HEN, THE
Felicite Lefevre
SGeorge Cooper
Elizabeth Prentiss
Ssop
SMother Goose
Mother Goose
Whitcomb Riley
SMother Goose
SMother Goose
SMother Goose
SMother Goose
E sop
DOLL UNDER THE BRIAR ROSEBUSH, THE
.From the Norwegian of Jorgen Moe,
Gudrun Thorne-Thomsen
DONKEY AND THE LAP-DOG, THE sop
DUCK AND THE KANGAROO, THE Edward Lear
6
404
48
67
94
63
410
433
122
123
99
36
48
229
342
34
146
29
18
116
28
26
41
72
173
441
126
389
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
ELF AND THE DORMOUSE, THE .
FAIRY AND CHILD .
FARMER'S BOY, THE .
FOUR AND TWENTY TAILORS
FOX AND THE STORK, THE .
FROG AND THE Ox, THE
GAY Go UP
GINGERBREAD MAN, THE A
Go ASK YOUR MOTHER An An
GOING TO LONDON.
GOING TO SEE GRANDMAMMA
GOLDILOCKS AND THE THREE BEARS
An
GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER .
GRAND OLD DUKE OF YORK, THE
GRASSHOPPER GREEN .
Oliver Herford
SEugene Field
S Old Rhyme
.Mother Goose
.sop
.sop
.Mother Goose
New England Tale
rerican Child Rhyme
Mary Mapes Dodge
Kate Greenaway
English Folk Tale
SMother Goose
SMother Goose
GREAT A, LITTLE A, BOUNCING B .Mother Goose
HALLOWE'EN STORY, A Elizabeth Thompson Dillingham
HANDY-SPANDY
HAPPY DAY IN THE CITY, A
HARE AND THE TORTOISE, T:
HECTOR PROTECTOR
HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE
HEY DIDDLE, DINKETY
HEY, MY KITTEN .
HICKETY, PICKETY, MY BLA(
HIPPETY HOP .
Mother Goose
Olive Beaupre' Miller
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother
Esop
Goose
Goose
Goose
Goose
Goose
Goose
Goose
Goose
Goose
HEEN
K HEN
How MANY DAYS HAS MY BABY TO PLAY?
Mother
How MANY MILES TO BABYLON? Mother
HUSH, BABY, MY DOLLY Mother
448
338
106
45
120
194
52
137
228
91
74
264
26
54
242
71
368
37
412
315
44
26
73
24
28
32
19
53
21
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
ALL THE SEAS WERE ONE SEA
ALL THE WORLD WERE WATER
IF I'D As MUCH MONEY As I
IF WISHES WERE HORSES
I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND .
I HAD A LITTLE NUT-TREE
I'LL TELL YOU A STORY
I'M GLAD THE SKY IS PAINTED
SMother Goose
SMother Goose
COULD SPEND
SMother Goose
I Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
BLU rifother Goose
INTERY, MINTERY, CUTERY CORN Mother Goose
I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING Mother Goose
Is JOHN SMITH WITHIN? Mother Goose
"IT" James Whitcomb Riley
I WENT UP ONE PAIR OF STAIRS Mother Goose
I WOULDN'T BE A GROWLER Mary Mapes Dodge
JACK, BE NIMBLE. Mother Goose
JACK FROST Gabriel Setoun
JAY AND THE PEACOCKS, THE Esop
JOG ON William Shakespeare
JOHNNY AND THE THREE GOATS A Norse Tale
JOHNNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET Mother Goose
JUMPING JOAN Mother Goose
JUMP-ROPE RHYME, A An American Child Rhyme
KEY OF THE KINGDOM, THE Nursery Rhyme
KING DAGOBERT Old French Nursery Song
KING OF FRANCE, THE Mother Goose
KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES, THE William Wordsworth
LADY BUG A Chinese Nursery Rhyme
LATE. Josephine Preston Peabody
LETTER FROM A CAT, A Helen Hunt Jackson
LION AND THE MOUSE, THE Esop
70
68
58
66
57
41
42
50
66
39
58
195
71
175
45
226
176
32
96
20
36
228
115
294
47
201
410
310
329
164
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
BIG MAN, THE
BLUE APRON
BO-PEEP
BOY BLUE.
COCK SPARROW,
Rabindranath Tagore
From An Old Story Book
S. Mother Goose
Mother Goose
A Mother Goose
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
LITTLE
IE .
[E A German Folk Tale
S Mother Goose
S Maud Lindsay
Celia Thaxter
A Spanish Folk Tale
LITTLE HANSWORST A Story-of the Dutch Puppet Show
LITTLE JACK HORNER Mother Goose
LITTLE JENNY WREN Mother Goose
LITTLE KING BOGGIN Mother Goose
LITTLE MAID, PRETTY MAID .
LITTLE NANNY ETTICOAT Mother Goose
LITTLE PICTURES FROM FAR JAPAN .
LITTLE RABBIT WHO WANTED RED WINGS, THE.
Carolyn Sherwin Bailey
LITTLE RED HEN AND THE GRAIN OF WHEAT, THE
S.4 An English Folk Tale
LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST Mother Goose
LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER .Mother Goose
LITTLE WIND Kate Greenaway
LUCY LOCKET Mother Goose
MAGPIE'S NEST, THE An English Folk Tale
MAN IN THE WILDERNESS, THE Mother Goose
MARCH WINDS AND APRIL SHOWERS Mother Goose
MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB Sarah Josepha Hale
DROPS OF WATER
ENGINE THAT COULD, TE
GIRL AND THE HARE, TH
GIRL, LITTLE GIRL.
GRAY PONY, THE
GUSTAVA .
HALF-CHICK
104
440
36
37
68
147
209
257
42
108
184
320
300
43
42
38
163
47
386
167
76
27
66
75
30
187
62
67
270
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY
MERCHANT, THE .
MERRY ARE THE BELLS
MILKMAID AND HER PAIL, THE
MIND YOUR COMMAS!
Moo-Cow-Moo, THE
MOON, SO ROUND AND YELLOW
MOTHER SPIDER
MRS. TABBY GRAY
MY FATHER LEFT ME
MY LADY WIND
MY MAID MARY
NELL AND HER BIRD
NIGHT AND DAY.
NOAH'S ARK. .
OEYVIND AND MARIT
OFF WE'LL Go
OH, HERE'S A LEG FOR
OLD MOTHER GOOSE
OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
OLD MR. CHANG
OLD SHELLOVER
THI
Mother Goose
Rabindranath Tagore
S Mother Goose
EEsop
.Mother Goose
Edmund Vance Cooke
Matthias Barr
Frances Bliss Gillespy
Maud Lindsay
REE ACRES OF LAND
Mother Goose
.* Mother Goose
S Mother Goose
Mary Mapes Dodge
Mary Mapes Dodge
The Bible
Bjornstjerne Bjornson
S Basho
STOCKING Mother Goose
.Mother Goose
Mother Goose
SA Chinese Nursery Rhyme
Walter de la Mare
OLD WOMAN TOSSED UP IN A BASKET, THE .
