IN THE NURSERY

MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES

MISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle-shells, and silver bells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

THERE was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

PETER, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.

RUB-a-dub-dub,

Three men in a tub,

And who do you think they be?

The butcher, the baker,

The candlestick-maker;

Turn 'em out, knaves all three!

I'LL tell you a stɔry
About Jack a Nory-

And now my story's begun;
I'll tell you another

About Johnny, his brother

And now my story is done.

HICKORY, dickory, dock,

The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,

The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock.

A DILLAR, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,

What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock
But now you come at noon.

THERE was a little man,

And he had a little gun,

And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He shot Johnny Sprig

Through the middle of his wig,

And knocked it right off his head, head, head.

THERE was an old woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet:
Yet this little old woman could never be quiet.

She went to a baker to buy her some bread,
And when she came home, her husband was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,

And when she came back her husband was well.

IF I had as much money as I could spend,

I never would cry old chairs to mend;
Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
I never would cry old chairs to mend.

If I had as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry old clothes to sell;
Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
I never would cry old clothes to sell.

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ONE misty, moisty morning,

When cloudy was the weather,

I met a little old man

Clothed all in leather;
He began to compliment,

And I began to grin,

How do you do, and how do you do,
And how do you do again?

If all the world were apple-pie,

And all the sea were ink,

And all the trees were bread and cheese,

What should we have to drink?

PEASE-PUDDING hot,

Pease-pudding cold,

Pease-pudding in the pot,
Nine days old.

Some like it hot,

Some like it cold,

Some like it in the pot,

Nine days old.

HEY, diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

LITTLE Jack Horner sat in the corner

Eating a Christmas pie;

He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I!"

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LITTLE Miss Muffet,

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating of curds and whey;

There came a great spider

That sat down beside her,

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

LITTLE Polly Flinders,
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her pretty little toes;

Her mother came and caught her,

And whipped her little daughter
For spoiling her nice new clothes.

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.

LITTLE boy blue, come blow your horn,

The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
But where is the boy that looks after the sheep?

He's under a hay-cock, fast asleep.
Will you awake him? No, not I;
For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

THERE was a man of our town,
And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a bramble bush,

And scratched out both his eyes:

Mother Goose's Melodies

But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main,
He jumped into another bush,
And scratched 'em in again.

THE north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,

And what will poor Robin do then,
Poor thing?

He'll sit in a barn,

And to keep himself warm,

Will hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!

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DING, dong, bell,
Pussy's in the well!
Who put her in?
Little Tommy Green.

Who pulled her out?

Little Tommy Trout,

What a naughty boy was that

Thus to drown poor pussy-cat.

you been?

PUSSY-CAT, pussy-cat, where have
I've been to London to look at the Queen,
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under the chair.