Gammer Gurton's Garland Part 5

A little old man and I fell out, How shall we bring this matter about?

Bring it about as well as you can, Get you gone, you little old man!

Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?

In Lincolnshire, master: come blow the cow's horn.

A halfpenny pudding, a penny pye, A shoulder of mutton, and that love I.

The man in the moon Came tumbling down, And ask'd his way to Norwich.

He went by the south, And burnt his mouth, With supping hot pease porridge.

Four-and-twenty tailors Went to kill a snail; The best man among them Durst not touch her tail:

She put out her horns Like a little kyloe cow: Run, tailors, run, Or she'll kill you all e'en now.

Jack and Gill Went up the hill, To fetch a bottle of water; Jack fell down, And broke his crown, And Gill came tumbling after.

O rare Harry Parry, When will you marry?

When apples and pears are ripe.

I'll come to your wedding, Without any bidding, And lye with your bride all night.

See saw, Margery Daw, Sold her old bed to lay on the straw; Was not she a nasty s.l.u.t To sell her old bed to lay on the dirt.

There was an old woman, she liv'd 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 all their b.u.ms, and sent them to bed.

Shoe the colt, Shoe the colt, Shoe the wild mare; Here a nail, There a nail, Yet she goes bare.

Is John Smith within?

Yes, that he is.

Can he set on a shoe?

Ay, marry, two, Here a nail, there a nail, Tick, tack, too.

Ride a c.o.c.k horse, To Banbury cross, To see what Tommy can buy; A penny white loaf, A penny white cake, And a twopenny apple pye.

Ride a c.o.c.k horse, to Banbury cross, To see an old woman get up on her horse; Rings on her fingers, and bells at her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.

O that I was where I would be, Then would I be where I am not; But where I am I must be.

And where I would be I cannot.

I see the moon, and the moon sees me, G.o.d bless the moon, and G.o.d bless me!

c.o.c.k a doodle doo, My dame has lost her shoe; My master has lost his fiddlestick, And knows not what to do.

Round about, round about, Maggotty pie, My father loves good ale, And so do I.

There was an old man in a velvet coat, He kiss'd a maid and gave her a groat; The groat was crack'd, and would not go; Ah, old man, d'ye serve me so?