GOOSEY, goosey, gander,
Whither shall I wander,

Up stairs, down stairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man

Who would not say his prayers;

I took him by his left leg

And threw him down the stairs.

BAA, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?

Yes, sir; yes, sir, three bags full.

One for my master, one for my dame,

And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.

BYE, baby bunting,

Daddy's gone a-hunting

To get a little rabbit-skin

To wrap the baby bunting in.

OLD King Cole was a merry old soul,

And a merry old soul was he;

He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,

And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he;

Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dec, went the fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare

With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady ride on a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

HECTOR Protector was dressed all in green;
Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.

The Queen did not like him, no more did the King;
So Hector Protector was sent back again.

Mother Goose's Melodies

35

PETER PIPER picked a peck of pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

JACK SPRAT could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so betwixt them both

They licked the platter clean.

THE lion and the unicorn

Were fighting for the crown;
The lion beat the unicorn
All round about the town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum cake,
And sent them out of town.

As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks
"Tomorrow will be Monday."

BETTY PRINGLE had a little pig,
Not very little and not very big,
When he was alive he lived in clover,
But now he's dead, and that's all over.
So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried,
And Betty Pringle she lay down and died;
So there was an end of one, two, and three:
Billy Pringle he,

Betty Pringle she,
And the piggy wiggee.

SIX little mice sat down to spin, Pussy passed by, and she peeped in. "What are you at, my little men?" "Making coats for gentlemen."

"Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"

"No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll snip off our heads." "Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you to spin." "That may be so, but you don't come in!"

BOBBY SHAFTOE's gone to sea,

Silver buckles at his knee;

When he comes back, he'll marry me,

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermair,
Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.

ROCK-A-BYE, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.

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.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog;
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.

Little Bo-peep

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JACK AND JILL

JACK and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper,
And went to bed to mend his head
With vinegar and brown paper.

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

THE Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts,

All on a summer's day;

The Knave of Hearts

He stole those tarts,

And with them ran away.

The King of Hearts

Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts

Brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more!

LITTLE BO-PEEP

LITTLE BO-peep, she lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,

And dreamed she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they still were all fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,

Determined for to find them;

She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind them!

It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
Unto a meadow hard by,

There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks she raced;

And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
That each tail should be properly placed.

MARY'S LAMB

MARY had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rule;

It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,

And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear.

Then he ran to her, and laid

His head upon her arm,
As if he said, "I'm not afraid-

You'll keep me from all harm."

"What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
The eager children cry.

"Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
The teacher did reply.