Mother Goose
OLD WOMAN UNDER THE HILL, THE Mother Goose
OLD
WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOI
OLE-LUK-OIE .
ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD
ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING
E, THE
Mother Goose
Hans Andersen
Mother Goose
SMother Goose
29
340
67
162
73
250
84
244
196
69
62
51
119
434
311
375
386
20
27
46
410
166
47
57
49
148
29
48
A
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
ONE, Two, BUCKLE MY SHOE Mother Goose
OVER IN THE MEADOW Olive A. Wadsworth
PAPER BOATS Rabindranath Tagore
PAT-A-CAKE, PAT-A-CAKE Mother Goose
PEASE-PORRIDGE HOT Mother Goose
PETER, PETER, PUMPKIN EATER Mother Goose
PETER PIPER Mother Goose
PETER RABBIT DECIDES TO CHANGE HIS NAME
Thornton Burgess
PIE SAT ON A PEAR-TREE, A Mother Goose
PIGEON AND WREN english Folk Rhyme
POLLY, PUT THE KETTLE ON Mother Goose
PRECOCIOUS PIGGY Thomas Hood
PSALM OF PRAISE, A The Bible
PURPLE COW, THE Gelett Burgess
PUSSY SITS BESIDE THE FIRE Mother Goose
QUICK-RUNNING SQUASH, A Alicia Aspinwall
RAIN, RAIN Mother Goose
RICE SELLER, THE A Chinese Nursery Rhyme
RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS Mother Goose
RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY Mother Goose
RING AROUND THE ROSES Mother Goose
ROAD TO CHINA, THE Olive Beaupre' Miller
ROBIN AND A ROBIN'S SON, A Mother Goose
ROBIN AND RICHARD Mother Goose
ROCK-A-BYE, BABY Mother Goose
ROCKABY-LULLABY Josiah Gilbert Holland
ROSY POSY Laura E. Richards
ROUND THE MULBERRY-BUSH Mother Goose
SEA-SONG FROM THE SHORE, A James Whitcomb Riley
SEE-SAW, MARGERY DAW Mother Goose
73
80
249
19
21
40
71
391
57
121
55
92
439
256
40
217
56
411
25
28
21
402
40
30
18
24
208
59
341
51
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
SEE-SAW, SACARADOWN. Mother Goose
SHEEP AND THE PIG THAT MADE A HOME, THE
.A Norse Folk Tale
SHINGEBISS A Chippewa Indian Tale
SHOEMAKER AND THE ELVES, THE A German Folk Tale
SIMPLE SIMON
SING A SONG
SING, LITTLE
SING, SING
SIR ROBIN
SLEEP, BABY,
SLEEPY SONG,
OF SIXPENCE
BIRD
SLEEP
THE
SMILING GIRLS, ROSY BOYS
SNOW .
SNOW
SNOW BLOSSOMS
SONG OF SOLOMON, THE
SPIDERS' WEBS
SPRING .
SQUIRRELS THAT LIVE IN A
STAR, THE .
STRANGE LANDS
SUGAR-PLUM TREE, THE
SUNSHINE .
SWEET AND LOW
SWING, THE .
S r Mother Goose
S.* Mother Goose
SSelected
SMother Goose
SLucy Larcom
SMother Goose
Josephine Daskam Bacon
Mother Goose
Mary Mapes Dodge
Ransetsu (Japanese)
S From the Japanese
The Bible
Hakuyu (Japanese)
Celia Thaxter
HOUSE, THE
Harriet Beecher Stowe
SJane Taylor
Laurence Alma Tadema
Eugene Field
Mother Goose
Alfred Tennyson
Robert Louis Stevenson
TALE OF A BLACK CAT, THE
(An American Tale) Clifton Johnson
TALE OF PETER RABBIT, THE .Beatrix Potter
TEA PARTY, THE Kate Greenaway
18
295
355
362
50
128
183
55
130
20
22
35
178
386
386
374
247
318
285
390
177
160
70
33
283
131
202
75
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
TEENY-TINY
TEN LITTLE INDIANS .
THERE'S A NEAT LITTLE CLOCK
THERE WAS A MONKEY
THERE WAS AN OLD MAN
THERE WAS AN OLD MAN
THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN OF
THERE WAS AN OWL
THERE WAS A PIPER
THERE WERE TWO BIRDS
THERE WERE TWO BLACKBIRDS
An English Folk Tale
Number Jingle
HARROW
THIS IS THE WAY THE LADIES RIDE
THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO MARKET
THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN
THREE LITTLE KITTENS .
THREE MEN IN A TUB
THREE SHIPS .
To MARKET, TO MARKET
TOMMY SNOOKS AND BESSIE BROOKS
TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON .
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Edward Lear
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Tursery Rhyme
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
Mother Goose
TRY AGAIN William E. Hickson
TURTLE WHO COULD NOT STOP TALKING, THE
An East Indian Fable
TWIN LAMBS, THE Clara Dillingham Pierson
Two CRABS, THE sop
UP IN THE GREEN ORCHARD Mother Goose
"WAKE-UP" STORY, THE Eudora Bumstead
WEE ROBIN'S CHRISTMAS SONG. A Scotch Folk Tale
WEE, WEE MANNIE AND THE BIG, BIG COO, THE
A Scotch Folk Tale
WEE WILLIE WINKIE Mother Goose
352
361
72
68
225
35
30
54
61
193
51
25
19
64
31
43
56
37
62
38
216
238
271
129
35
87
179
251
32
LIST OF STORIES AND POEMS
WHAT ELSE THE MOON SAW Hans Christian Andersen 117
WHAT'S THE NEWS OF THE DAY? Mother Goose 41
WHAT THE MOON SAW Hans Christian Andersen 85
WHAT THEY SAY .Mary Mapes Dodge 103
WHEN DAFFODILS BEGIN TO PEER William Shakespeare 54
WHEN GOOD KING ARTHUR RULED Mother Goose 60
WHERE GO THE BOATS? Robert Louis Stevenson 248
WHISKY FRISKY 284
WHITE BUTTERFLIES Algernon Charles Swinburne 241
WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? Christina G. Rossetti 136
WHO LIKES THE RAIN? Clara Doty Bates 125
WILLIE BOY Mother Goose 44
WILLOWS IN THE SNOW Tsuru (Japanese) 387
WIND AND THE SUN, THE Esop 135
WIND MILL, A An Old Dutch Nursery Rhyme 350
WORLD, THE Robert Louis Stevenson 17
WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD Eugene Field 157
YANKEE DOODLE Old Rhyme 114
IN THE NURSERY
A<-
p.
