Goosey, Goosey Gander. GOOSEY, Goosey Gander, where did you wander? Upstairs he wandered, and there to eat found nothing; As nicely dressed by our old cook as any one could wish. R The Cat up the Plum-tree. IDDLE-ME, riddle-me, rumty, There's a black cat a-top of our plum-tree; I'll bet you a crown that I'll soon fetch her down, Riddle-me, riddle-me, rumty. See, here is a stone; and now it is thrown, Riddle-me, riddle-me, rumty. Oh, it's just missed her head, smashed a window instead, And the cat's still a-top of our plum-tree. Nebuchadnezzar. NEBUCHADNEZZAR, I find from the News,* Has sold his young wife for a pair of old shoes: Now, p'raps you'll consider the bargain dirt-cheap, If you do, at conclusions you take a sad leap;— For I've learnt from the man who concluded the barter, She was dear at the price, for he'd purchased a tartar. *The Matrimonial News, 3d. weekly. The Ride. NE day I went out riding, and had a jolly trot; That day I had a hiding, but this I relished not. Now where had I gone riding? To this I answered not: I shirked another hiding upon a tender spot. THE The Lion and the Unicorn. HE Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown; The Lion knocked the Unicorn twice upside down. Some gave him white bread, and some gave him brown, For they were sympathising folk in that small county-town. 'Now, really,' said the Unicorn, 'I've had so many rolls, I'd rather get a jug of beer from you, kind, gen'rous souls.' H Hush-a-bye, Baby. USH-A-BYE, baby, on the tree-top; When the wind blows the cradle will rock; Dickory Dock. ICKORY, dickory, dock, the mouse ran up the clock; DICH The clock struck one, and down he run, Dickory, dickory, dock. But a little black kitten came strolling by, Dickory, dickory, dock; And she snapped up the mouse and she glanced at the clock, Dickory, dickory, dock. Ah, this is the time of day!' quoth she; 'It is dinner-time now both with you and for me.' SEE Margery Daw. EE, saw! Margery Daw sold her bed and lay in the straw; Wasn't she a dirty slut, to sell her bed and lie in the dirt? MORAL. From this very sad tale all young folks may relie on it, OLD Yea, a merry old soul was he; And he called for his pipe, And he called for his glass, And he called for his fiddlers three. Old Queen Cole was a very queer soul, For she quarrell'd with each maid Though she rang the bells from dinner-time to tea. |