There's a garden that I ken,
Full of little gentlemen,
Little caps of blue they wear,
And green ribbons very fair.
Nettle out, dock in,
Dock remove the nettle sting.
In dock, out nettle,
Don't let the blood settle.
A litel grounde well tilled,
A litel house well filled,
A litel wife well willed,
Would make him live that were halfe killed.
Born of a Monday,
Fair in face;
Born of a Tuesday,
Full of God's grace;
Born of a Wednesday,
Merry and glad;
Born of a Thursday,
Sour and sad;
Born of a Friday,
Godly given;
Born of a Saturday,
Work for your living;
Born of a Sunday,
Never shall we want;
So there ends the week,
And there's an end on't.
Monday for health,
Tuesday for wealth,
Wednesday the best day of all;
Thursday for losses,
Friday for crosses,
Saturday no day at all.
Sunrise, breakfast; sun high, dinner;
Sundown, sup, makes a saint of a sinner.
Tom married a wife on Monday,
He got a stick on Tuesday,
He beat her well on Wednesday,
Sick was she on Thursday,
Dead was she on Friday,
Glad was Tom on Saturday,
To bury his wife on Sunday.
Little Goody Tidy
Was born on a Friday,
Was christened on a Saturday,
Ate roast beef on Sunday,
Was very well on Monday,
Was taken ill on Tuesday,
Sent for the doctor on Wednesday,
Died on Thursday.
So there's an end to little Goody Tidy.
Bobby Shaft is gone to sea,
With silver buckles at his knee,
When he comes home he'll marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaft!
Bobby Shaft is fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermore,
Pretty Bobby Shaft!
A good child, a good child,
As I suppose you be,
Never laughed nor smiled
At the tickling of your knee.
Commodore Rogers was a brave man--exceedingly brave--particular;
He climbed up very high rocks--exceedingly high--perpendicular;
And what made this the more inexpressible,
These same rocks were quite inaccessible.
When I was a little boy,
I washed my mammie's dishes,
I put my finger in my eye,
And pulled out golden fishes.
Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,
Pye 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.