Old Mother Goose

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Source: Project Gutenberg #10607 Source URL: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/10607 Public domain basis: Traditional rhymes in The Real Mother Goose, illustrated by Blanche Fisher Wright (1916), PG #10607. US public domain. Coverage: Complete individual poem extracted from parent edition the-real-mother-goose at bytes 17298-23748; checksum ce70bf36ab6eecdd56c1a2d33b9c5572d22b14f86da6133d4141e933cd44d05c.

# Old Mother Goose

Old Mother Goose

Old Mother Goose, when She wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander.

LITTLE JUMPING JOAN

Here am I, little jumping Joan, When nobody's with me I'm always alone.

PAT-A-CAKE

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Baker's man! So I do, master, As fast as I can.

Pat it, and prick it, And mark it with T, Put it in the oven For Tommy and me.

MONEY AND THE MARE

"Lend me thy mare to ride a mile." "She is lamed, leaping over a stile."

"Alack! and I must keep the fair! I'll give thee money for thy mare."

"Oh, oh! say you so? Money will make the mare to go!"

ROBIN REDBREAST

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, Up went Pussy-Cat, down went he, Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran, Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catch me if you can!"

Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade, Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid. Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say? Pussy-Cat said: "Mew, mew, mew," and Robin flew away.

A MELANCHOLY SONG

Trip upon trenchers, And dance upon dishes, My mother sent me for some barm, some barm; She bid me go lightly, And come again quickly, For fear the young men should do me some harm. Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see, What naughty tricks they put upon me? They broke my pitcher And spilt the water, And huffed my mother, And chid her daughter, And kissed my sister instead of me.

JACK

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candlestick.

GOING TO ST. IVES

As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives. Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?

THIRTY DAYS HATH SEPTEMBER

Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November; February has twenty-eight alone, All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting leap-year, that's the time When February's days are twenty-nine.

BABY DOLLY

Hush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by; Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart, Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart.

BEES

A swarm of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.

COME OUT TO PLAY

Girls and boys, come out to play, The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street. Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will or not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, A half-penny roll will serve us all. You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

IF WISHES WERE HORSES

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side. And if "ifs" and "ands" Were pots and pans, There'd be no work for tinkers!

TO MARKET

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.

OLD CHAIRS TO MEND

If I'd 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'd 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.

ROBIN AND RICHARD

Robin and Richard were two pretty men, They lay in bed till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky, "Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high! 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 god 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 peacock 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

Dickory, dickory, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, Dickory, dickory, dare.

SOLOMON GRUNDY