;L
4--
t-
of things,
sure we should all
be as happy as kings.
-Robert Louis Stevenson.
MY BOOK HOUSE
ANCE, little Baby, dance up high!
Never mind, Baby, Mother is by.
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
SThere, little Baby, there you go!
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards,
round and round,
I Dance, little Baby, and Mother will sing
With a merry carol, ding! ding! ding!
SEE-SAW, sacaradown,
Which is the way to London town?
.;.Qe foot up, the other down, \
'This is the way to London town.
R OCK-A-BYE, baby, And Betty's a lady,
thy cradle is green; and wears a gold ring,
Father's a nobleman, And Johnny's a drummer,
Mother's a queen; and drums for the king.
THE
NURSERY
PAT-A-CAKE, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
Make me a cake as fast as you can;
Prick it, and pat it, and mark it with T,
And put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
T TOW many days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday-
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
SSaturday, Sunday, Monday.
THIS little pig went to market;
This little pig stayed at home;
This little pig had roast beef,
This little pig had none;
'hiS little pig said, "Wee, \\ee, wee!
I can't find my way home!"
I N
.3
MY BOOK HOUSE
S LEEP, baby, sleep,
S Our cottage vale is deep;
The little lamb is on the green,
With woolly fleece so soft and clean.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Sleep, baby, sleep,
Down where the woodbines creep;
Be always like the lamb so mild,
A kind and sweet and gentle child.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
TOHNNY shall have a new bonnet, /.-
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon / ,.";
To tie up his bonny brown hair.
O H, here's a leg for a stocking,
And here's a foot for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.
...-. : -- ---) -j ,
IN
THE NURSERY
RING around the roses,
Pocket full of posies;
Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush!
We're all tumbled down.
HUSH, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by and by,
Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart-
Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart.
.P EASE-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,
Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.
Some like it hot, some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot, nine days old.
MY BOOK HOUSE
THE SLEEPY SONG
AS soon as the fire burns red and low
XAnd the house upstairs is still,
She sings me a queer little sleepy song
Of sheep that go over the hill.
The good little sheep run quick and soft;
Their colors are gray and white;
They follow their leader, nose and tail,
For they must be home by night.
And one slips over, and one comes next,
And one runs after behind;
The gray one's nose at the white one's tail,
The top of the hill they find.
And when they get to the top of the hill,
They quietly slip away;
But one runs over and one comes next-
Their colors are white and gray.
And one slips over and one comes next,
The good little, gray little sheep!
I watch how the fire burns red and low,
And she says that I fall asleep.
-Josephine Daskam Bacon.
From "Poems" by Josephine Daskam Bacon; copyright, 1903, by Charles Scribner's Sons, Publishers.
IN THE NURSERY
"BOW, WOW": SAYS THE DOG
"O VOW, wow," says the dog,
I "Mew, mew," says the cat,
"Grunt, grunt," goes the hog,
And "Squeak!" goes the rat.
"Chirp, chirp," says the sparrow,
"Caw, caw," says the crow,
"Quack, quack," says the duck,
And the cuckoo you know.
So with sparrows and cuckoos,
With rats and with dogs,
With ducks and with crows,
With cats and with hogs!
A fine song I've made
To please you, my dear,
And if it's well sung,
'Twill be charming to hear.
MY BOOK
HOUSE
ROCKABY-LULLABY
R OCKABY, lullaby, bees on the clover!
Crooning so drowsily, crying so low-
Rockaby, lullaby, dear little rover!
Down into wonderland-
Down to the under-land---
Go, oh go!
Down into wonderland, go! -J. G. Holland
-.1 __EY, my kitten, my kitten,
SJ And hey, my kitten, my deary!
I .i Such a sweet pet as this
jA "a Was neither far nor nearly.
/ Here we go up, up, up,
kif Here we go down, down, downy;
-' Here we go backwards and forwards,
I -. And here we go round, round, round.
THE
NURSERY
T HIS is the way the ladies ride,
Tri-tre-tre-tree,
Tri-tre-tre-tree!
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!
IN
MY BOOK HOUSE
D ICKORY, dickory, dock! The mouse ran up
Sthe clock;
The clock struck one, the mouse
ran down,
Dickory, dickory, dock!
SOOSEY, Goosey, Gander,
SWhere shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
HEY diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Ti
*\_____.___________1 -
r~
3r
Q
6
5/~j) C~j~
THE NUR
SERY
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.
S~L ITTLE Robin Redbreast
SL I Sat upon a rail,
Niddle naddle went his head,
.-.. Wiggle waggle went his tail.
BOW, wow, wow, whose dog art thou?
Little Tommy Tincker's dog, bow, wow, wow.
IN
MY BOOK HOUSE
H ICKETY, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.
R IDE away, ride away,
Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
Tied to one side;
He shall have little dog
Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
To see his grandmother.
DICKERY, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air;
The man in brown soon brought him down,
Dickery,
PM Idickery,dare.
dare.
THE
NURSERY
ONCE I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, "Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?"
And was going to the window
To say, "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail,
And away he flew.
\FFY-DOWN-DILLY has come up to town,
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
M ARY, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle shells and silver bells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
I N
BOOK
HOUSE
THERE was an old woman of Harrow,
Who visited in a wheelbarrow,
And her servant before
Knocked loud at each door
To announce the old woman of Harrow.
ST UCY Locket lost her pocket;
\Li Kittie Fisher found it;
There was not a penny in it,
But a ribbon round itl
ROBIN and Richard were two pretty men;
.They lay in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,
"Oh, Brother Richard, the sun's very high!
SYou go on with the bottle and bag,
And I'll come after with Jolly Jack Nag."
M Y
THE
NURS
ERY
THREE LITTLE
THREE little kittens lost
And they began to cry:
"Oh! Mother dear,
We sadly fear
That we have lost our mitte
N rs
,'t T
The
And
"Oh!
See
See,
KITTENS
their mittens,
T1
"Nc
t "M
three little kittens found thi
they began to cry:
Mother dear,
here, see here!
we have found our mittens!"
"What, found your mittens,
You little kittens!
Then you shall have some pie."
"Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
Oh, thank you for the pie!
Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r."
>st your mittens!
)u careless kittens!
Len you shall have no pie!"
ee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"
), you shall have no pie!"
ee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"
eir mittens,
v (I
I N
MY BOOK HOUSE
WEE Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In his night-gown,
Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock,
"Are the children in their beds,
For now it's eight o'clock?"
