Aunt Kitty's Stories Part 12

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To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety jog.

Jacky, come give me thy fiddle, If ever thou mean to thrive.

Nay, I'll not give my fiddle To any man alive.

If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I'm gone mad; For many a joyful day My fiddle and I have had.

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Old King Cole, Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he, And he called for his pipe, And he called for his gla.s.s, And he called for his fiddlers three.

And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; "Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers, "Oh there's none so rare "As can compare "With King Cole and his fiddlers three."

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High diddle doubt, my candle's out, My little maid is not at home; Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog, And fetch my little maid home.

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Bat, 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.

I'll tell you story, About John-a-Nory: And now my story's begun.

I'll tell you another, About Jack and his brother, And now my story's done.

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My little old man and I fell out, I'll tell you what 'twas all about, I had money and he had none, And that's the way the noise begun.

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Little Tommy Grace Had a pain in his face, So bad that he could not learn a letter;

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When in came d.i.c.ky Long, Singing such a funny song, That Tommy laughed, and found his face much better.

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Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair?

In walks a lit-tle dog-gy, Pus-sy, are you there?

Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er.

I'll not change my wife for gold or sill-er.

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There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile, And he found a crook-ed six-pence a-gainst a crook-ed stile; He bought a crook-ed cat, which caught a crook-ed mouse, And they all liv-ed to-ge-ther in a lit-tle crook-ed house.

The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown, The Li-on beat the U-ni-corn all round a-bout the town.

Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown, Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.

Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T's To tie two Tups to two tall trees, To fright-en the ter-ri-ble Thomas a Tat-ta-mus.

Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.

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A little boy went into a barn, And lay down on some hay; An owl came out and flew about, And the little boy ran away.