The Big Book of Nursery Rhymes Part 14

Come with a whoop, and come with a call, Come with a good will or come not at all.

Lose your supper and lose your sleep, Come to your playfellows in the street.

Up the ladder and down the wall, A halfpenny loaf will serve us all;

You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

SING IVY

My father he left me three acres of land, Sing ivy, sing ivy; My father he left me three acres of land, Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

I ploughed it with a ram's horn, Sing ivy, sing ivy; And sowed it all over with one peppercorn, Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

I harrowed it with a bramble bush, Sing ivy, sing ivy; And reaped it with my little pen-knife, Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

p.u.s.s.yCAT MEW

p.u.s.s.ycat Mew jumped over a coal, And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.

Poor p.u.s.s.y's weeping, she'll have no more milk, Until her best petticoat's mended with silk!

GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER

Goosey, goosey, gander, Whither dost thou wander?

Up stairs and down stairs, And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man That would not say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, And threw him down stairs.

THE MAN AND HIS CALF

There was an old man, And he had a calf, And that's half; He took him out of the stall, And put him on the wall, And that's all.

RIDE A c.o.c.k-HORSE

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-pie.

SEEKING A WIFE

When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf, The rats and the mice did lead me such a life, That I went up to London, to get myself a wife.

The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow, I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow, The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall, Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.

DOCTOR FAUSTUS

Doctor Faustus was a good man, He whipped his scholars now and then; When he whipped them he made them dance Out of Scotland into France, Out of France into Spain, And then he whipped them back again.

POLLY, PUT THE KETTLE ON

Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, And we'll have tea.

Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, They're all gone away.

THE BLACKSMITH

Robert Barnes, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine?

"Yes, good sir, that I can, As well as any other man; Here's a nail, and there's a prod, And now, good sir, your horse is shod."

THE FOUNT OF LEARNING