SIPPETY hop to the barber shop,
STo get a stick of candy,
One for you and one for me,
7i And one for Sistr 1~andy.
v-" -\\ I' *- l I
OG on, jog on, the footpath way, '- -
J And merrily jump the stile, boys;
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.
-ShakespaIIre.
THE
NURSERY
SWEET AND LOW
SWEET and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea, .
Low, low, breathe and blow, ,- t -
Wind of the western sea, 6_
Over the rolling waters go, -
Come from the dying moon, and blow, --- l --
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. .
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon; ( .
Rest, rest, on mother's breast, --
Father will come to thee soon. '
Father Vill come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon.
Sleep, my little one, sleep,
my pretty one, sleep. -Tennys, oi
^ ^ --i
I N
MY BOOK HOUSE
CRADLE SONG
SLEEP, baby, sleep!
Thy father's watching the sheep;
Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree,
And down drops a little dream for thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
The large stars are the sheep;
The little stars are the lambs, I guess;
The bright moon is the shepherdess.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
-Elisabeth Prentiss.
;
;I
THE
NURS
ERY
SMILING girls, rosy boys,
Come and buy my little toys;
Monkeys made of ginger bread,
And sugar horses painted red.
Srr HERE was an old man
L And he had a calf,
And that's half;
He took him out of the stall
And put him on the wall,
And that's all.
U P in the green orchard there is a green tree,
The finest of pippins that ever you see;
The apples are ripe, and ready to fall,
And Reuben and Robin shall gather them all.
^. S'._
L C~I~i
I N
BOOK
H 0 U
SE
LITTLE Bo-Peep has lost her sheep-
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.
SOCK a doodle doo!
'" '' ? C My dame has lost her shoe;
My master's lost his fiddling stick
"'"" ~: And knows not what to do!
Cock a doodle doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling stick
She'll dance without her shoe.
Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has found her shoe,
And master's found his fiddling stick,
Sing cock a doodle doo!
HERE am I, little jumping Joan;
When nobody's with me,
I'm always alone.
M Y
~'I
P
j
L'
~LI
O
Y, 13
THE
NURSERY
LITTLE Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the hay-cock, fast asleep.
f^ ^ "TANDY-SPANDY, Jack-a-dandy,
JL H Loves plum cake and sugar candy.
He bought some at a baker's shop,
And pleased, away ran, hop, hop, hop.
T O market, to market, to buy a fat pig;
Home again, home again, dancing a jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun;
Home again, home again, market is done.
I N
MY BOOK HOUSE
L ITTLE King Boggin built a fine hall,
Pie crust and pastry crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes-you ne'er saw the like.
TOM, Tom, the piper's son,
Learned to play when he was young,
But all the tune that he could play,
Was "Over the hills and far away."
Over the hills and a great way off,
And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
Now Tom with his pipe did make such a noise,
That he surely pleased both the girls and the boys,
And they all stood still, for to hear him play,
"Over the hills and far away."
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill
That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they heard him, they began to dance;
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
Tomwit h s ppedi la wthschsk
ThatJ thosellp -^wh heard h^^im could nver keep till;
THE
NUR
SERY
I SAW a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And it was full of pretty things
For baby and for me!
There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were all of velvet,
And the masts of beaten 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! Quack
I N
kJ
MY BOOK HOUSE
PETER, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.
P USSY sits beside the fire,
How can she be fair?
In comes the little dog,
"Pussy, are you there?
So, so, dear Mistress Pussy,
Pray how do you do?"
"I thank you, little Doggie,
I fare as well as you."
A ROBIN and a robin's son "
Once went to town to buy a bun.
They couldn't decide on plum or plain
And so they went back home again.
THE
NURSERY
I HAD a little nut-tree, and nothing would it bear/" /
Save a silver nutmeg and a golden pear; -
The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me,
And all for the sake of my little nut-tree.
I skipped over water, I danced over sea,
And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.
One shoe off and the other shoe on,
..,., 6 Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.
I N
MY BOO K H OUS E
A S little Jenny Wren
Was sitting by the shed,
She waggled with her tail
And nodded with her head,
As little Jenny Wren
Was sitting by the shed.
I'LL tell you a story
About Jack-a-Nory-
And now my story's begun;
I'll tell you another t
About Jack, his brother-- 2.
And now my story's done. i
THE
NURSERY
RUB-A-DUB-DUB, three men in a tub,
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
And all of them gone to sea.
LITTLE Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating his Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I!"
I N
BOOK
B AT, bat, come under my hat,
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake,
I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.
W ILLIE boy, Willie boy,
Where are you going?
Oh, let us go with you,
g This sunshiny day.
I'm going to the meadow,
To see them a-mowing,
I'm going to help the girls
Turn the new hay.
HECTOR Protector was dressed all in green;
Hector Protector was sent to the Queen;
The Queen did not like him,
No more did the King;
So Hector Protector was sent back again.
M Y
H 0 U
S E
THE
NURS
ERY
BOYS and girls, come out to play;
The moon doth shine as bright as day.
Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will, or don't you come at all!
Up with the ladder and down the wall,
A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
You find milk and I'll find flour,
And we'll have a pudding in less than an hour.
FOUR-AND-TWENTY tailors went to catch a snail;
SThe best man amongst them durst not touch her tail;
['She put out her horns, like a little Kyloe cow.
Run, tailors, run, or she'll butt you all just now.
I
/ TACK, be nimble,
SJack, be quick;
Jack, jump over
The candlestick.
I N
BO O
N.i& a---.a R Brf
K
HOUSE
4/
j~t
OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
'To get her poor doggie a bone,
But when she got there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor doggie had none.
She went to the Hatter's to buy him a hat,
And when she came back he was feeding the cat.
She went to the Tailor's to buy him a coat,
And when she came back he was riding the goat.
S She went to the Barber's to buy him a wig,
S ,And when she came back he was dancing a jig.
The dame made a curtsy, the dog made a bow,
The dame said, "Your servant"; the dog said, "Bow-wow."
M Y
fFIa
IN THE NURSERY
T HERE was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Seventy times as high as the moon,
And where she was going, I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,
"Oh whither, Oh whither, Oh whither so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!"
"Shall I go with you?" "Ay, by and by."
LITTLE Nanny Etticoat
In a white petticoat,
C And a red nose;
S The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.
T HE King of France went up the hill
With twenty thousand men;
The King of France came down the hill,
And ne'er went up again.
BOOK
H OU
S E
BURNIE bee, burnie bee,
Say when will your wedding be.
If it be tomorrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
O NE misty moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment
And I began to grin,
ith "How do you do," and "How do you do,"
And "How do you do again?"
HE cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;
The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadows are making of ha.';
STheducks in the rain are swimmingaway.
6r& -h..,. i'n .XAa: i% f^ **T -
M Y
THE NURSERY
THERE was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe;
She had so many children
She didn't know what to do.
