[_This popular game is honored with a variety of jingles, but generally
commencing_—]
Sally, Sally Waters, sprinkle in the pan,
Hie, Sally! Hie, Sally, for a young man!
Choose for the best,
Choose for the worst,
Choose for the prettiest that you love best.
Sing, song, the days are long,
The woodcock and the sparrow;
The little dog has burnt his tail,
And he shall hang to-morrow.
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See, saw, Margery Daw,
Johnny shall have a new master:
He shall have but a penny a day,
Because he can’t work any faster.
See, saw, Margery Daw,
Sold her bed and lay upon straw:
Was not she a dirty slut,
To sell her bed and lie in the dirt!
See, saw, sacradown,
Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
That is the way to London town.
Snail, snail, come out of your hole,
Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.
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Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was open’d,
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 parlour,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
Down came a blackbird,
And pecked off her nose.
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Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair:
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“Let me taste your ware.”
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
“Shew me first your penny.”
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“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.
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He prick’d his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
Shoe the colt, shoe the colt,
Shoe the grey mare;
If the colt won’t be shod,
Let him go bare.
Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
Puss has stolen the pudding-string!
Do, do, what shall I do?
Puss has bit it quite in two!
There was a man in double deed,
Who sow’d his garden full of seed;
And when the seed began to grow,
’Twas like a garden full of snow;
And when the snow began to fall,
’Twas like a bird upon the wall;
And when the bird away did fly,
’Twas like an eagle in the sky;
And when the sky began to roar,
’Twas like a lion at the door;
And when the door began to crack,
’Twas like a stick across your back;
And when your back began to smart,
’Twas like a penknife in your heart;
And when your heart began to bleed,
You’re dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl,
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
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There was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead;
He shot Johnny Sprig
Through the middle of the wig,
And he knocked it right off his head, head, head.
The Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day:
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts,
Call’d for the tarts,
And beat the knave full sore:
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vow’d he’d steal no more.
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The lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown;
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake,
And sent them out of the town.
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
Poor thing!
He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.
Taffy was a Welchman, Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house, and stole a piece of beef:
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not at home;
Taffy came to my house, and stole a marrow-bone:
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed,
I took the marrow-bone, and beat about his head.
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There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
The man in the moon,
Came down too soon,
And ask’d his way to Norwich;
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth
With eating cold pease-porridge.
There was an old soldier of Bister,
Went walking one day with his sister;
When a cow at a poke,
Toss’d her into an oak,
Before the old gentleman miss’d her.
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There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She whipp’d them all soundly, and sent them to bed.
There was an old woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;
This plaguy old woman could never be quiet.
She went to the baker to buy her some bread,
And when she came home her old husband was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
And when she came back her old husband was well.
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[_A Song set to fingers or toes._]
1. This pig went to market;
2. This pig staid at home;
3. This pig had plenty to eat,
4. But this pig had none;
5. And this little pig said, Wee, wee, wee!
All the way home.
There was an old man of Thessaly,
And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a quickset hedge,
And scratch’d out both his eyes;
But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main,
He jump’d into a holly-bush,
And scratch’d them in again.
There was an old woman
Lived under a hill;
And if she’s not gone,
She lives there still.
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There was a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sun-shiny day,
When a bird, called a snipe,
Flew away with his pipe,
Which vex’d the fat man of Bombay.
The man in the wilderness ask’d of me,
How many strawberries grew in the sea?
I answer’d him, as I thought good,
As many red herrings as grew in the wood.
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There was an old woman, as I’ve heard tell,
She went to market her eggs for to sell;
She went to market all on a market day,
And she fell asleep on the king’s highway.
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 this little 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 is none of I!”
“But if it be I, as I do hope it be,
I’ve a little dog at home, and he’ll know me;
If it be I, he’ll wag his little tail,
And if it be not I, he’ll loudly bark and wail.”
Home went the little woman all in the dark,
Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;
He began to bark, so she began to cry,
“Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!”
There were two birds sat on a stone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
One flew away, and then there was one,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after, and then there was none,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!
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Two legs sat upon three legs,
With one leg in his lap;
In comes four legs,
And runs away with one leg;
Up jumps two legs,
Catches up three legs,
Throws it after four legs,
And makes him bring back one leg.
