Chinese Mother Goose Rhymes Part 10

THE SHREW

All over the ground the old black woman rolled, And for not buying powder her husband did scold; He bought her some powder, which she would not use, And for not buying hemp him she'd soundly abuse; He bought her some hemp, but she only got worse, And scolded because he had not bought a horse; He bought her a horse but she never would feed it, And scolded because 'twas a clothes-press she needed; He bought her a clothes-press, but nothing she packed, And scolded because twas a rope that she lacked; He bought her a rope and she hung herself dead, And frightened her husband near out of his head.

A MISTAKE

A scarred-eyed man, He went to the fair, He picked up a turnip And thought it was a pear; He took a big bite, But found it was bitter, And, oh, what a pity, He threw it in the gutter.

THE BLIND MAN

Old Mr. blind man, come here quick, I see you carry a feeling-stick; To the river side you take your way, And feed the froggies every day; A frog, one day, stuck out his head, And bit your toe, I've heard it said.

A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS

A small boy came from the south of the farm, With a bamboo basket upon his arm, With mutton bones was the basket filled, From a sheep which his folks that day had killed.

A monkey came from a pile of stones To steal that boy's fresh mutton bones, But a big, spotted dog followed close at his heels, To bite a bad monkey whenever he steals.

A half of a brick lay there on the road, It upset the boy and he spilt out his load, The dog bit the monkey, the monkey ran away, The boy broke his basket and cried all day.

PULLING THE SAW

We pull the big saw, And we push it out straight, There's a Punch and a Judy At grandmother's gate, Our sisters and brothers Invite to the show, And all of us, even The baby, shall go.

THISTLE-SEED

Thistle-seed, thistle-seed, Fly away, fly, The hair on your body Will take you up high; Let the wind whirl you Around and around, You'll not hurt yourself When you fall to the ground.

THE LITTLE STUDENT

While raking the hay on the mountain, A student came riding along, He was riding a dapple-gray pony, And singing a sc.r.a.p of a song.

To the home of his bride he was going, But her father and mother were out, And he saw, as he pushed the door open, The girl he was thinking about.

Her cheeks were as pink as a rose-bud, Her teeth were as white as a pearl, Her lips were as red as a cherry, Most truly a beautiful girl.

THE FIVE FINGERS

A great big brother, And a little brother, so, A big bell tower, And a temple and a show, And little baby wee wee, Always wants to go.

THE FIVE FINGERS

This one's old, This one's young, This one has no meat, This one's gone To buy some hay, And this one's on the street.

OLD MOTHER WIND

Old Mother Wind Come this way, And make our baby Cool to-day.

WASH

Wash your face, you little tease, And you'll be free from all disease; Wash your head, your face, and throat, And you shall have a red silk coat.

EIGHT BALD-HEADS