I N
MY BOOK HOUSE
SIMPLE SIMON met a pie-man,
Going to the fair;
Said Simple Simon to the pie-man,
"Let me taste your ware."
Said the pie-man to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Said Simple Simon to the pie-man,
"Indeed, I have not any."
Simple Simon went a-fishing,
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail!
I'M glad the sky is painted blue,
And earth is painted green,
With such a lot of nice fresh air
All sandwiched in between.
THE
NURSERY
par
THERE were two blackbirds
Sitting on a hill,
The one named Jack,
And the other named Jill.
Fly away, Jack!
Fly away, Jill!
Come again, Jack!
Come again, Jill!
M Y maid Mary she minds the dairy,
While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn;
Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel,
Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.
i 2.". T,% "
SEE-SAW, Nlargery Daw,
Jenny shall have a new master.
She shall have but a penny a day, "
Because she can't work any faster.
1 N
I
MY BOOK H U SE
GAY GO UP AND GAY GO DOWN
S.('Y go tip an(d gay go clown,
To ring the bells of L.onidon town
S... "Oranges and lemons,"
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
"You owe me ten shillin's,"
Say the bells of St. Helen's.
"When will you pay me?"
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
"When I grow rich,"
Say the bells of Shoreditch.
"Pray when will that be?"
Say the bells of Stepney.
"I am sure I don't know."
Says the great bell at Bow.
"Brickbats and tiles,"
Say the bells of St. Giles'.
"Halfpence and farthings,"
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
"Pancakes and fritters,"
Say the bells of St. Peter's.
S"Two sticks and an apple,"
Say the bells of Whitechapel.
: "Pokers and tongs,"
Say the bells of St. John's.
"Kettles and pans,"
Say the bells of St. Ann's.
IN THE NURSERY
HOW many miles to Babylon?
Three-score and ten.
Will we be there by candlelight?
Yes, and back again.
Open your gates and let us go through.
Not without a beck and a boo.
There's a beck and there's a boo;
Open your gates and let us go through.
A S I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives;
Each wife had seven sacks; k
Each sack had seven cats;
Each cat had seven kits. 4
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
to St. Ives? te
E wife h s a ;
BOOK
HOU
S E
SU O H, THE grand old Duke of York,
V \ He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up a great big hill,
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down;
And when they were neither down nor up,
They were neither up nor down.
T HERE was an owl lived in an oak,
Wisky, wasky, weedle;
And all the words he ever spoke
Were, "Fiddle, faddle, feedle."
W ITHEN daffodils begin to peer,
V V With high the doxy over the dale!
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the springtime reigns in the winter's pale!
-Shakespeare.
M Y
THE
NURS
ERY
BLOW, wind, blow, and go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker, may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
PDOLLY, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
r Polly, put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.
S.Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again
They're all gone away.
SING, sing!-What shall I sing?
The Cat's run away with the Pudding Bag
String.
Do, do!-What shall I do?
The Cat has bitten it quite in two.
quite two.g
I N
MY BOOK HOUSE
As-
I SAV three ships come sailing by,
Come sailing hy, come sailing by;
I saw three ships come sailing by,
On New Year's Day in the morning.
And what do you think was in them then,
Was in them then, was in them then?
And what do you think was in them then,
On New Year's Day in the morning?
Three pretty girls were in them then,
Were in them then, were in them then;
Three pretty girls were in them then,
On New Year's Day in the morning.
R AIN, rain, go away;
SCome again another day;
^\ Little Johnny wants to play.
) Rain, rain, go to Spain;
(( \ Don't come back again.
THE
NURSERY
T HERE \\as an old woman
Lived under a hill;
.\nd if she's not gone,
She lives there still.
A PIE sat on a pear-tree,
A pie sat on a pear-tree,
A pie sat on a pear-tree,
Heigh O, high 0, high O!
Once so merrily hopped she,
Twice so merrily hopped she,
SThrice so merrily hopped she,
Heigh 0, high 0, high O!
tMTM-^ ,OPE a r rTrF--: *
I HAD a little husband no bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot and there I bade him drum;
I bought a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,
And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.
I bought a little horse that galloped up and down;
I bridled him and saddled him and sent him out of town.
I N
I' \ I
(~-----
(^
MY BOOK
H 0 U
A S I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty miss,
And she dropped me a curtz..
IF I'd as much money
I never would cry,
Old chairs to mend, old
I never would cry,
as I could spend,
"Old chairs to mend,
chairs to mend!"
"Old chairs to mend!"
^s
If I'd as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry, "Old clothes to sell,
Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell!"
I never would cry, "Old clothes to sell!"
IS John Smith within?-Yes, that he is.
SCan he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two.
Here a nail, and there a nail,
Tick-tack-too!
S E
IN THE NURS
HERE WE GO ROUND 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. .
ERY
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 iron our clothes,
Iron our clothes, iron our clothes;
This is the way we iron our clothes,
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 go to school,
GGo to school, go to school;
This is the way we go to school,
On a cold and frosty morning.
7.
( r
c~iz
BOOK
HOU
WHEN GOOD KING ARTHUR
RULED THIS LAND
i-HEN good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
He bought three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuffed it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.
The
And
And
The
king and queen did eat thereof,
noblemen beside;
what they could not eat that night,
queen next morning fried.
M Y
S E
IN THE NURSERY
BAA, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, Sir, Yes, Sir, three bags full;
One for my master, one for my dame,
And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.
T HERE was a piper had a cow, 7
And he had naught to give her; /
He took his pipes and played a tune, --
And bade the cow consider.
The cow considered very well,
And gave the piper a penny,
And bade him play the other tune,
"Corn rigs are bonny." '
AS I went to Bonner,
S I met a pig
A Without a wig,
Upon my word and honor.
61
MY BOOK HOUSE
AS Tommy Snooks and Bessie Brooks
Were walking out one Sunday,
Said Tommy Snooks to Bessie Brooks,
"Tomorrow will be Monday!"
S qHE Man in the
i, 'I wilderness
. _* t^ Asked me
How many strawberries
Grew in the sea;
I answered him as I
thought good,
"As many red herrings
Sas grow in the wood."
MY lady Wind, my lady Wind,
Went round about the house to find
A chink to get her foot in;
She tried the keyhole in the door,
She tried the crevice in the floor,
And drove the chimney soot in.
THE
NURSERY
BILLY, Billy, come and play,
While the sun shines bright as day.
Yes, my Polly, so I will,
For I love to please you still.
Billy, Billy, have you seen
Sam and Betsy on the green?
Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,
Skipping o'er the new-mown grass.
Billy, Billy, come along,
And I will sing a pretty song.
Oh, then, Polly, I'll make haste;
S L Not one moment will I waste.
