The Real Mother Goose Part 2

You go before, with the bottle and bag, And I will come after on little Jack Nag."

A MAN AND A MAID

There was a little man, Who wooed a little maid, And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?

I have little more to say, So will you, yea or nay, For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."

The little maid replied, "Should I be your little bride, Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat?

Will the flame that you're so rich in Light a fire in the kitchen?

Or the little G.o.d of love turn the spit, spit, spit?"

HERE GOES MY LORD

Here goes my lord A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot, Here goes my lady A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!

Here goes my young master Jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch!

Here goes my young miss An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!

The footman lags behind to tipple ale and wine, And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.

THE CLEVER HEN

I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, She brought it home in less than an hour; She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.

TWO BIRDS

There were two birds sat on a stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; One flew away, and then there was one, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; The other bird flew after, And then there was none, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; And so the stone Was left alone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.

LEG OVER LEG

Leg over leg, As the dog went to Dover; When he came to a stile, Jump, he went over.

LUCY LOCKET

Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; Nothing in it, nothing in it, But the binding round it.

WHEN JENNY WREN WAS YOUNG

'Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young, So daintily she danced and so prettily she sung, Robin Redbreast lost his heart, for he was a gallant bird.

So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren, requesting to be heard.

"Oh, dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine, You shall feed on cherry pie and drink new currant wine, I'll dress you like a goldfinch or any peac.o.c.k gay, So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine, let us appoint the day."

Jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind: "Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I'll take your offer kind.

Cherry pie is very nice and so is currant wine, But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine."

BARBER

Barber, barber, shave a pig.

How many hairs will make a wig?

Four and twenty; that's enough.

Give the barber a pinch of snuff.

THE FLYING PIG

d.i.c.kory, d.i.c.kory, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, d.i.c.kory, d.i.c.kory, dare.

SOLOMON GRUNDY

Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Sat.u.r.day, Buried on Sunday.

This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.

HUSH-A-BYE

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top!

When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall; Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.

BURNIE BEE

Burnie bee, burnie bee, Tell me when your wedding be?

If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.

THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM

Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger My song had been longer.

THE HUNTER OF REIGATE

A man went a-hunting at Reigate, And wished to leap over a high gate.

Says the owner, "Go round, With your gun and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate."

LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS

Little Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, Whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes.