Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes Part 28

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For every evil under the sun, There is a remedy, or there is none.

If there be one, try and find it; If there be none, never mind it.

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Three children sliding on the ice, All on 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 drowned.

You parents all that children have, And you, too, that have none, If you would have them safe abroad, Pray keep them safe at home.

THE WONDERFUL DERBY RAM.

AS I was going to Derby all on a market day, I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay; Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay; I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay.

This ram was fat behind, sir, this ram was fat before; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more; No more, no more, no more; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more.

The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high, As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky; The sky, the sky, the sky; As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.

The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell; And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell; The bell, the bell, the bell; And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.

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My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, Went round about the house, to find A c.h.i.n.k to get her foot in; She tried the keyhole in the door, She tried the crevice in the floor, And drove the chimney soot in.

And then one night when it was dark, She blew up such a tiny spark, That all the house was pothered; From it she raised up such a flame As flamed away to Belting Lane, And White Cross folks were smothered.

And thus when once, my little dears, A whisper reaches itching ears, The same will come, you'll find; Take my advice, restrain your tongue, Remember what old Nurse has sung Of busy Lady Wind.

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Bow-wow-wow!

Whose dog art thou?

Little Tom Tucker's dog.

Bow-wow-wow!

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Let us go to the woods, says this pig.

What to do there? says this pig.

To seek mamma, says this pig.

What to do with her? says this pig.

To kiss her, to kiss her, says this pig.

JENNY SHALL HAVE A NEW BONNET.

JENNY shall have a new bonnet, And Jenny shall go to the fair, And Jenny shall have a blue ribbon To tie up her bonny brown hair.

And why may not I love Jenny?

And why may not Jenny love me?

And why may not I love Jenny, As well as another body?

And here's a leg for a stocking, And here is a leg for a shoe, And she has a kiss for her daddy, And two for her mammy, I trow.

And why may not I love Jenny?

And why may not Jenny love me?

And why may not I love Jenny, As well as another body?

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Nievie, nievie, nicknack, Which hand will ye tak'?

Tak' the right, or tak' the wrang, I'll beguile ye, if I can.

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