B IRDS of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
CHARLEY NAG
Ate the pudding and left the bag.
I N
~Es~
-I
MY BOOK
HOUSE
THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN
THERE were three jovial Welshmen,
As I have heard them say,
And they would go a-hunting
Upon St. David's day.
All the day they hunted,
And nothing could they find
But a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing with the wind.
One said it was a ship,
The other, he said
The third said it was a
With the chimney
nay;
house,
blown away.
And all the night they hunted,
And nothing could they find
But the moon a-gliding,
A-gliding with the wind.
One said it was the moon,
The other, he said nay;
The third said it was a cheese,
And half of it cut away.
i-~i
jot
THE
NURSERY
And all the day they hunted,
And nothing could they find
But a hedgehog in a bramble bush,
And that they left behind.
The first said it was a hedgehog,
The second, he said nay;
The third said 'twas a pin-cushion,
With the pin stuck in wrong way.
And all the night they hunted,
S And nothing could they find
But a hare in a turnip field
And that they left behind.
The first said it was a hare,
The second, he said nay;
The third said it was a calf,
And the cow had run away.
And all the day they hunted,
And nothing could they find
But an owl in a holly tree,-
And that they left behind.
One said it was an owl,
The other, he said nay;
The third said 'twas an old man
Whose beard was growing gray.
'^^ML^B&
I N
'. f1
, rtfr ^
MY BOOK HOUSE
LITTLE Tommy Tucker
Sings for his supper.
What shall we give him?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
Without e'er a knife?
How shall he marry
Without e'er a wife?
JNTERY, minit-ry, tLery corn,
Apple seed and apple thorn,
S Wire, brier, limber-lock,
Three geese in a flock;
S One flew east, and one flew west,
And one flew over the Cuckoo's nest.
IN THE NURSERY
B UTTONS, 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?
Buttons, a farthing a pair! \
oo ,-
MERRY are the bells, and merry would they ring,
Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
Merry have we met, and merry have we been,
Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
S'ARCH winds and April showers
MJI Bring forth May flowers.
MY BOOK HOUSE
IF all the world were water,
And all the water ink,
What should we do for bread and cheese?
What should we do for drink?
K rT HERE was a monkey climbed up a tree;
iWhen he fell down, then down fell he.
There was a crow sat on a stone;
When he was gone, then there was none.
SThere was an old wife did eat an apple;
When she ate two, she had eaten a couple.
There was a horse going to the mill;
When he went on, he stood not still. -i"
There was a navy went to Spain;
When it returned, it came back again.
A LITTLE cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he.
A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he
68
THE
NURSERY
-- 'Z7 <._'Z
MY FATHER LEFT ME THREE
ACRES OF LAND
MY father left me three acres of land,
Sing ivy, sing ivy;
My father left me three acres of land,
Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!
I ploughed it with a crooked ram's horn,
Sing ivy, sing ivy;
And sowed it over with one pepper-corn,
Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!
I harrowed it with a bramble bush,
Sing ivy, sing ivy;
And reaped it with my little penknife,
Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!
I I'd mice to carry it into the barn,
Sing ivy, sing ivy;
And threshed it with a goose's quill,
Sing holly, go whistle and ivy!
I N
MY BOOK HOUSE
IF all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a great man that would be!
And if the great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea,
What a splish-splash that would be!
SUNSHINE
H ICK-A-MORE, Hack-a-more,
On the King's kitchen door.
All the King's horses
And all the King's men,
Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more
Off the King's kitchen door.
IN THE NURSERY
I ETER Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers:
.i A peck of pickled pepper' Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Where's the peck of pickled pepper, Peter
Piper picked ?
I WENT up one pair of stairs."
"Just like me."
"I went up two pair of stairs."
"Just like me."
"I went into a room."
"Just like me."
"I looked out a window."
"Just like me."
"And there I saw a monkey."
"Just like me! !"
G REAT A, little a, bouncing B,
The Cat's in the cupboard
and she can't see.
BOOK
HOUSE
Ior 1-'' -*C I
1 o
-4
A DILLER, a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now you come at noon.
THERE'S a neat little clock-
In the schoolroom it stands-
And it points to the time
With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands ever ready
To do what is right.
A B, C, D, E, F, G,
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P,
Q, R, S and T, U, V,
W, X, Y and Z.
Now I've said my A, B, C,
Tell me what you think of me.
M Y
THE
NURSERY
ONE, two, buckle my shoe;
Three, four, knock at the door;
Five, six, pick up sticks;
Seven, eight, lay them straight;
Nine, ten, a big fat hen;
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.
I
H EY diddle, dinkety,
Poppety, pet!
The merchants of London
They \\car scarlet;
Silk in the collar, and
Gold in the hem,
So merrily march the
Ilerchantmen.
MIND YOUR COMMAS!
EVERY lady in this land
Has twenty nails, upon each hand
Five, and twenty on hands and feet,
All this is true, without deceit.
IN
I
""''
. r~T--L
MY BOOK HOUSE
GOING TO SEE GRANDMAMMA
LITTLE Molly and Damon
Are walking so far,
For they're going to see
Their kind Grandmamma.
And they very well know,
When they get there she'll take
From out of the cupboard
Some very nice cake.
And into her garden
They know they may run,
And pick some red currants,
And have lots of fun.
So Damon to doggie
Says, "How do you do."
And asks his mamma
If he may not go too.
i r -. i u
THE
NUR
SERY
THE TEA PARTY
IN the pleasant green Garden
We sat down to tea;
"Do you take sugar?" and
"Do you take milk?"
She'd got a new gown on-
A smart one of silk.
We all were as
As happy
On that bright
When she
happy
could be,
summer's day
asked us to tea.
-Kate Gree ,a w.v .
LITTLE WIND
LITTLE wind, blow on the hill top;
Little wind, blow down the plain;
Little wind, blow up the sunshine;
Little wind, blow off the rain.
-Kate Greenaway.
I N
>2~
MY BOOK HOUSE
The Little Red Hen and the
Grain of Wheat
AN ENGLISH FOLK TALE
THE Little Red Hen was in the farmyard with
her chicks looking for something to eat.
She found some grains of wheat and she said:
"Cut, cut, cut, cudawcut!
These grains of wheat I'll sow;
The rain and warm spring sunshine
Will surely make them grow.
Now who will help me sow the wheat?"
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Mouse.
"Not I," said the Pig.
"Then I'll sow it myself," said Little Red Hen.
And she did.
IN THE NURSERY
When the grain had grown up tall and was ready to
cut, Little Red Hen said:
"Cut, cut, cut, cudawcut!
I'll cut, cut, cut this grain;
It's nodding ripe and golden,
From days of sun and rain.
Now who will help me cut the wheat?"