The girl in the lane, that couldn’t speak plain,
Cried gobble, gobble, gobble:
The man on the hill that could’nt stand still,
Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
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There was a monkey climbed up a tree,
When he fell down, then down fell he.
There was a crow sat on a stone,
When he was gone, then there was none.
There was an old wife did eat an apple,
When she eat two, she had eat a couple.
There was a horse going to the mill,
When he went on, he stood not still.
There was a butcher cut his thumb,
When it did bleed, then blood did come.
There was a lackey ran a race,
When he ran fast, he ran apace.
There was a cobbler clouting shoon,
When they were mended, they were done.
There was a navy went into Spain,
When it return’d it came again.
There was a little guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big,
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away,
He never at that place did stay;
And when he ran, as I am told,
He ne’er stood still for young or old.
He often squeak’d, and sometimes vi’lent,
And when he squeak’d he ne’er was silent;
Though ne’er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died;
And, I am told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.
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There was an old woman toss’d up in a basket,
Nineteen times as high as the moon,
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,
“O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?”
“To brush the cobwebs off the sky!”
“Shall I go with thee?” “Aye, by and by.”
Three blind mice, see how they run!
They all ran after the farmer’s wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such fools in your life?
Three blind mice.
Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,
Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn,
Long back’d Gray
Carried it away.
Old Mid-man sat and saw,
But Peesy-weesy, paid for a’.
There was an old man,
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.
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There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small:
A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
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This is the way the ladies ride;
Tri, tre, tre, tree,
Tri, tre, tre, tree!
This is the way the ladies ride,
Tri, tre, tre, tree, 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!
The cuckoo’s a fine bird,
He sings as he flies;
He brings us good tidings,
He tells us no lies.
He sucks little birds’ eggs,
To make his voice clear;
And when he sings “Cuckoo!”
The summer is near.
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Tom he was a piper’s son,
He learned to play when he was young;
But all the tune that he could play,
Was “Over the hills and far away.”
But Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys;
And they stopp’d 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 they began for to dance,
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
So Doll and the cow danced “the Cheshire round,”
Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.
He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laugh’d at the joke.
He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and play’d them a tune,
And the jackass’s load was lighten’d full soon.
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Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,
Stole a pig and away he run!
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
And Tom went roaring down the street.
Thumb bold,
Thibity-thold,
Langman,
Lick pan,
Mamma’s little man.
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Tit, tat, toe,
My first go,
Three jolly butcher boys
All in a row;
Stick one up,
Stick one down,
Stick one on the old man’s crown.
There was an old woman had three sons,
Jerry, and James, and John;
Jerry was hung, James was drown’d,
John was lost and never was found;
And there was an end of the three sons,
Jerry, and James, and John.
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The sow came in with the saddle;
The little pig rock’d the cradle;
The dish jump’d up on the table,
To see the pot swallow the ladle.
The spit that stood behind the door,
Threw the pudding-stick on the floor.
Oh! said the gridiron, can’t you agree?
I’m the head constable, bring them to me.
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’Twas once upon a time
When Jenny Wren was young,
So daintily she danced,
And so prettily she sung;
Robin Redbreast lost his heart,
For he was a gallant bird;
So he doff’d his hat to Jenny Wren,
Requesting to be heard.
O dearest Jenny Wren!
If you will but be mine,
You shall feed on cherry-pie, you shall,
And drink new currant-wine;
I’ll dress you like a goldfinch,
Or any peacock gay;
So, dearest Jen, if you’ll be mine,
Let us appoint the day.
Jenny blush’d behind her fan,
And thus declared her mind;
Since, dearest Bob, I love you well,
I’ll take your offer kind;
Cherry-pie is very nice,
And so is currant-wine;
But I must wear my plain brown gown,
And never go too fine.
Robin Redbreast rose up early,
All at the break of day,
And he flew to Jenny Wren’s house,
And sung a roundelay;
He sang of Robin Redbreast,
And little Jenny Wren,
And when he came unto the end,
He then began again.
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Jenny Wren fell sick
Upon a merry time;
In came Robin Redbreast,
And brought her sops and wine.
Eat well of the sop, Jenny,
Drink well of the wine;
Thank you, Robin, kindly,
You shall be mine.