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Mouse.
"Not I," said the Pig.
"Then I'll cut it myself," said Little Red Hen.
And she did.
When the wheat was cut, Little Red Hen said:
"Cut, cut, cut, cudawcut!
It's time to thresh the wheat;
Each little grain so precious
From out the chaff I'll beat.
Now who will help me thresh the wheat?"
MY BOOK HOUSE
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Mouse.
"Not I," said the Pig.
"Then I'll thresh it myself," said Little Red Hen.
And she did.
When the wheat was threshed, Little Red Hen said:
"See where the windmill's great, long arms
Go whirling round and round!
I'll take this grain straight to the mill;
To flour it shall be ground.
Cluck! Cluck! Who'll help me
carry the grain to the mill?"
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Mouse.
"Not I," said the Pig.
"Then I'll carry it myself," said Little Red Hen.
And she did.
When the wheat was ground, Little Red Hen said:
"I've sowed and reaped and threshed, cluck, cluck!
I've carried to the mill,
And now I'll bake a loaf of bread,
With greatest care and skill.
Who'll help me bake the bread?"
THE
NURSERY
"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Mouse.
"Not I," said the Pig.
"Then I'll bake it myself," said Little Red Hen.
And she did.
When the bread was baked, Little Red Hen said:
"Cluck, cluck! Cluck, cluck!
The bread is done,
It's light and sweet,
Now who will come
And help me eat?"
"I will," quacked the Duck.
"I will," squeaked the Mouse.
"I will," grunted the Pig.
"No! You won't," said Little Red Hen. "I'll do
it myself. Cluck! Cluck! My chicks! I earned
this bread for you! Eat it up! Eat it up!"
And they did.
IN
M Y
BOOK HOUSE
OVER IN THE MEADOW
OLIVE A. WADSWORTH
O VER in the meadow,
In the sand, in the sun,
Lived an old mother-toad
And her little toadie one.
"Wink," said the mother;
"I wink," said the one;
So she winked and she blinked
In the sand, in the sun.
a, O.],
Over in the meadow,
Where the stream runs blue,
Lived an old mother-fish
And her little fishes two.
"Swim," said the mother;
"We swim," said the two;
So they swam and they leaped
Where the stream runs blue.
Over in the meadow,
In a hole in a tree,
Lived an old mother-bluebird
And her little birdies three.
74--
IN THE NURSERY
> ""Sing," said the mother;
I. "We sing," said the three;
f J ~ So they sang and were glad,
I-' In the hole in the tree.
Over in the meadow, .
In the reeds on the shore,
Lived a mother-muskrat
And her rattles four.
"Dive," said the mother;
"We dive," said the four;
So they dived and they burrowed -
In the reeds on the shore.
-' Over in the meadow,
SIn a snug bee-hive,
Lived a mother honey bee
\- r And her little bees five.
.- .... "Buzz," said the mother;
"" "We buzz," said the five;
In the snug bee-hive.
MY BOOK HOUSE
> jOver in the meadow,
,. In a nest built of sticks,
i / Lived a black mother-crow
And her little crows six.
-,I "Caw," said the mother;
r "We caw," said the six;
SSo they cawed and they called
In their nest built of sticks.
Over in the meadow,
Where the grass is so even, \
Lived a gay mother-cricket
And her little crickets seven.
"Chirp," said the mother;
"We chirp," said the seven;
So they chirped cheery notes
In the grass soft and even.
Over in the meadow,
By the old mossy gate,
Lived a brown mother-lizard
And her little lizards eight.
IN THE NURSERY
"Bask," said the mother;
"We bask," said the eight; -
So they basked in the sun
On the old mossy gate. i -
Over in the meadow,
Where the quiet pools shine,
Lived a green mother-frog
And her little froggies nine.
"Croak," said the mother,
"We croak," said the nine-
So they croaked and they splashed
Where the quiet pools shine.
Over in the meadow, \
In a sly little den,
Lived a gray mother-spider '-
And her little spiders ten.
"Spin," said the mother, '
"We spin," said the ten;\
So they spun lace webs .
In their sly little den.
7- 0, ..- -
-~~~ ~-
MY BOOK HOUSE
MOON, SO ROUND AND
YELLOW
M OON, so round and yellow,
Looking from on high,
How I love to see you
Shining in the sky.
Oft and oft I wonder,
When I see you there,
How they get to light you,
Hanging in the air.
Where you go at morning,
When the night is past,
And the sun comes peeping
O'er the hills at last.
Sometime I will watch you
Slyly overhead,
When you think I'm sleeping
Snugly in my bed.
-Matthias Barr.
IN THE NURSERY
What the Moon Saw
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
LISTEN to what old Mr. Moon told me.
"I have seen many happy people as I travel
about," said the Moon, "but I have never seen greater
joy than I saw last night. I peeped in a window, and
there stood a child, a little four-year-old girl.
*.' I-
~(
MY BOOK HOUSE
"She had on a very pretty new dress and a pink
hat. They had just been put on, and the people
who stood about were calling for lights. My own light,
as it shone through the window, was not strong
enough for them to see her. They must have some-
thing brighter altogether to look at anything so pretty.
"When the candles came and were all ablaze, there
stood the little girl as stiff as any doll. She was hold-
ing her arms away from the dress so as not to touch it,
and each finger stuck out straight and stiff. Oh, how
her eyes shone and her whole face beamed with gladness!
'Tomorrow you shall go out in your new clothes,'
said the mother; and the little one looked down at
her frock and smiled so happily.
'Mother,' she said, 'what do you suppose the DOGS
will think when they see me in all my pretty things!' "
-Adapted.
IN THE NURSERY
.0I
The "Wake-Up" Story
EUDORA BUMSTEAD
T HE sun was up and the breeze was blowing, and
the five chicks and four geese and three rabbits
and two kitties and one little dog were just as noisy
and lively as they knew how to be.
They were all watching for Baby Ray to appear at
the window, but he was still fast asleep in his little
white bed, while mamma was making ready the things
he would need when he should wake up.
First, she went along the orchard path as far as
the old wooden pump, and said: "Good Pump, will
you give me some nice, clear water for the baby's bath?"
And the pump was willing.
From The Youth's Companion
87
MY BOOK HOUSE
The good old pump by the orchard path,
Gave nice, clear water for Baby's bath.
Then she went a little farther on the path, and
stopped at the wood-pile, and said: "Good Chips,
the pump has given me nice, clear water for dear little
Ray; will you come and warm the water and cook his
food?"
And the chips were willing.
The good old pump by the orchard path,
Gave nice, clear water for Baby's bath,
And the clean, white chips from the pile of wood
Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
So mamma went on till she came to the barn, and
then said: "Good Cow, the pump has given me nice
clear water, and the wood-pile has given me clean,
white chips for dear little Ray. Will you give me warm,
rich milk?"
And the cow was willing.
Then she said to the top-knot hen that was scratch-
IN THE NURSERY
ing in the straw: "Good Biddy, the pump has given
me nice, clear water, and the wood-pile has given me
clean, white chips, and the cow has given me warm,
rich milk for dear little Ray. Will you give me a new
laid egg?"
And the hen was willing.
The good old pump by the orchard path,
Gave nice, clear water for Baby's bath.
The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright,
And the top-knot Biddy an egg, new and white.
Then mamma went on till she came to the orchard,
and said to a Red June apple tree: "Good Tree, the
pump has given me nice, clear water, and the wood-
pile has given me clean, white chips, and the cow has
given me warm, rich milk, and the hen has given me
MY BOOK HOUSE
a new-laid egg for dear little Ray. Will you give me a
pretty red apple?" And the tree was willing.
So mamma took the apple and the egg and the
milk and the chips and the water to the house, and
there was Baby Ray in his nightgown, looking out of
the window.
And she kissed him and bathed him and dressed
him, and while she brushed and curled his soft, brown
hair, she told him the "Wake-Up" story that I am
telling you:
The good old pump by the orchard path,
Gave nice, clear water for Baby's bath.
The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright;
The top-knot Biddy an egg, new and white;
And the tree gave an apple so round and so red,
For dear little Ray who was just out of bed.
IN THE NURSERY
GOING TO LONDON i
l MARY" MAPES DODGE
U P, down! Up, down!
All the way to London town-
Sunny road and shady.
I'm the papa,
You're the ma'ma,
You're the pretty lady!
Up, down! Up, down!
All the way to London town-
See how fast we're going!
Feel the jar
Of the car?
Feel the wind a-blowing?
B e, Up, down! Up, down!
,O All the way to London town-
-e Here we are this minute!
Rock-a-chair
Anywhere,
When we two are in it.
From Rhymes and Jingles. Copyright, 1874, by Scribner. Armstrong & Co.; 1904, by Charles Scribner's
Sons. By permission of the publishers.
91
BOOK
H 0 U
PRECOCIOUS PIGGY
THOMAS HOOD
" HERE are you going to, you little pig?"
S"I'm leaving my mother, I'm growing so big!"
"So big, young pig,
So young, so big!
What! Leaving your mother, you foolish young pig!"
"Where are you going to, you little pig?"
"I've got a new spade, and I'm going to dig."
"To dig, little pig?
A little pig dig!
Well, I never saw a pig
"Where are you going to,
"Why, I'm going to have
"In a gig, little pig!
What! A pig in a gig!
with a spade that could dig!"
you little pig?"
a nice ride in a gig!"
Well, I never saw a pig ride in a gig!"
M Y
S E
IN THE NURSERY
"Where are you going to, you little pig?"
"Well, I'm going to the ball to dance a fine jig!"
"A jig, little pig!
A pig dance a jig!
Well, I never before saw a pig dance a jig!"
"Where are you going to, you little pig?"
"I'm going to the fair to run a fine rig."
"A rig, little pig!
A pig run a rig!
Well, I never before saw a pig run a rig!"
"Where are you going to, you little pig?"
"I'm going to the barber's to buy me a wig!"
"A wig, little pig!
A pig in a wig!
Why, whoever before saw a pig in a wig!"
MY BOOK H HOUSE
The Cat and the Mouse
AN ENGLISH FOLK TALE
THE cat and the mouse
Played in the malt-house.
The cat bit the mouse's tail off.
"Pray, Puss," cried the mouse, "give me my tail."
"No, no," says the cat. "I'll not give you your tail
till you go to the cow and fetch me some milk."
First she leaped and then she ran
Till she came to the cow and thus she began:
"Pray, Cow, give me some milk that I may 44
give cat milk, that cat may give me my tail again."
"No, no," said the cow. "I'll give you no milk
till you go to the farmer and get me some hay."
First she leaped and then she ran
Till she came to the farmer and thus she began:
"Pray, Farmer, give me some hay that I may
give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I
may give cat milk, that cat may give me my tail
again."
"No, no," says the farmer, "I'll give no hay till
you go to the butcher and fetch me some meat."
IN THE NURSERY
First she leaped and then she ran
S Till she came to the butcher and thus she
began:
"Pray, Butcher, give me meat, that I may give
farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may
give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may
give cat milk, that cat may give me my tail again."
"No," says the butcher, "I'll give you no meat
till you go to the baker and fetch me some bread."
-J.First she leaped and then she ran
Till she came to the baker and thus she began:
"Pray, Baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher
bread, that butcher may give me meat, that I may
give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I
may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I
may give cat milk, that cat may give me my tail again."
Yes," says the baker, "I'll give you some bread,
But don't eat my meal or I'll cut off your head!"
Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave
butcher bread, and butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse
gave farmer meat, and farmer gave mouse hay, and
mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and
mouse gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her tail again.
MY BOOK HOUSE
Johnny and the Three Goats
A NORSE TALE
NOW you shall hear!
Once there was a boy named Johnny, and he
had three goats. All day long those goats leaped and
pranced and skipped and climbed way up on the top
of a hill, but every night Johnny went to fetch them
and drove them home. One evening the frisky things
leaped out of the road and over a fence and into a turnip-
field, and, try as he would, Johnny could not get them
to come out again. There they were and there they
stayed. Then the boy sat down on the hillside and cried
and cried and cried. As he sat there a hare came along.
"Why do you cry?" asked the hare.
S"I cry because I can't get the goats out
of the turnip-field," answered Johnny.
"I'll get the goats out of the turnip-
field," said the hare. So he tried and
he tried, but the goats would not come.
Then the hare sat down beside Johnny
and began to cry, too.
S Along came a fox.
"Why do you cry?" asked the fox.
"I cry because the boy cries," said the hare, "and
IN THE NURSERY
the boy cries because he cannot get
the goats out of the turnip-field."
"I'll get the goats out of the
turnip-field," said the fox.
So the fox tried and he tried and he tried, but the
goats would not come. Then the fox sat down beside
Johnny and the hare and began to cry, too.
Pretty soon along came a wolf.
"Why do you cry?" asked the wolf.
"I cry because the hare cries," said the fox, "and
the hare cries because the boy cries, and the boy cries
because he can't get the goats out of the turnip-field."
"I'll get the goats out of the turnip-field," said the
wolf. So he tried and he tried and he tried and he
tried, but the goats would not leave the field. So the
wolf sat down beside Johnny and the hare and the
fox and began to cry, too.
After a little a bee flew over the hill and saw them
all sitting there crying away for dear life, "Boo-hoo.
Boo-hoo. Boo-hoo."
|