Jenny, she got well,
And stood upon her feet,
And told Robin plainly,
She loved him not a bit.
Robin being angry,
Hopp’d upon a twig;
Saying, Out upon you, Jenny!
Fy upon you, bold faced jig!
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
Ride to the market to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
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Tell tale, tit!
Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in the town
Shall have a little bit.
Two little dicky birds sat upon a hill,
One nam’d Jack, the other named Jill;
Fly away, Jack! fly away, Jill!
Come again, Jack! come again, Jill!
Three children sliding on the ice
Upon a summer’s day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
Now had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not all been drown’d.
You parents all that children have,
And you that have got none,
If you would have them safe abroad,
keep them safe at home.
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November:
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year, that’s the time
When February’s days are twenty-nine.
There was a little man
And he woo’d a little maid,
And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
I have little more to say,
Than will you, Yea or Nay,
For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.”
The art of good driving’s a paradox quite,
Though custom has proved it so long;
If you go to the left, you’re sure to go right,
If you go to the right, you go wrong.
Twelve huntsmen with horns and hounds,
Hunting over other men’s grounds!
Eleven ships sailing o’er the main,
Some bound for France and some for Spain:
I wish them all safe home again:
Ten comets in the sky,
Some low and some high;
Nine peacocks in the air,
I wonder how they all came there,
I do not know and I do not care;
Eight joiners in joiner’s hall,
Working with the tools and all;
Seven lobsters in a dish,
As fresh as any heart could wish;
Six beetles against the wall,
Close by an old woman’s apple stall;
Five puppies of our dog “Ball,”
Who daily for their breakfast call;
Four horses stuck in a bog,
Three monkeys tied to a clog;
Two pudding-ends would choke a dog,
With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.
There was a man, and his name was Dob,
And he had a wife, and her name was Mob,
And he had a dog, and he called it Cob,
And she had a cat, called Chitterabob.
Cob, says Dob,
Chitterabob, says Mob,
Cob was Dob’s dog,
Chitterabob Mob’s cat.
Up she goes and down she comes,
If you haven’t got apples, I’ll give you some plums.
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Upon my word and honour,
As I was going to Bonner,
I met a pig,
Without a wig,
Upon my word and honour.
Vinegar, veal, and venison,
Are very good victuals, I vow.
When a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist;
For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist;
But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,
The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist.
Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,
He twirls, with the twister, the two in a twine:
Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,
He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain.
The twain that, in twining, before in the twine,
As twines were intwisted; he now doth untwine:
’Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between
He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.
We’re all in the dumps,
For diamonds are trumps;
The kittens are gone to St. Paul’s!
The babies are bit,
The moon’s in a fit,
And the houses are built without walls.
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When good king Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag-pudding.
A bag pudding the king did make,
And stuff’d it well with plums:
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs,
The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.
What are little boys made of, made of,
What are little boys made of?
Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog’s tails;
And that’s what little boys are made of, made of.
What are little girls made of, made of, made of,
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and all things that are nice;
And that’s what little girls are made of, made of.
What shoe-maker makes shoes without leather,
With all the four elements put together?
Fire and water, earth and air;
Ev’ry customer has two pair.
[_A horse-shoe._]
Wash, hands, wash,
Daddy’s gone to plough,
If you want your hands wash’d,
Have them wash’d now.
Wash on Friday,
Wash in need;
Wash on Saturday,
Slut indeed.
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When I was a bachelor, I lived all by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf.
The rats and the mice they made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
The roads were so bad, and the lanes were so narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheel-barrow.
The wheel-barrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
Down came wheel-barrow, wife, and all.
You shall have an apple,
You shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle-basket,
When your dad comes home.
X shall stand for playmates Ten;
V for Five stout stalwart men;
I for but One, as I’m alive;
C for a Hundred, and D for Five;
M for a Thousand soldiers true;
And all these figures I’ve told to you.
Yet didn’t you see, yet didn’t you see,
What naughty tricks they put upon me?
They broke my pitcher, and spilt my water;
And huff’d my mother, and chid her daughter;
And kissed my sister instead of me.
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Zany, Zany, Zaddlepate,
Go to bed early and get up late.
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